A whisper on some far off breeze Or long forgotten cry A memory in the midst of time An echo fleeting by I roam the earth in memories But rarely called to mind And live in the subconscious Of a world I left behind Without me you would never be know me, you never could … Continue reading Ancestry
On the morning of 12th March 1864 a 17 year old boy rescued a kitchen table from the side of a Sheffield street. The remarkable story of how it came to be there would eventually be debated by Queen Victoria herself. That 17 year old boy was my great great grandfather and I still have … Continue reading The forgotten flood
You expect me to apologise For being the way I am Being british, white, conventional But worst of all, a man I'm sorry that I'm average height And I'm not over weight I'm sorry for being English I'm afraid to say I'm straight I never shout about my rights Of which there's very few And … Continue reading Minority retort
I have reblogged this post in light of the BBC’s disgraceful plan to charge over 75’s for TV licences.
The TV license in the UK will rise to £154.50 from 1st April 2019.
It is however, not a licence to watch TV, as it misleadingly suggests. It is a licence to watch the propaganda channels that are the BBC. All two of them!
The rest of the day is filled up with more repeats, celebrity quiz shows, and the leftover bits of sport that were obviously not deemed worthy to be shown on Sky TV.
At the time of writing I have a choice of two programmes to watch, the “world track cycling championships” (repeated from yesterday). Or “Rick Stein’s long weekends”. (Repeated from 2016).
So what on earth do they spend the millions on? They probably need all the revenue to fund the TV detector police. Either that or…
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I open my eyes with a start What is that strange feeling Life Not again I'm not in the mood for you today Fuck off and bother someone else
The cool summer breeze wafts gently by While the mill pond shimmers with delight Scent of primrose and lilac fill the nostrils And dandelion seeds accept a ride The stillness broken only by 'kerplunk' Of silent anglers casting out their bait What better place to waste an afternoon In silent contemplation of the world But … Continue reading Why I can’t go fishing
I watched you as you walked away And left me on my own You took my heart, and in its place Is now a piece of stone I should have seen it coming But was just too blind to see I never stopped to let you know How much you meant to me Though time … Continue reading Letting go
You're there to stop me when I fall And lift me if I'm down You are my inspiration Even when you're not around You're always there to hold me Give me strength when I am weak You are my eyes when I can't see My voice when I can't speak The one I always turn … Continue reading Making a point
The evening sunlight skips across the ripples of the lake dancing on its ridges as it hurries by, pausing impatiently to allow boats to pass, before searching ever onwards, chasing down the dark in a never ending game of hide and seek. Shadows hide round every corner, little pockets of night that got left behind. … Continue reading Quay moments