Archive for April, 2011

In Wray the pigeon is dead, long live the 30Meg symmetrical connection! #twicket

Wednesday, April 27th, 2011

In Wray the pigeon is dead,
Martyred on a loop of fibre,
His old and inefficient ways,
Killed off by Doyle of cyber.

The ways of farmfolk perceived:
Rustic whirr of disaffection,
Dawned now the age of Internet,
Enlightening connection!

Oh city boys this killer,
Was 30 Meg symmetrical,
An epitaph, in words of rhyme
This last post, poetical.

For @cyberdoyle


Monday, April 25th, 2011

Travelling hopefully

I was buried in the music,
old time stuff,
the same songs,
time again,
too loud,
random wanderings

the red sunset
added a touch of magic
to a seaborne pallet
totally calm
the island silhouette
unfamiliar, exotic

Sunday night and wide awake,
clear of mind, imagination fuelled

Arrived – day 1 – rocks at Peel castle

At the edge of the sea I sat, waiting, with expectations of the tide, almost full in. The soak of the bolder wave did not come.

Lands edge was final. There could be nowhere else, no other place, an ending.

I was completely alone though not companionless. My thoughts ran quiet amusements whilst around me the water swirled and pulsated; timeless beats of an incomprehensible song.

I asked no questions. There were no answers.

The Joke of the Dead Man Walking

Friday, April 15th, 2011

Ridicule is most painful when

The joker and the joke are

One and the same.

Confessing a weakness

In every action:

This terrible self-parody,

An unintended act

By a clown who cannot cry.

Intaken air sometimes brings

The world in with it,

A punchline to the ribs

Released as a foolish whisper.

Death is full of ill-humour and,


Even the jester will not die laughing.

If the gallows man knows this gag

He’s not letting on

As he tightens the tie at his neck.

The crowd knows what follows

And herein lies

The predictability of a limerick life.

Cartoon cats never catch the bird,

While the coyote detonates


Yet again;

Did they write the script?

Self-contained comic stripped

Of dignity by the second page,

Stapled and folded over

Upon itself;

Apparently quite popular

With the condemned.

Tragic comedy

Is the dead man’s gift;

An artistic sacrifice without reward

Except for the comfort

Of soliloquy.

The Bird Feeder Episode 3

Friday, April 8th, 2011

The third in a series of exciting/mildly interesting/relaxing (delete as appropriate) videos showing birds feeding in our back garden. Action at around 4 minutes.

The Bird Feeder Episode 2

Friday, April 8th, 2011

The second in a series of relaxing videos showing birds feeding in our back garden. Action at 6 and 14 minutes.

The Bird Feeder

Thursday, April 7th, 2011

Take some time out, relax, and watch the bird feeder. Don’t expect huge activity but patience is rewarded.

The long slow death of an elderly elephant

Sunday, April 3rd, 2011