The sun set
an hour ago,
yet
through the kitchen window
I see clear to the bottom of the garden.
There, in the sumach,
singing still
and undeterred
Archive for February, 2010
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Sunday, February 28th, 2010mind thegap
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Guest beers at the Victoria Friday 26th February 2010
Saturday, February 27th, 2010York Yorkshire Terrier 4.2% £2.95
Batemans Miss Canada 4.1% £2.95
Batemans Salem Porter 4.7% £2.95
Brains SA 4.2% £3.05
Batemans XXXB 4.8% £2.95
Seem to be getting a predominance of Batemans beers on the guest list in what is advertised as a Batemans pub!
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Saturday, February 27th, 2010wobble bottle
Saturday, February 27th, 2010We all need a bit of stability in our lives. For some it is easier than others.
Middle England
Wednesday, February 24th, 2010With a million single mothers all sponging off the state
The need for right wing government simply cannot wait.
Our streets are crammed with buggies, it really is a bore
the way it spoils our school-run in our Audi four-by-four.
The little bastards’ parents if daddy can be caught,
Should be forced to marry or encouraged to abort.
If not, then stop their benefits, it simply could not fail.
Well, that’s what Richard Kay said in last week’s Daily Mail.
Tramp
Tuesday, February 23rd, 2010
Homeless Dog
Tuesday, February 23rd, 2010
Drunks
Tuesday, February 23rd, 2010
Bridge
Tuesday, February 23rd, 2010
Coal miner
Tuesday, February 23rd, 2010
Sitting Girl
Tuesday, February 23rd, 2010
deep within life
Tuesday, February 23rd, 2010you came into this world
born to a life of sin
your elders gather round
smiling deep from within
the new dawn is here
sun beating down
no wind around, too much heat
your strength will never be beat
Mascot
Sunday, February 21st, 2010At 1 o’clock the ground was already bustling with people as the mascot reported for duty. The parking attendant orchestrated. A room at the back of the club shop provided the kit for the day.
Yellow stewards bibs abounded. Black clad doormen, wired for sound, occasionally touched an ear and accepted his presence as he entered the inner sanctum, a place known only to players, managers and mascots, the elite.
Life’s a struggle
Sunday, February 21st, 2010Life’s a struggle, when you are a paperboy and it has been snowing all night. As I drove out to get some coal in the Jeep this morning I passed a paperboy trying to make headway on his bike. It somehow made me think of the Pony Express and how the mail must get through.
In this case it wasn’t just the mail. It was the Sunday Times, Telegraph, Express, News of the Screws and others. This doesn’t quite bring the same sense of urgency especially as I long since stopped taking a Sunday paper in favour of reading it all on the internet.
Returning with a boot full of fuel and birdseed I saw another paperboy laden down with a heavy shopping trolley. His face was a picture of grit and determination, the attraction of payday on a Saturday outweighing the obstacles to getting the job done.