Sunday, 30 August 2009

I don't believe it !

I don't believe it that two weeks have passed since I last Blogged ! But it is true and I can't say a lot on how I spent the last fourteen days because it has zipped past rather quickly on hindsight but has been rather mundane really, as all I have been doing is keeping my head down, concentrating on doing my WaistWise Programme and doing all the other usual things in life.

Oh yes, I have spent time reading the labels on food content... anything containing hydogenated fat get's the 'thumbs down' .... regardless of whether I like the product !

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Sunday, 16 August 2009

Cathy Grindrod

As a small local Poetry Group, we have been meeting regularly at Buxton Library for almost 3 years. On Friday 14th August, I invited Cathy Grindrod to come along and see how we could develop as a group and achieve some of our aspirations ~ to get our work published and to take our Poetry to places that may prove difficult to access, like Hospitals/Prisons/Young Offenders Institutions/Care Homes etc.

Well, we had a lively Poetry Session reciting our Poetry and then got down to the business of 'what to do next' ?

The Group needed a name - it was decided that we call ourselves "Spa Poets". A Constitution need's to be agreed, three signatories are required for a Bank Account .... then, Spa Poets can (hopefully) access some available Funding to realise their current aspirations.

Cathy Grindrod was most helpful, friendly and positively encouraging and has offered further help if needed in the very near future.

Watch this Space !

Cathy Grindrod http://www.cathygrindrod.co.uk/

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Calling All Angels.......

Calling All Angels
Lenny Kravitz



Calling all angels
I need you near to the ground
I miss you dearly
Can you hear me on your cloud?

All of my life
I've been waiting for someone to love

Calling all angels
I need you near to the ground
I have been kneeling
And praying to hear a sound

All of my life
I've been waiting for someone to love
All of my life
I've been waiting for something to love

All of my life
I've been waiting for someone to love
All of my life
I've been waiting for something to love

Day by day
Through the years
Make my way

Day by day
Through the years
Day by day
Through the years

Day by day
Through the years
Day by day
Make my way

Day by day
Through the years
Day by day
Day by day

Where were you when Elvis Presley died ?


16th August 1977, I was at work, working night-shift in Glasgow ~ the radio was playing over the tannoy system, Radio Luxembourg.

Suddenly the music was interrupted for a "Newsflash" - that newsflash was the first time I had witnessed grown men openly weep in front of me.......'Elvis Presley is dead, the King of Rock & Roll is dead' ....... and then wall to wall Elvis Presley songs for the remainder of the transmission. The song that created most reaction was "Are You Lonesome Tonight".........when Elvis died, a lot of people felt lonesome.




32 years since that night in the UK, and it feel's like yesterday as Elvis Presley's songs are still as fresh today as they were when he was alive, yet they hold more meaning and show undoubtedly that Elvis Presley was the one and only King of Rock & Roll.



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Elvis Presley died on August 16, 1977 in the bathroom of his Graceland mansion in Memphis, Tennessee. He was 42. He had been on the toilet, but fallen off onto the floor, where he lay in a pool of his own vomit. Panicked, his staff contacted an ambulance, which rushed him to nearby Baptist Memorial Hospital, where, after several attempts to revive him, he died at 3:30 pm CST. His autopsy was performed at 7:00 pm.
The official coroner's report lists "cardiac arrhythmia" as the cause of Presley's death, but this was later admitted to be a ruse entered into by the Presley family along with autopsy physicians Dr. Jerry T. Francisco, Dr. Eric Muirhead and Dr. Noel Florredo to cover up the real cause of death, a cocktail of ten prescribed drugs, taken in doses no doctor would prescribe:
The painkillers Morphine and Demerol.
Chloropheniramine, an antihistamine.
The tranquilizers Placidyl and Vailum.
Finally, four drugs were found in "significant" quantities: Codeine, an opiate, Ethinamate, largely prescribed at the time as a "sleeping pill," Quaaludes, and a barbituate, or depressant, that has never been identified.

It has also been rumored that Diazepam, Amytal, Nembutal, Carbrital, Sinutab, Elavil, Avental, and Valmid were found in his system at death.

