Be Yourself, Be Positive.

Be true to yourself.

With a half full glass.

Never get worried if you ain’t got enough brass.

Write it down and say it loud.

Always remember you’re uniquely individual, be proud.

Never become just one of the crowd.

Challenge yourself every day however small.

So tomorrow you can hold your head up and walk tall.

My thoughts are sat on a comfy Sofa #2

For my thoughts to be productive, profound and distinctive I have provided a relaxing comfy sofa in my mind for my thoughts to sit and contemplate.

Go on then thoughts how significant am I. Having just watched Brian Cox’s Adventures in space and time, being informed about or recent past exploration into space, must make you think? Man landing on the Moon and our plans for man to go to Mars while my thoughts are sat on the sofa I have provided. So thoughts, how significant or insignificant am I?

That’s a good question. But, I need more context than just a TV program. Your comparing something that’s so vast with limited information about it with my consciousness. I think therefore I am, or the original “je pense, donc je suis”, in French, by the philosopher René Descartes or the Latin “Cogito, ergo sum”.

So I’m thinking so I exist and you know I exist. So that’s significant, even though I can’t be seen by anyone even you. You know I exist because you’ve asked a question and I’m pondering the reply. No one can see me not even you. Yet, I exist just as the moon in the night sky, Mars and the vast array of specks of light in the universe. Those specks we call stars have their own planets and each plant may or may not have signs of life. Even if that life is on a subatomic level or single cell level, life may probably exist. That’s something we can’t see but we know from science and human understanding they may exist. Well yes, Mars is a little less obvious than the moon when looking with the naked eye, but if you know what you’re looking for and where and when to look you’ll see it.

Remember the film “Miracle on 34th street”, and the judges summing up about the American Dollar and “in god we trust”. Again, we are trusting in the existence of something we cannot see, so you should trust in me.

I exist and I express myself in the form of your written or spoken words, with you being the conduit and medium in which I deliver my expressions of being. Without me you wouldn’t be able to compute a response based on your inner knowledge and life experiences. My existence in your mind, here on my sofa, is without doubt. I am significant. I know I exist therefore I am.

No doubt you want me to compare you with the vastness of space and the cosmos from one end of the outer reaches of existence to the other side of the far depths of infinity. Or has Buzz Lightyear would say “to infinity and beyond”. But like l’ve just told you we exist. I exist and as far as I know what you and I believe to be the expanse of space may just be a construct of your thoughts and imagination. (What a minute that’s my job, he he). After all, the centre of the universe is here sat on this sofa. Not that it’s a very comfy sofa, next time please consult me so you get the right one!

I only asked a perplexing question that has baffled and confused many from philosophers, astrophysicists to the man in the pub. My thoughts ramble on and give me a non answer, or rather a very convoluted self-deprecating opinion. I wanted deep meaningful discussion. Maybe next time I need to ask a less contentious question.

Go on ask your thoughts the same question. I hope you get a more desirable answer.

My thoughts are sat on a comfy Sofa #1

For my thoughts to be productive, profound and distinctive I have provided a relaxing comfy sofa in my mind for my thoughts to sit and contemplate.

Today it’s pondering why it’s been given a sofa. Normally it roams around crashing into my skull perplexed at life and the world around me. Why it can’t just take a seat and chill instead of giving me reasons, opinions, criticism and it’s normal almost belligerent dialogue, I didn’t know.

Then, once I realised it had been active and self opinionated for decades, it became apparent that I had quite a task ahead of me in controlling it. Then again I had to ask myself why I wanted to control it? How could I ask such a question when the question would be aimed at it, about it? Would it be responsive to such a question? Could it remain impartial and objective about itself, giving an independent opinion for something it’s not independent from in the first place? Such a conundrum.

The sofa I hoped would take the hard edge off my thoughts. I had hoped that removal from its virtual soap box would bring a sense of serenity. A time for reflection, with a considered experienced view replacing the usual quick ill thought out responses should be reachable. A less critical and a more understanding approach to assimilating wise views was my perceived intention.
What I didn’t want was for my thoughts to be so laid back and relaxed that it would kill, independent views and well considered thought out answers making me look inconsistent and uncaring. Come to think of it, maybe an exercise bike would have been a better idea.
Well let’s just see what happens.

To be continued…….


To be free
Free spirit
Freedom of speech
Free to be me
Freedom to love
Freedom to dream
Dream to be free
Freedom to believe
Faith in freedom
Free from lockdown
Free from the pandemic
Freedom for the world to live in peace

“Those who deny freedom to others deserve it not for themselves.” Abraham Lincoln.

“Money won’t create success, the freedom to make it will.” – Nelson Mandela

“Freedom consists not in doing what we like, but in having the right to do what we ought.” – Pope John Paul II

“Just living is not enough… one must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower.” – Hans Christian Andersen

“Freedom is the open window through which pours the sunlight of the human spirit and human dignity.” – Herbert Hoover

“They may take away our lives, but they’ll never take our freedom!” – Braveheart-William Wallace





As it been that long?

