Lager Time

Greetings, bonjour, what’s happening Just a quick little intro, not going to waffle like I normally do. I may or may not get to upload anything on Friday. I’m back and forth at the minute between Maidstone and London, with two very hot and bothered dogs; needs must. My wife’s had to attend some important family business abroad, so daddy’s in charge and he’s gotta’ sort out the out day care. All ne...

Greetings, bonjour, what’s happening Welcome to Lager Time. My almost weekly edition of poems, stories, thoughts and sometimes music. Bits and bobs I’m working on. This is the first time I’ve attempted some sort of opening tag-line. Just as I’m thinking of bringing in some changes to Lager Time. Typical me. I’m not exactly what that is as yet but I’m thinking I might need to split things up a bit;...

Greetings, bonjour, what’s happening Welcome to Lager Time and welcome anyone who is listening via Apple podcasts or Spotify for the first time. Last week I clicked a few buttons and then BOSH – just like that, the whole Lager Time back catalogue was dumped onto both platforms. It’s a little bit daunting to be honest but if those emails Spotify send me every month, telling me who’s streaming the o...

Greetings, bonjour, what’s happening 1st of July, mate. Summer’s here. So’s hay fever. Deal with it. I’m dealing with it. Dealt with it. Done. Still got it, mate, alas. Had COVID last week, weren’t too bad. This week, back to normal, I’m still a bit tired but we crack-on, none the less. Never had that TWIX in the end but I’ve been booked-in for a bit of work in Manchester at the end of the month,...

Greetings, bonjour what’s happening Another week, yes indeed. So I’ve been home most of this week, ostensibly because of the rail-strikes but then I went and got COVID, again. Yea, COVID, who remembers that? I must have a mild-form of it because, touchwood, it’s not been too bad, just a bit tired and throaty; bit of a headache. Seemingly spent a large of chunk of yesterday keeping an unsociable di...

Greetings, bonjour, what’s happening? Basking in the sun, melting in the shade; it’s all got a bit blazing, mate. I’m at home today, in sunny Maidstone. Don’t know what it is about the current-bun coming out. It can seemingly bring out both the best and worst in people. Seen a few sun-soaked-punch-ups in my time, heard a fair few domestics and in my younger years; it always seemed a prime-time to...

Bonjour, greetings, what’s happening? I am back. Yes, indeed. Had a lovely little week with my wife in Malta, in celebration of my birthday, which is today, happy birthday me. I am @!171& *i!@ years old. Old enough to feel old whilst dancing at a pool-party in Malta to some House and Techno, but young enough to be able to dance at a Pool Party in Malta, to some House and Techno, with the odd bit o...

Oh yes, here we are. Lager time.  I’ve actually got a lager with me today, whilst I record this. One of those massive bottles of Kronenbourg. Feel like Ice-Cube in Boyz In Da Hood, sitting outside his house, sipping on 40’s. My mate Micky T kindly bought them over to the gaff, last Saturday, much apricated Short one this week, been pretty busy, up early every day, in bed late, hay-fever; that kind...

Easy. I’ve been thinking these last few weeks, about penning some thoughts on rap lyrics; specifically, around content, when working in a workshop-type-educational setting with young people; and the type of conflict I often come up against when doing this. So here it is. A bit of-preamble before, though I’ve been facilitating workshops now for a number of years; mainly around poetry, rap, beatbox...

Meanwhile in Maidstone, I sit here writing this, pulling nails off my fingers; with the lingering taste of an unsatisfactory muffin in my mouth. Muffins are overrated, like chocolate-cake. And wot? Much prefer a chocolate-digestive, the undisputed king of the UK biscuit-game. Complete with a cup of tea, I feel like a military general with his loyal attack dog by his side, casually bowling onto the...

Yes, yes, good day to you all Welcome to another edition of Lager Time; whoever you are, wherever you are, if you do it all exist. So what’s been happening? Not a lot to report from my end, I’ve been pretty busy. Working on two different rap projects, with some young people out in Bromley and Romford and I’ve resumed duties with the Friends From Afar project, with Dream Arts -  we’re working with...

Hello, greetings, bonjour, what’s happening. It’s Friday. What does that mean? Not much to me. I stopped looking forward to weekends (and bank holidays) a long time ago. Maybe if I was working an ordinary job , I’d be chomping at the bit, right now. But I’m not, but if you are, sick. I’m cool, though. Speaking of jobs, this week’s offering is another story from Make Your Own Bed and Hope for the B...