The phrase "cardiac arrhythmia," in the context of the coroner's report, means little more than a stopped heart; the report initially tried to attribute the arrhythmia to cardiovascular disease, but Elvis' own personal physician has stated that Presley had no such chronic problems at the time. Most of Elvis' many health problems can and have been traced back to rampant abuse of prescription drugs.
Elvis had visited his dentist on August 15th to have a temporary crown put in; it has also been suggested that the codeine the dentist gave him that day resulted in an anaphylactic shock that assisted in his death. (He had suffered allergic reactions to the drug previously.)

http://oldies.about.com/od/elvisdeathfaq/f/elvisdeath.htm

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Saturday, 15 August 2009

Friday, 14 August 2009

Bike to Work Derbyshire


Today I take delivery of a brand new bike from the "Bike to Work Derbyshire" Scheme.
I just telephone this wednesday and two days later I'm a new bike owner ~ most impressive indeed !
The new bike will help me attend Further Education Classes and get around, in what is a predominately rural area with limited public transport available outside peak times.
Bike to Work Derbyshire is part of the Wheels to Work Derbyshire Scheme, operated by Derbyshire Rural Community Council.
For more details on the "Bike to Work Derbyshire Scheme contact:
Sandie Abberley
Wheels to Work and Accessibility Manager
Direct Line: 01629 821 923
Mobile: 07795 440 404
Address: Derbyshire Rural Community Council, Church Street, Wirksworth, Derbyshire, DE4 4EY
Tel: 01629 824 797 Fax: 01629 826 053
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Quote

"Every age has its own poetry; in every age the circumstances of history choose a nation, a race, a class to take up the torch by creating situations that can be expressed or transcended only through poetry."

~ Jean-Paul Sartre

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Thursday, 13 August 2009

Les Paul






You know, there are some people, who when they pass away, although you have never met them in person, seem to leave a large vaccuum behind, as though it was a close Friend or relative... hearing of the death of Les Paul, he is one of those people.



Even his name 'Les Paul' conjures up magical images of sound and sunburst finished guitars that so many iconic guitar players.



U2 guitarist The Edge, Led Zeppelin's Jimmy Page, Guns N' Roses star Slash and The Who's Pete Townshend are among those closely associated with the Les Paul sound.



Without Les Paul there would have been no Rock music !
Les Paul R.I.P.
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Tuesday, 11 August 2009

The Ladybird and the Aphid...







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Tens of millions of ladybirds have swarmed into the UK in a mass insect invasion.

Parts of Somerset and Norfolk have seen cars, roads and buildings covered in a thick carpet of the creatures.

Experts say they are thriving on a bumper crop of their favourite food, aphids, thanks to hot and wet weather.

It is the most extreme ladybird deluge in Britain since the 1970s and could last for another six weeks.

At Chard in Somerset, a farm with an eco-roof has become a major ladybird hotspot because the warm grass-like matting creates the perfect habitat.

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Monday, 10 August 2009





Get on Your Bike With Skyride Glasgow
Free Cycling Event

On Sunday 23rd August (10am-4pm), Sky, British Cycling and Glasgow City Council are staging Skyride Glasgow, a mass cycle ride which gives you, your friends and your family the chance to cycle in a safe, fun and family-friendly environment on traffic-free roads in and around the city centre.

Not only is Skyride Glasgow your chance to enjoy scenic Glasgow city centre on your bike, but there is a whole heap of family fun for you to enjoy on en-route and at Glasgow Green!

Why not gear up for the mass ride by taking part in one of our local rides ? the next one is this Wednesday 12th August around Hogganfield Loch, ideal for beginners and families.
Click Link below for more information on local rides.

Everything is free, so join in! To register and find out more about the full programme go to

http://www.goskyride.com/glasgow

Friday, 7 August 2009

The Five Acts of Harry Patch by Andrew Motion.

The Five Acts of Harry Patch by Andrew Motion.

A curve is a straight line caught bending
and this one runs under the kitchen window
where the bright eyes of your mum and dad
might flash any minute and find you down
on all fours, stomach hard to the ground,
slinking along a furrow between the potatoes
and dead set on a prospect of rich pickings,
the good apple trees and plum trees and pears,
anything sweet and juicy you might now be
able to nibble around the back and leave
hanging as though nothing were amiss,
if only it were possible to stand upright
in so much clear light and with those eyes
beady in the window and not catch a packet.

II.

