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February 27, 2010

wobble bottle

Filed under: the art gallery — Tags: — Trefor Davies @ 5:40 pm

We all need a bit of stability in our lives. For some it is easier than others.

February 21, 2010

Mascot

Filed under: prose — Tags: , — Trefor Davies @ 9:28 pm

At 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.

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Life’s a struggle

Filed under: miscellany — Tags: , — Trefor Davies @ 11:24 am

Life’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.

February 20, 2010

Guest Beers at the Victoria, Union Road, Lincoln

Hook Norton Old Hook 4.6% £3.15
Batemans GHA 4.2% £2.95
Batemans Hooker 4.5% £ 2.95
Hook Norton Double Stout 4.8% £3.25
Spectrum Spring Promise 4.5% £3.15

February 18, 2010

the break

Filed under: the art gallery — Tags: — Trefor Davies @ 9:50 am

master class

what is this thing called snow?

Filed under: poems — Tags: — Trefor Davies @ 8:19 am

snow covered palm trees, somewhat out of place
snow bathing, it’s no use if a tan is the target
snow joke for the lifeguard, coldly surveying the scene
there’s no business, like the UK February half term holiday

the snow – it came, it went, it was soon forgotten. a mythological entity, historical curiosity, or both.

February 12, 2010

Guest beers 12th Feb 2010

Batemans Miss Canada 4.1% £2.95
Steaming Billy Bitter 4.3% £2.95
Titanic Anchor 4.1% £2.95
Batemans Victory Ale 5.9% £3.20

My dad (Alun)

Filed under: poems — Tags: , — Trefor Davies @ 6:00 am

my dad (Alun)
who has lived long and intends longer
plays golf

of course
on his birthday which comes around faster
each time

battery charged
ready for another eighteen
with Eileen (my mam)

who takes the money
and puts it behind the clock on the proverbial
mantelpiece, which keeps going.

February 8, 2010

the cerse of vurse

Filed under: poems — Trefor Davies @ 7:41 pm

terse
short verse
longer the poem
rhyme gets worse
struggling spelling
words need nurse
death of language
remove in hearse

see dave – I can do rhyme 🙂

February 7, 2010

cocoon

Filed under: miscellany — Trefor Davies @ 10:53 am

I sit here in my cocoon gazing at the football grey February morning. The only sounds are the muffled voices of people outside the envelope punctuated by the occasional thud of ball.

Cars turn up and doors slam. The electrified East Coast line marks one boundary but no trains yet. It is Sunday morning.

From my vantage point I can see the whole pitch. The green of the grass is in noticeable contrast to the otherwise dull winter scene surrounding the ground.

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February 5, 2010

Attend your own wake

Filed under: ideas — Tags: — Trefor Davies @ 8:15 pm

Don’t wait until you can’t attend the party. How many times are there when you get all your old mates together in the same room? Probably not since your wedding. Well now’s the chance. Don’t wait until you are dead. Conduct your own wake now. Chose the music, what you want to say about yourself, the venue!

Only problem is that if people know you aren’t actually dead will they come to the wake? Avoid the embarrassment of finding out who your real friends are by suggesting they have their own wake at the same time. That way they will definitely want to come.

Guest Beers At The Victoria 5th February

Derventio “Et Tu Brutus” 4.5% £2.95
Derventio Winter Gold 4.0% £2.95
Exmoor Gold 4.5% £2.95
Tom Wood’s Harvest Bitter 4.3% £2.95

February 3, 2010

Guest beers at the Victoria – 22 January 2010

Everards Sunchaser 4% £2.95
Hopback Cropcircle 4% £2.95
Fyne Ales Highlander 4.8% £2.95
Harvestown Haggis Hunter 4.3% £2.95

Broadoak Perry (pear cider) 7.5% £2.00

They were obviously trying to shift the Perry

disturbance of the peace

Filed under: poems — Trefor Davies @ 9:07 pm

the dishwasher is on in the kitchen again. it is very relaxing. in the same category as photocopying but different.

the house is quiet – other than a debate going on upstairs regarding who has rights to the hot water from the immersion heater. unlike the water it isn’t a heated debate. more of a vocal eyebrow raise.

I can hear the bath running and the downstairs toilet flushing. outside it is raining though it is a silent rain.

then the peace is disturbed…

February 2, 2010

The Funeral Service

Filed under: prose,thoughts — Trefor Davies @ 10:11 pm

The service was due to start at 2pm but by 1.40 if you weren’t already in you weren’t going to get a seat. We sat there in our Sunday funereal best biding our time. I was glad I had dressed soberly although I had considered doing otherwise. This didn’t stretch to a tie.

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