Allan Levison-Morgan
1 Nairn High as a kite St. LSD 1 Chihuahua, Mexico

Home sweet home.

My Nordic roots. I love a good Opera. Many a sunday evening in my youth I would marvel at the spleadour and try to emulate the best. Many times I would dance as Rudolph Nuryev (forgive my spelling) would teach me in the safe environment of my bedroom. My mother has a music box with a ballerina in you see, my muse, my private dancer. The sugar plum fairy... Bellisimo....

Very rarely seen in public, can't remember the last time I performed my free show.Many years ago Buttons and myself went on tour with Pockets the Sexy Clown, our pet maniacal clown. Buttons, my sidekick and silent partner performed mime, a dying art while along the road I performed slight of hand, card tricks, coin tricks and hypnotism, much to the excitement of my old friends, who wer still unfortunately begging for money in the streets of Dundee. There's a girl I know there..., we've been friends for so long. It breaks my heart whenever I see her there. We share food and drink, smokes and the off laugh. What a woman she is. All through the night i'd sing to them all with my acoustic, my coo stick, my cattle prod funny ha. No. Not at all. I sat slumped on the steps of the steeple near the Nethergate one day, blinded by my tears with money in my hand, threw it all away. A passer by picked up a note, "is this yours" he asked. Not anymore, its worth shot. You keep it i replied. Went away and got wasted with some street bums id befriended, we shared a bottle of sherry and I gave this old geezer his first smoke of de ganga. He freaked out a little, wacky tabacky eh? Yeah I replied, ach away ye go. We remained friends for years. I miss those guys. See more

We are the Circus Von-Freak We are thirteen in number As I near my winter slumber I look back at the life I never had Like sawing timber and lumber... I play every musical instrument Yet invented or not I wrote a song for Pockets Because she's so very hot She's the the Head clown of our circus and I'm her biggest fan but this tune that I wrote her is si hard to remember I can never remember the way the tune goes but the chorus goes like... Here comes Pockets, Pockets the clown, she smells of strawberry juice and lemons and she's done it again, no it goes, Here comes Pockets Pockets the clown Shes bringing back the Circus coz she can't settle down Here comes Pockets, Pockets the clown, she's bringing back the circus And she's bringing it back to town, Singlehandedly like a strong woman from a circus in a book that I read as a kid who always wanted his own circus, I even had one on a T shirt and I'd fill my dreams right up with dreams of clowns and how loopy they are and every now and again I have to sit down and take a breather and every now and again I pull my baddest trick of all its the one where I drop down dead in the middle of the street and then I sneak around the back of the onlooking crowd and I creep around at the back of them whispering whats going on here and then they tell me I've about given them a heart attack then I settle back down and read my paper as her father's sitting on the crapper, then my heart does some flip flops as I ask him sincerely, may I marry your daughter, Well if you like he replies can I get back to what I'm doing here in my moonshine shed... Well thank you sir thats all I needed to know ill leave to your moonshine still, still cooking up a brew thats like no other that'll take the paint of walls, now take her home to castle and dance around the halls son. You obviously love her very much. Well done my son. This is a slice of the circus pie we are serving for your delight and amusement as outside the bats take flight, bats are always welcome at the Circus Von-Freak because they fly using sonar, now isn't that clever? Back to Pockets, were away for a midnight wander.

I was never ever baptised. I don't have a lord or master. I'm not an athiest. I'm not any label you want to tie on me. Religion is sickening to me. My opinion. Not that anyone asked but then i didn't ask to be born. I wasn't planned.

Tourettes is terrible thing. I find peace in the strangest of places. Next year for example. I'm off to hide there for a bit. Enjoy some of the past and then come back later and deal with what you call the present. Maybe go revise some psychiatric health, the new DSM looks interesting. As a teacher I'm always looking for new things to learn.

Original photo taken back in the days. I hate television. As an artist it truly is one of the most pitiful excuses as a medium for expressing oneself. I prefer the theatre these days. I'm nobodies child, I'm nobodies child, nobody loves me, bop shoe wop, born to be wild.