Busy.

The tax dodger has come home from University, so I'm preoccupied at the moment. The poll is going as I thought it would with the exception of 1 vote, but there is a few days yet.....things could change. A change of host and name could be just around the corner, and I may change to Moveable type, watch this space. When the tax dodger has stopped eating and making a mess, and gone back to his hovel I may have more time to post something a little less disjointed

Rant in A minor.

Every day I am forced to add someone to the list of people who piss me off, or so it says on the tee shirt someone brought me back from Greece. It's actually very close to the truth, and I have the start of the list to prove it: Firstly, the person in our building who leaves their used cigarette ends on the floor is top of the list, and I will catch the dirty bastard. Second is everyone associated with Big Brother, and before you say it......I did switch it off, but it was hard to avoid due to the fact that the press loved it. The rest, patronising people, crap drivers, racist fuck heads, parents who can't control their young children, weatherpersons, glory hunters, Lawrence Llewellen fucking Bowen, Jack Straw, in fact after Blair's comments on union strength you can add the whole of his fucking sell out party....Keir Hardy's grave must be fucking lit up, stupid people of which there is an abundance, ..........AAAAHHHHHHHH...........Thanks, I feel better now, and in the words of Arabella Weir, "no offence".

The Robbie Williams story.

Last week my mum went on holiday, one of her neighbours looked after the cats. This neighbour is best friends with the pop stars mum. While my mum was away Mrs Williams visited her friend, and during the visit my mums neighbour looked in on the cats at my mums house, accompanied by Mrs Williams. Picture the scene.....Robbie Williams mum in my mums house petting her cats. I know this is a very tenuous claim to fame, but, the first thing that came to mind was the headline that I could sell to the news of the world........put yours in the comment box.

Tracy is watching a manga, it put the subtitles on the screen for the theme song, fucking weird is all I can say, I think someone was working out some issues when they thought that one up.

We have been really busy recently, it's a very exciting time at the moment. All will be revealed in due course.

A quickie.

New poll up, and more photo's added. Words tomorrow. Oh, yes....and a scoop about Robbie Williams, I guarantee nobody else will have this story !

Is this a link I see before me ?

I had to post this, it’s a very addictive little game for you to play alone, or with someone on the net. A must for those times when you have nothing better to do. [link via burnt toast]

Memories and cheesecake.

If you stare at a bright image for a while, then close your eyes, you can see an outline burned onto your retina. Some images stay long after they should, some images are still there when I close my eyes, even though the view that created them is far back down the vista of years.

Today I had the pleasure of tasting the most delicious cheesecake ever made, it was vanilla, with fresh fruit and a raspberry (I hesitate to say it) coulis. The fruit and the sauce were nice, but the cheesecake was perfection. If you are in the vicinity of The Travellers Rest at Grassmere in Cumbria make sure you stop and try the food, it's top notch. But, under no circumstance must you leave without trying the cheesecake.

There has been a distinct lack of links on here lately, I seem to go from one extreme to another. I think it's because I haven't been surfing lately, I just seem to log on, check out my daily reads, and download music off Kazaa whilst I trawl through everyone's comment boxes. It's about time I did some mooching about in cyberland, and I will point you in the direction of my journey when I get back.

Angry from Cumbria.

Two young boys walked six hundred miles across Australia to find asylum, and we have turned them down, is this how we should treat children ?

Tiger Woods has been moaning because clicking cameras have put him off, I've got two words for him.....Ryder cup !

It looks like the Labour party has got trouble ahead from the unions, who are rapidly loosing patience with Blair's love for big business, Blair's cronies are being ousted from high profile positions within the big unions, and there have been several strikes in different sectors this week. It's about time all unions withdrew funds from the Labour party and put them to better use, more on this later.

The photo's are up as promised, just three of our local area, more to follow.

Tomorrow.

I've been taking loads of photographs lately, I'll put them up tomorrow. The perennial promise.....I'll do it tomorrow, I'm always putting thing off till tomorrow, it's an easy promise to make and unfortunately a lot harder to keep. Well, we'll see....come back tomorrow and have a look.

