The Seaside

Thoughts in 2024 of a waste of time “going to the coast”. When I was young I used to dwell in a heap of nostalgia about “The Seaside”. Specifically, the Norfolk and Suffolk coast. Being that I lived in Thetford,…

We Are Being Watched

Revised: 24/Oct/21 and 03/Feb/2024 I’ve always been a massive geek. I was on computers back in 1977, the Apple 2. All my work was computer related, I taught myself as they wouldn’t teach me computers at school as they said…

My Tattoos

I had always wanted a tattoo but could never decide on what to have. Had toyed with the idea of Celtic arm bands, but wasn’t sure. Then when I got to Goa in 1994 the time seemed right as nearly…

wyndpharms are stupid

for the lasttime, there was another timewith handles tothe here, & now,one daythere will be morethan virusesman madeormonkeys/esotericmonkeysthough eclectic cars & wyndpharmsdon’t work very welllike bitey sideways teeth ofweird dragons i’d say i was ahumorous james juice,but he’d probably think i…

Support the website

If you’d like to support my work that would be very much appreciated. Thank you.My work is all available for free but I was asked if there was a way to send me a little something.The paypal account is my…

Royal Enfield India

Nothing like 18BHP When I got to Goa I clapped eyes on a Royal Enfield and was hooked. The pictures show ones I drove when I was there. I now own a imported Enfield Bullet 350cc. I had to pass…

My Stereos, a history – retro style article

This text is very old originally but is now a “retro” article of old stuff Early days until 2006 I started my stereo life with a radio my Grandad gave me. Then I got my Dad’s old setup (record deck…

Listen/download for free – follow

The following list is being added to of places to listen to my music or download it for free and follow on social media Justin Tuijl at Bandcamp Justin Tuijl at Soundcloud Justin Tuijl at Free Music Archive Starship Anjuna…

Dry Golden

(One of the oldest poems I still have, the rest were lost. Maybe 2008, really not sure) Far away I remember the fields,Dry golden,Days when the corn was taller than us,And we trampled the crop to make rooms,Sometimes naked,Ah such…

The train rattled

(This is one of the oldest poems I still have, lost the rest, not sure, maybe 2008, about an event in 1995) The train rattled through the golden green countrysideThe sun was washing the colours brightOf the green leaves and…