Saturday, 14 August 2010
Thursday, 12 August 2010
Cosmic
Tonight if we look to the skies we can see a beautiful meteor shower. Which makes me want to post the following clips...
Wednesday, 28 July 2010
Wednesday, 21 July 2010
The sounds of childhood
Some sounds are typical:
the tinny mechanical rendition of Greensleeves from a distant ice-cream van. (I can almost feel the sticky penny in my hot little hand as I think about sitting on the edge of the kerb waiting for the van to arrive)
Raindrops tumbling heavily onto a windowsill
The school bell
Winds rippling through trees
The silence white world of snow
More specific to my world:
Sunday League football. Our garden bordered onto a 26 acre plot of land with football pitches, cricket pavilion and wooded dell. On Sunday mornings I rose to the sound of footballs being booted and men shouting.
Arguments
Grandma sweeping the garden path
My dad counting money when he was an insurance man
The rumble of a train line
Myself. Singing.
The sound of late night television programmes leaking up from the living room to my bedroom. I once lay on the landing and cried when my babysitter wouldn't let me watch The Sweeney.
Tales of the Unexpected elicited a similar response.
This tune always made me feel like crying...
Schools and colleges programmes are much cooler now than they were at the time.
the tinny mechanical rendition of Greensleeves from a distant ice-cream van. (I can almost feel the sticky penny in my hot little hand as I think about sitting on the edge of the kerb waiting for the van to arrive)
Raindrops tumbling heavily onto a windowsill
The school bell
Winds rippling through trees
The silence white world of snow
More specific to my world:
Sunday League football. Our garden bordered onto a 26 acre plot of land with football pitches, cricket pavilion and wooded dell. On Sunday mornings I rose to the sound of footballs being booted and men shouting.
Arguments
Grandma sweeping the garden path
My dad counting money when he was an insurance man
The rumble of a train line
Myself. Singing.
The sound of late night television programmes leaking up from the living room to my bedroom. I once lay on the landing and cried when my babysitter wouldn't let me watch The Sweeney.
Tales of the Unexpected elicited a similar response.
This tune always made me feel like crying...
Schools and colleges programmes are much cooler now than they were at the time.
Wednesday, 14 July 2010
Organazized
That day has arrived. Like Travis Bickle, I'm on a quest for clarity, simplicity and order where there's now nothing but sprawling chaos.
I have already cleared my spare* room and am currently sifting through paperwork, some of which is 10 years old and has been extraneous to my needs for at least 5 of those. Why do we keep stuff? Why do i find it so hard to let go of a bus ticket from 1985? I know that if I don't excise the surplus I will end up like Mr Trebus.
Anyway, I know that this blog posting is my little avoidance technique for today. So, back to it.
And when my paperwork is up-to-date....my computer folders really need work.
Then....my desk.
*junk
Tuesday, 1 June 2010
In between things
By the time Pearl stirred from her slumber, darkness had descended into the motel room and through the grubby fingerprinted windows a large Harvest moon drooped heavily at the end of the street. It was so low to the earth it looked like they were going to collide in the night.
Wednesday, 26 May 2010
In the beginning....
Chapter 1 – Field Song
Hazel ran ahead through the rippling high meadow grass, her body long like the dark shadows the gentle sun burnt into things. It was one of those lovely autumnal days that one clung onto, in the knowledge that winter was just a cold breath away. It would not be long before these rolling green ocean fields would be stilled by the cool season. The green swards and wildflower stems that now lashed Hazel’s legs like untied shoelaces would soon sleep quiet underneath, first mist, then frost.
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