Patch, Harry Patch, that's a good name,
Shakespearean, it might be one of Hal's men
at Agincourt or not far off, although in fact
it starts life and belongs in Combe Down
with your dad's trade in the canary limestone
which turns to grey and hardens when it meets
the light, perfect for Regency Bath and you too
since no one these days thinks about the danger
of playing in quarries when the workmen go,
not even of prodding and pelting with stones
the wasps' nests perched on rough ledges
or dropped from the ceiling on curious stalks
although god knows it means having to shift
tout suite and still get stung on arms and faces.

III.

First the hard facts of not wanting to fight,
and the kindness of deciding to shoot men
in the legs but no higher unless needs must,
and the liking among comrades which is truly
deep and wide as love without that particular name,
then Pilckem Ridge and Langemarck and across
the Steenbeek since none of the above can change
what comes next, which is a lad from A Company
shrapnel has ripped open from shoulder to waist
who tells you "Shoot me", but is good as dead
already, and whose final word is "Mother",
which you hear because you kneel to hold
one finger of his hand, and then remember orders
to keep pressing on, support the infantry ahead.

IV.

After the big crowd to unveil the memorial
and no puff left in the lungs to sing O valiant hearts
or say aloud the names of friends and one cousin,
the butcher and chimney sweep, a farmer, a carpenter,
work comes up the Wills Tower in Bristol and there
thunderstorms are a danger, so bad that lightning
one day hammers Great George and knocks down
the foreman who can't use his hand three weeks
later as you recall, along with the way that strike
burned all trace of oxygen from the air, it must have,
given the definite stink of sulphur and a second
or two later the gusty flap of a breeze returning
along with rooftops below, and moss, and rain
fading over the green Mendip Hills and blue Severn.

V.

You grow a moustache, check the mirror, notice
you're forty years old, then next day shave it off,
check the mirror again - and see you're seventy,
but life is like that now, suddenly and gradually
everyone you know dies and still comes to visit
or you head back to them, it's not clear which
only where it happens: a safe bedroom upstairs
by the look of things, although when you sit late
whispering with the other boys in the Lewis team,
smoking your pipe upside-down to hide the fire,
and the nurses on night duty bring folded sheets
to store in the linen cupboard opposite, all it takes
is someone switching on the light - there is that flash,
or was until you said, and the staff blacked the window.
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I watched this on TV last night, recited by Andrew Motion to Harry Patch when he was still alive. Very very moving programme and an even more moving recital of a life extraordinary, that belonged to Harry Patch.

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Tough

Daily Empowerment


Tuesday, 4 August 2009

Let’s Put the Past in Front of Us

Let’s Put the Past in Front of Us

Finally we agree. We share a vision.
Allow me to set out in black and white
Our firm, unspoken policy decision.
Feel free to change the parts that don’t sound right.

Let’s never meet or talk or make things better.
Let’s not consider how we each are flawed.
Let’s slam down phones and tear up every letter,
And build a silence that could bend a sword.

Let’s trample on our friendship, our potential.
Let’s blame each other, bitterly, for years.
Let’s call our good times false, inconsequential
And frame in gold the doubts, the threats, the tears.

Let’s shred our morals, lock away our manners.
Let’s cut our feelings off to spite our hearts.
Let’s host a carnival of hate, wave banners,
Parade our grudges through the streets, on carts.

Let’s not, while we are younger, braver, stronger
Than we will be again, fight hard to save
Lost hope. Whichever one of us lives longer
Can wail ‘Too late’ beside the other’s grave.

If this is not our dream, our aspiration,
Plan A, hooray, what we would both prefer,
Then, in the name of grief and isolation,
Let us at least behave as if it were.

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A Poem by Sophie Hannah
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Monday, 3 August 2009

96 Tears

"Rob's Run" for CEFET

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Thank you.

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Hotpot



The Train to Blackpool.
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The Living Years...


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Every generation
Blames the one before
And all of their frustrations
Come beating on your door

I know that I'm a prisoner
To all my Father held so dear
I know that I'm a hostage
To all his hopes and fears
I just wish I could have told him in the living years

Crumpled bits of paper
Filled with imperfect thoughts
Stilted conversations
I'm afraid that's all we've got

You say you just don't see it
He says it's perfect sense
You just can't get agreement
In this present tense
We all talk a different language
Talkin' in defense

Say it loud, say it clear
You can listen as well as you hear
It's too late when we die
To admit we don't see eye to eye

So we open up a quarrel
Between the present and the past
We only sacrifice the future
It's the bitterness that lasts

So Don't yield to the fortunes
You sometimes see as fate
It may have a new perspective
On a different date
And if you don't give up, and don't give in
You may just be O.K.