Square eyes ? I think not.

Channel four have done it again, they have found the only thing worth watching, and surprise surprise......it's American. Six feet under has got everything, comedy, tragedy, intelligence, a riveting plot and a bunch of excellent actors. I have been a critic of American TV in the past, but at the moment they have all the decent stuff and this one is head and shoulders above anything else. The sad thing is, British TV isn't taking any notice, they seem content to trot out the same old shite in the vain hope that catering to the lowest common denominator will get them the highest ratings. Well they had better wake up and smell the ozone, and make some programs that push the boundaries. Fuck the ratings, the best TV always comes out of the blue and slaps you on the face. It's a sad state of affairs when the only other thing on worth watching is the news. Come on bitch.....slap me !

Bad Karma.

For a split second I actually considered chasing them, until it occurred to me that if I caught them, then what ? Four young blokes in a car, eager to escape the scene of an accident, you have to ask yourself why. Discretion isn't only the better part of valour, it's also fucking sensible. It's easy to get wrapped up in how badly off we are, but there are a lot of people with real problems, to whom our mishap is just trivial. My thought for today: Since the west imposed sanctions on Iraq, five million children have died needlessly, and today and every day 167 people die because our government is party to the biggest act of terrorism since the holocaust. There is a lot of bad Karma in the world, and our hit and run driver just added a drop in the ocean.

Bastards.

We've just been in a car crash, but the fuckers just drove off. I can't believe anyone would do that, well I can I suppose but....fuck, bastards !

yo banana boy

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Wanted: more words.

Sometimes words just aren't good enough. How can I express feelings so strong they make me want to scream ? I try to put down onto the "page" what I'm thinking, but when I read it back it is weak, and bears no real resemblance to the emotions behind my ponderings. Highlight - delete - start again.....this literary trinity has become a pattern that runs through almost all my posts, I suppose it's a fair reflection of my limited writing skills, especially as I visit some of my daily reads which seem to flow beautifully, weaving ideas and conclusions into bright written tapestries. My daily reads list is growing rapidly, and I'm finding it hard to make time for them all. I urge you to have a look if you have an hour or so to spare, they are all well worth the effort. I will endeavour to keep trying to express my self here, although one blog I have been reading for a while has just thrown in the towel, damn shame as well, it was one of the best weblogs I have ever read. As the old saying goes: all good things come to an end.............whoever said that obviously never saw Eldorado !

The response I received to my poem last week has encouraged me to put some more of my stuff on a separate page, feelings of inadequacy notwithstanding, I might do it next week. They are mostly hidden on scraps of paper and have only ever been read by two people, I'm already trying to find reasons not to do it. This monitor, machine, telephone line is a nice cosy barrier between me and you, if I share my other stuff it will remove the barrier and expose me, naked (shudder) and open to ridicule. This is not something I relish, so bear with me ?

So much to read, so little time.

Observer Sport monthly, New Statesman, The new rulers of the world by John Pilger, an anthology of European poetry, a copy of Men’s health that I mistakenly bought, and Kevin Keegan’s autobiography. All before weekend, or I’ll be behind again.

Odd !

Today I saw a fence made from giant coloured pencils, and it freaked me out. Have you seen anything strange lately ?

I don't like Mondays.

After four weeks off sick and three weeks of night shifts, today was my first early start, I was up at five this morning after the kind of sleep you only get after three weeks of nights. I remember staring bleakly at the alarm clock at ten past two, wondering if I would ever nod off, wondering if this was the night when I finally became an insomniac. The next thing I knew the alarm went off and informed me that someone had been shot on the M6, it felt like I had been asleep for about four seconds. I can pretty much navigate around our house with my eyes closed, (when you work nights and get up in the day, say for the toilet, if you open your eyes you will never get back to sleep) I have found this to be useful at this time in the morning as well, and today it was most welcome due to the fact that when I opened them it felt like they were on fire. Coffee usually sorts me out, so by the time I finally headed out of the door I felt vaguely human, this lasted approximately until I arrived at work and then, as usual, that's where my problems started. Have you ever had the feeling that you had been press ganged into something ? You see, at first it sounded like a good idea, but as the reality of the situation sunk in I got the distinct feeling that I had been conned. Now the blanks have been filled in and the veil of mystery lifted, and the case for the prosecution has been made for which there is only one outcome.................and it's not good.

