My father, departs at seven,
Swallowed be my game,
Thy swings be brung,
They will get done,
On earth as they are in the brochure.
Send me this day to wailing bed,
And give me these (WWE Wrestling) guest passes,
As you get those guest passes from work.
And lead me now unto the Playstation,
But deliver me Resident Evil.
So then you bring them, the passes and signed photo of Nicky Shorey, for ever and ever. Charmin'.
Monday, 12 January 2009
Sunday, 11 January 2009
Rents for rent
It's a sad day in a life
When you finally wave
Goodbye to your Mum
Who tells you, "Behave"
You're out on a limb
Without cash or cooked dinners
You buy your own own cupboards
And paint, and paint thinners
On days dark as charcoal
There might be a whoppin'
Great bill for the 'leccy
So Dad'll get the big shop in
There's no time and no place
That a child won't be leaning
On the olds, they'll still visit
And start with the cleaning
So never despair
When your weekdays are spent in
Now you're strictly a grown up
With your mates, you're all renting
When the mornings are woken
By alarms on your phone
It's a sign of the day when
You finally left home.
When you finally wave
Goodbye to your Mum
Who tells you, "Behave"
You're out on a limb
Without cash or cooked dinners
You buy your own own cupboards
And paint, and paint thinners
On days dark as charcoal
There might be a whoppin'
Great bill for the 'leccy
So Dad'll get the big shop in
There's no time and no place
That a child won't be leaning
On the olds, they'll still visit
And start with the cleaning
So never despair
When your weekdays are spent in
Now you're strictly a grown up
With your mates, you're all renting
When the mornings are woken
By alarms on your phone
It's a sign of the day when
You finally left home.
Saturday, 10 January 2009
Down Occupation Road
An old game of two halves, but it's not funny,
Thick ears and bruised eyes, no striker craving money,
A pint of Yorkshire bitter, a quid and some change out of pocket
Changing rooms full of valuables still intact, even though I forgot to lock it.
An icy canvas for magicians to play, a brisk wind to chill a spectator,
A ref who's not blind, or an 'f' word, or 'c', and a captain who's not a dictator,
An hour plus one third, and the finish is beckoned,
One minute we're enemies, but not bad blokes we then reckoned.
Pie and chips with the boys, once we're back and all showered,
More ale and some whiskey, watch the Saints overpowered,
Bad backs, sore heads, and a knee gone to bugger,
But it's all part and parcel, of a day at the rugger.
Monday, 8 December 2008
Power of the Media
..or not, as the case may be. In my jobless state, I have inevitably been drawn into daytime television such as Jeremy Kyle and The Wright Stuff. It's part of the territory, between sending CVs, telephoning potential employers and half-hearted attempts at exercise that I would succumb to morning discussion programmes.
Today's show included a segment about Pablo the Drug Mule Dog.It all seems a bit childish to me, and I don't see it reaching 16-25 year olds, as the government advertised. Some valid points were made about shock tactics. In my opinion, this age group are all aware of the dangers of drugs, and have made a conscious and educated decision on whether to take them or not. The problem is in the more formative years, namely primary schools.
The drugs issue didn't exist for me at school until at least 14 years old. That was when I first heard about people smoking joints or, in more extreme cases, taking ecstasy. I didn't have a clue about it all, I hadn't even heard of most of the words being banded around at lunch time. If people know about it before that, then maybe, by the time they start to come across the real thing, they have more sense to say no.
Public service ads are outdated. They are from a time when television dictated the way we live. Nowadays, there are too many forms of media for television to hold any sway any more. People see, hear and digest media at too high a level to take notice of flashing pictures and grabbing music.
Go back to first hand experience. Police in schools, teachers and, to a higher extent parents tackling the issues with their children. It's about time parents took a bit of responsibility back, and then maybe their children will start to listen.
Today's show included a segment about Pablo the Drug Mule Dog.It all seems a bit childish to me, and I don't see it reaching 16-25 year olds, as the government advertised. Some valid points were made about shock tactics. In my opinion, this age group are all aware of the dangers of drugs, and have made a conscious and educated decision on whether to take them or not. The problem is in the more formative years, namely primary schools.