Greetings what’s going on? Where we all at? Where am I at? Where’s this all going? Had an unintended break from Lager Time last week (though there was actual Lager Time, as I was on a stag-doo on one of the days) a combination of a residential trip, in Brighton during the week; with a project that I work on with Dream Arts . Then, having to go back to London for the Easter weekend, meant there was...

Greetings, what’s happening, how do you do? Another week and another one of these. Been keeping it going for roughly six months, now. Big thanks to everyone that has read, listened, commented; or even shared. I enjoy doing this but it does give me a lift and a bit of extra impetus to do more, knowing that there’s a few of you engaging with it. Of course, you may well think it’s dog-shit, but that’...

Yes, yes, greetings.  So much for what I said last week when I kicked-off the last blog; praising the glorious weather. In true British style, it’s all gone a bit taters and mould, mate. It was snowing earlier on, but not that type of snow that gets you all excited, it’s that light, muggy snow that doesn’t settle. Just gets you cold and miserable. At least it’s familiar.  Seems a little convenient...

Greetings. What a week, eh? Even a pasty, occasionally misanthropic and increasingly anti-social prick like me, likes a bit of sun from time to time and it came out this week, in all its glory. Charged up on a bit of Vitamin D, seems to have a put a smile on mine on my wife’s face, on what feels like a long winter here in England and I weren’t even here, for a good chunk of it. Since I’ve come bac...

Greetings, bonjour, what’s happening? How we doing? So this week I’ve started work back on Make Your Own bed and Hope for the Best ; which is a solo theatre show about my experiences of employment. I started developing it back in 2019 – To be honest its become a bit of a labour of love, which is ironic, considering the subject matter but I’m determined to get it finished this year. It’s been throu...

I mentioned in the first part of this, that it’s probably going to be a bit all over the place. It is. And I’m probably going to contradict myself.     I’m trying to work out where I stand on the sincerity of social-media posting, particularly in times of tragedy. I’ve always had this stubborn side of me, that wants to quietly rebel against consensus. I’m not quite sure why but I find it pretty an...

I’m not sure exactly where I was when I heard Skibadee Mcing, for the first time but I’m quite sure it was on the school bus, sat next to my mate, Graham, who lent me a copy, which I copied, of a DJ Brockie set; from a One Nation tape-pack. What I do know is, that it was on that tape, that I first heard Skibba and it stayed in my Walkman, for a very long time. I still have it somewhere and can sti...

Sunday Loathe, by me Paul Cree. Greetings, bonjour, what’s happening. Something a little different this week. It’s a short story, that I wrote around 2014. This   will most likely be a bit longer than my usual offerings on here, bare with me, I’m trying something. I have this character, called Reece, who I’ve written a number of stories about, over the last ten or so years, which I’ve never done a...

A young man of nineteen is rummaging through his wallet, looking for his gym pass. In amongst the receipts, chewing gum wrappers and train tickets, he finds a date-expired, unused rubber; curry flavour. He’d bought it from a vending machine on his sixteenth Birthday. He holds it, he can feel it’s gone dry and crusty. He’s still wearing too much Lynx and the hair-gel is still slooping off his head...

Plans for the indecisive Plans for the unconfident Plans for the ill-prepared Plans for the avoiders of conflict Plans for the effeminate Plans for the masculine Plans for the identity clingers Plans for the identity seekers Plans for the identity shredders Plans for the bored Plans for the un-motivated Plans for the negative, cynical and depressed Plans for the self-aware bad-habbiters Plans for...

December, eh? Few words and a poem Greetings, seasons greetings. Life’s been a bit hectic these last few weeks, hence no post. This might sound like I’m contradicting myself but I’m currently out in America, on my honeymoon. It was hectic in the run up to getting here and we’ve been travelling around; New-York, Boston and now Dallas. So far so good, until I got COVD. I’m currently self-isolating,...

I’m a stickler for nuance, especially in the times we’re in now. Sometimes, it can be a pain in the arse - someone can state something and I find it hard to let it go without piping up, sometimes I wish I wouldn’t, sometimes I do shut-up then wish I did pipe-up, I can’t win and it probably makes me a pain-in-the-arse to be around. It’s worth mentioning, though, all of the above, I only tend to do...

If you know me, or you know the name of this blog, at least, you’ll know I very much enjoy drinking lager. These days, I don’t get to do it nearly as much as I’d like but I do enjoy a pint, or five. Those that know me well, know that I’m no fan of craft beer. It’s an odd thing to say, as craft-beer is a very broad-church and that rational part of me knows it’s an irrational thing to have a gripe a...