Rancid journey with no outcome desirable Damned if you do; don’t and vilification still Fool on hill, feeds scraps to judgemental Their prurient appetites fed; real story irrelevant Fab quartet advocate nowhere man not to worry Take his time and not hurry Have patience till somebody else lends him a hand World isn’t at his command,…
Category: fiction
What’s Her First Name, Dad?
The ‘On This Day’ app on Facebook has just kindly reminded me that this time last year I was stuck in Derbyshire awaiting a recovery vehicle. My car rendered undriveable by a wheel bearing fault. In the car was my father of 50+ years, an overnight case of two years and 5kg of wine gums purchased…
Random
Latitude and longitude; chalk and cheese Polar opposites, though only one found on pizza Unless you like chalk topping on thy thin & crispy Sweet and sour; man and woman Polar opposites; only two of four in Chinese meal Unless have cannibal tendencies; chef accommodating Alkaline and acid; bald and hirsute Polar opposites; only one can have a…
Nice To See You. To See You….
Yesterday, I was saddened to hear of the passing of veteran entertainer Sir Bruce Forsyth. Although not an avid viewer of his ITV game shows from the 1980’s onwards, in the 1970’s his show The Generation Game joined the likes of Morecambe & Wise, Mike Yarwood, The Two Ronnies and Kojak, in making my childhood Saturday night TV a delight. For…
Empty Cage
The weekend is almost upon us as I commence this arbitrary narrative. For those in desperate need of the two day sabbatical, the waiting is almost at a conclusion. Like an errant child in fear of a scolding after exchanging their dad’s Faberge Egg for a handful of magic beans, the light at the end of the tunnel is sheepishly approaching. Fear not, it’ll soon…
The Cropping of Maggie’s Locks
It’s Thursday 17th August at 12:20 pm, as I look out at the back garden the sun’s glare makes a welcome tarriance after the deluge of overnight precipitation. Such powerful rainfall my garden borders appear to have been jet blasted as I’d slept. Consequently, the thinner stemmed flora and fauna looked very sorry for themselves, staring groundward as though bowing subserviently in the presence of royalty….
The Entitled Species
Self-entitled society; inconvenience them not Their rights akin to ones they’d deny others Selfish; nauseating trait of the misguided Shellfish; nauseating comestible if mis-cooked. Selfie society, crave contemporary pictorial autograph Assassins smile for camera with their endangered trophy A memory snapshot for grandkids to admire hence Grandpa’s wildlife slaughter his unspeakable legacy to progenitors….
Summertime
This morning, whilst seeking inspiration for a blog topic, I commenced a surveillance of my back garden through the bay window. Witnessing the clothes drying in the now obligatory breeze, along with the capricious appearances of solar rays, I concluded that UK summer’s are rubbish these days. During this period of contemplation, my wife Karen and I discussed how we…
That’s Nice
“They’re lovely people”; they aren’t “They’re so clever”; they weren’t Undeserved pedestals constructed by role models naive Voiced by those witnessing self-righteous, authentic or not. Acquiesce to the ‘lovely people’ Cow tow to the supposedly ‘erudite’ Mantra of insecurity; foolhardy bastion of subservience Consequence, imbecilic compliance to those unworthy. “Blessed are the peacemakers.” Almighty’s adoption promised as thy…