The drugs issue didn't exist for me at school until at least 14 years old. That was when I first heard about people smoking joints or, in more extreme cases, taking ecstasy. I didn't have a clue about it all, I hadn't even heard of most of the words being banded around at lunch time. If people know about it before that, then maybe, by the time they start to come across the real thing, they have more sense to say no.
Public service ads are outdated. They are from a time when television dictated the way we live. Nowadays, there are too many forms of media for television to hold any sway any more. People see, hear and digest media at too high a level to take notice of flashing pictures and grabbing music.
Go back to first hand experience. Police in schools, teachers and, to a higher extent parents tackling the issues with their children. It's about time parents took a bit of responsibility back, and then maybe their children will start to listen.
Tuesday, 2 December 2008
Return to the grind
This entry has been a long time coming. A persistent run of bad technological luck, coupled with a busy few months, and then some recuperation, has meant that this blog had to be put on hold for a bit - but I'm back, fresh and ready to rant!
Since the last few entries, I have accumulated five years' worth of travel experience. Compressed into three weeks, a tour South from Vancouver, to Seattle, Portland, San Francisco and Los Angeles, has yet again opened my eyes to the merits of the United States as an existence. A lot can be made of the global view of the Americans, but my forthright and, admittedly, proud British opinion has changed from meeting incredibly educated and friendly people south of the border.
I incorporated all the sights you would expect. From Seattle, the Space Needle and Pike Market; Portland showcased Portlandia, the world's second largest copper-hammered statue; San Francisco was bustling with culture, Alcatraz and the Golden Gate Bridge; and of course LA was studded with glitter, diamantes and even their real, expensive cousins.
Back in England I'm on the job search. I've been rebuilding bridges that over the year had become slight woodworm-eaten. I've had to reconnect some social wires and reacquaint myself with some typical English idiosyncrasies. Some are a delight to return to, others are a pain in the rear.
The recession and massive national debt seem on a mission to cripple the advances of my fledgling career, but perseverance and friendships are my weapons. Lack of lending and high interest rates are a bane, but defiance I have in abundance, and at least the Internet still has glorious games like www.stickcricket.com. This keeps me sane in between brain-wasting application forms.
It is a tired, weary brain and fingers that have created this entry. More jobs on the list, more telephone numbers to call, more hopeful glances at my own, optimistically anticipating £22k + exc. ben. Fingers crossed!
Since the last few entries, I have accumulated five years' worth of travel experience. Compressed into three weeks, a tour South from Vancouver, to Seattle, Portland, San Francisco and Los Angeles, has yet again opened my eyes to the merits of the United States as an existence. A lot can be made of the global view of the Americans, but my forthright and, admittedly, proud British opinion has changed from meeting incredibly educated and friendly people south of the border.
I incorporated all the sights you would expect. From Seattle, the Space Needle and Pike Market; Portland showcased Portlandia, the world's second largest copper-hammered statue; San Francisco was bustling with culture, Alcatraz and the Golden Gate Bridge; and of course LA was studded with glitter, diamantes and even their real, expensive cousins.
Back in England I'm on the job search. I've been rebuilding bridges that over the year had become slight woodworm-eaten. I've had to reconnect some social wires and reacquaint myself with some typical English idiosyncrasies. Some are a delight to return to, others are a pain in the rear.
The recession and massive national debt seem on a mission to cripple the advances of my fledgling career, but perseverance and friendships are my weapons. Lack of lending and high interest rates are a bane, but defiance I have in abundance, and at least the Internet still has glorious games like www.stickcricket.com. This keeps me sane in between brain-wasting application forms.
It is a tired, weary brain and fingers that have created this entry. More jobs on the list, more telephone numbers to call, more hopeful glances at my own, optimistically anticipating £22k + exc. ben. Fingers crossed!
Tuesday, 16 September 2008
Leap of faith
Like tourists on Broadway,
The wind rushes by,
Like a stone,
A human will fly.
Like vines on a wall,
The fields will grow,
Like a rocket,
A human won't slow.
Like strobes at a disco,
My mind sees my youth,
Like epiphanies,
I plummet to the truth.
Like stoppage time,
The minutes are too long,
Like a cuckoo,
I fly where I don't belong.
Like cotton wool,
The clouds pass my ears,
Like the final bend,
My finish nears.
Like the operation room,
Cloth offers survival,
A parachute, a jump,
An emotional revival.
Wednesday, 27 August 2008
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