It’s here it’s arrived
I’ve been waiting so long

It’s refreshingly warm
I’ve never needed it more

It’s embracingly good
I’ve craved it’s tightness

It’s something I’ve missed
I’ve never forgotten it’s feel

It’s emotionally uplifting
I’ve missed it so much

It’s a great big loving hug
I’ve now got access to the family I love.

Drawing a coal fire

That’s not how you do it. She’s doing it wrong. We had a poker/rake that you stood in the middle on the front of the grate. It was a long steel poker with a rounded hook on the top and a flat bar at the base to use for raking out the ashes from under the fire hearth. The Rake top would be resting just above the fire opening so that the centre of the Yorkshire Post newspaper (broadsheet) was protected from being sucked in when the fire caught hold. The paper would assist air being drawn in at the bottom of the fire grate to getting the fire going. You had to keep a close eye of the paper, if it started to go brown you had to be quick to remove it before it caught fire. I can still remember the smell of the paper as it started scotching. Much more fun that turning up the thermostat.

Poem a poet wrote.

I read a poem a poet wrote
I think I’m in his head.
Not knowing why he selected each word or why they go together.
What was the reason for the poem and why did you write it so. I cannot connect, but I wonder why and try and try and try.
What meaning is there in this poem you’ve written? Is it the sound of the words that make it so, or does it reflect the way your mind works.
Should I dissect and analyse? Are you telling the truth or are your words just lies.
Shall I get inside the poets head and rummage around for a while. Shall o read his poem in his rustic local dialect, because I’ve heard him speak out loud.
His voice I hear mimicked inside my head. Have I jumped out from his, and now he’s in my head instead.
Thinking aloud I sometimes digress, for his poetry I really need to digest.

Shall I read his work to my own rules and inspiration, then it will be like he’s talking to me; bugger the rest of the nation.

Train of thought:

Get on a train, get on a train
But I don’t want to go, I don’t want to go.
Get on a train, get on a train.
How much does it cost, does it cost?
Diddly-squat, diddly-squat, diddly-squat.
Get in the train, get on the train,
But where does it go, where does it go?
Barnsley I think, Barnsley I think.
Get in the train, get on the train.
Get on the bus, get on the bus.
You said train, you said train?

Oops lost my train of thought.
Just get yourself to Barnsley lad.

Was it for this… spot of time.

To celebrate the 250th anniversary of the birth of Williams Wordsworth I’ve written my own spot of time. Not written about the Lake District but in homage from an industrial mining town as the backdrop.

The scuffed knees,
chapped hands from the cold
Climbing and scrambling up trees
My mother did scold.
Those terrace streets harder and more desolate than the Cumbrian hills.
But they were our escarpments our rivers, our dales.
Playing out in all weathers made us hard as nails.
The delivered coal on the path so neat
Safety in numbers as we played in the street.
Our soot filled lungs didn’t stop the laughing. We knew we’d get clean in the old tin bath.
Hardship was an illusion, we had what we had. My imagination did flurry in scribbles, In my old note book.
My experiences made me a considerate man. Protecting the environment whenever I can.
No paper required to relay my passion
For today I write electronically it’s the new fashion.
Don’t discard those memories of old
Of the childhood you had and enjoyed
It’s not a case of reminiscing, remember
You are the man, because of who you were as a boy.

Na/GloPoWriMo : Walk, a necessary risk??

A walk
A gentle relaxing walk
Taking the air
Exercising the lungs and body
A stress free amble to invigorate the mind
Free to go where you want
In the neighbourhood where you live.

It’s like walking alone as a little child
Crossing over when someone else is in front of you
Being scared of bumping into anyone
An irrational fear, yet at all cost you have to avoid them
Even in a playing field you change your route
Avoiding that dog walker or that dog will certainly bite you
I have a corner to traverse
But I can’t see around it
Someone may be coming
I might walk into them
We may touch
That can’t happen
I tentatively take a look
It’s clear free to go
But there’s three more corners before I get home
My heightened fear makes my pulse race
I’ve got to get home, the danger is great
It’s not due to bullies
Or those kids being bigger than me
It’s Covid-19 that’s making me fret
I’ve thankfully got home
The walk was 3 minutes 47 seconds long
I kept away from them
They all kept away from me
Keep apart, keep safe and stay home
When we’re free of this bug
We’ll then be free to roam
Till then stay at home.

Keep safe, keep healthy and keep supporting our NHS.

No matter where you are in the world, compassion and respect for others and doing what’s right is what will get us through this.
This is a war against the virus and with our health systems and workers, well we can certainly say “Never before in healthcare is so much owed by so many to so few.” Respect your health workers guys we owe them.

We can beat this.