Film review and stuff.

Here's my four word film review of tonights premier on sky: "Crouching subtitles - Hidden ending". On top of that, I have just spent about forty minutes downloading a lenghty "Two Towers" trailer from kazaa, only to find it was a wind up. It's very funny though, so I suppose it was worth it.

I have added some more photo's, a new poem, and the puzzle now has a pop-up box for your clue. If you are still nowhere near getting it let me know, I may give a couple of hints.

My two penneth mmkay !

The result of the poll is quite conclusive, it seems most people want to see all drugs legalised. The way society views the whole drug scene is riddled with hypocrisy and double standards. There are more deaths from smoking than all the other drugs combined, and alcohol abuse is one of the main causes of violence in the home, not to mention the deaths caused by drunk drivers. Yet the government and the people find these addictions acceptable, why ? Get this image in your mind......a junkie, the stereotype, you know the kind, I don't have to describe it. Now picture Jamie Blandford, both these are (were) heroin addicts, the only difference is one of them can afford to support his habit as well as live a comfortable life, and one can't. If heroin were legal and available on the national health (the national health service pays £4 for an ounce of 100% heroin) the addict could afford to live properly and support his habit. You can argue that we shouldn't be encouraging people to take "hard" drugs, but I truly believe in allowing people the freedom to live their own lives, without the shackles of our nanny state and the disapproving glare of a holier-than-thou society (I argued with someone about this whilst they held a glass of wine in one hand and a cigarette in the other). Just for the record, there have been no recorded deaths as a result of smoking Cannabis, and contrary to popular belief Cannabis does not progress to heroin via LSD, Speed and Cocaine. I know people who have been pot smokers for years without the need to look for something harder. If our society were to remove the criminal element from the drug culture and make it acceptable, and an issue of choice, we will free up all the money we use to track down, arrest, try and incarcerate all drug criminals. We will remove all the mystery and romance from a culture that in reality is neither mysterious or romantic, and we will be better able to control the quality of the drugs on offer, and by doing so reduce the amount of deaths that are increasing because of poor quality or "cut" drugs. As a parent I have to say that the "you will not do drugs" approach to the control of your offspring is a very naive and often counter productive method, due to the fact that your kids will more often than not do the exact opposite just to spite you. I suppose what we should do is make drugs legal and say we think they are "cool", they wouldn't touch them with a barge poll, then outlaw vegetables.....we will soon see gangs of youths hiding down back alleys eating raw Carrot, and drinking Wheatgrass, "that vitamin C, it's such a buzz maaan !". My new slogan "say no to Sprouts, they're not big and they're not clever".

Blog holiday.

I've decided to take a short break, just a couple of days, I need to make things fresh again and get out of the mind set that I am in. I also need to get out of the habit of posting every single day, something I said that I wouldn't do. Before you go, check this out, it's funny and very close to the truth.

In my own words.

For the last few days I have been stuck in a bit of a fiction rut, whenever I sat down to post here I couldn’t seem to say anything, all that came out was other stuff. It started with a story, then a snippet of a theory, and lastly a poem. The rest was just trivial notes. It was like I had lost my real voice, and it had been replaced with a new instrument, one which formed new sounds. I’m not complaining, I hope it comes back, but for now it’s buggered off………so I’ll just carry on as before and if it happens again you’ll know why.

Google! DayPop! This is my blogchalk: English, United Kingdom, Cumbria, Harrington, Simon, Male, 36-40!

Morning muse.

Roused by a dark angel,
her summer fingers caress
my need, I exhale.

With liquid voice she
burns away my nightly death,
and bears me anew.

Tearing the cowl of my
nature, she lends my morning
soul a countenance of grace.