Say it loud, say it clear
You can listen as well as you hear
It's too late when we die
To admit we don't see eye to eye

I wasn't there that morning
When my Father passed away
I didn't get to tell him
All the things I had to say

I think I caught his spirit
Later that same year
I'm sure I heard his echo
In my baby's new born tears
I just wish I could have told him in the living years

Say it loud, say it clear
You can listen as well as you hear
It's too late when we die
To admit we don't see eye to eye

Say it loud, say it clear
Say it loud
Don't give up
Don't give in
And don't know what you can do next

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Sunday, 2 August 2009

Soon be Monday.....


Hoovers & Hedge Cutters





















Hoovers & Hedgecutters.

Suburban Sunday afternoon ?
It was more like the Battle of Britain
What with Hoovers & Hedgecutters
Making sounds like tanks & planes
Was that gunfire I heard ?
Or was it that clapped out car backfiring
Leaving a cloud of pollution in it's wake
If the noise don't kill you, the fumes will
On a suburban Sunday afternoon


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Whilst the whole World sleeps....



Whilst the whole World sleeps

Best time of the day is when the whole World is asleep
In the quietest of moments thoughts are clear and deep
Clear priorities take precedence under darkened skies
Time to discard all petty incidental things and those damned lies
Best time of the day is when the whole World is asleep.

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Saturday, 1 August 2009

Perfect Relationship....



Perfect Relationship

I'm not naive to think there is a perfect relationship
But what is there to want, when all I really need
Is someone, anyone, who can understand me
Communicate, share honestly and openly
And of course, Love unconditionally.


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Father & Daughter/Father and Son

If you ever leap awake
In the mirror of a bad dream
And for a fraction of a second
You can't remember where you are
Just open your window
And follow your memory upstream
To the meadow in the mountain
Where we counted every falling star

I believe the light that shines on you
Will shine on you forever
And though I can't guarantee
There's nothing scary hiding under your bed
I’m gonna stand guard
Like a postcard of a Golden Retriever
And never leave till I leave you
With a sweet dream in your head

I'm gonna watch you shine
Gonna watch you grow
Gonna paint a sign
So you'll always know
As long as one and one is two
There could never be a father
Who loved his daughter more than I love you

Trust your intuition
It's just like going fishing
You cast your line
And hope you'll get a bite
But you don't need to waste your time
Worrying about the market place
Try to help the human race
Struggling to survive its harshest night

I'm gonna watch you shine
Gonna watch you grow
Gonna paint a sign
So you'll always know
As long as one and one is two
There could never be a father
Who loved his daughter more than I love you

I'm gonna watch you shine
Gonna watch you grow
Gonna paint a sign
So you'll always know
As long as one and one is two
There could never be a father
Who loved his daughter more than I love you

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Father
It's not time to make a change,
Just relax, take it easy.
You're still young, that's your fault,
There's so much you have to know.
Find a girl, settle down,
If you want you can marry.
Look at me, I am old, but I'm happy.

I was once like you are now, and I know that it's not easy,
To be calm when you've found something going on.
But take your time, think a lot,
Why, think of everything you've got.
For you will still be here tomorrow, but your dreams may not.

Son
How can I try to explain, when I do he turns away again.
It's always been the same, same old story.
From the moment I could talk I was ordered to listen.
Now there's a way and I know that I have to go away.
I know I have to go.

Father
It's not time to make a change,
Just sit down, take it slowly.
You're still young, that's your fault,
There's so much you have to go through.
Find a girl, settle down,
if you want you can marry.
Look at me, I am old, but I'm happy.
(Son-- Away Away Away, I know I have to
Make this decision alone - no)
Son
All the times that I cried, keeping all the things I knew inside,
It's hard, but it's harder to ignore it.
If they were right, I'd agree, but it's them They know not me.
Now there's a way and I know that I have to go away.
I know I have to go.
(Father-- Stay Stay Stay, Why must you go and
make this decision alone?)


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