My thoughts are sat on a comfy Sofa #3

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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.

Well thoughts, what’s your views on our recent trip to the theatre?

Like a slap in the face!

Oh, that’s not the comment I was expecting.

Why ask if you know what comments I’m going to make? Maybe your not reading it in the context that I’ve spoken it in?

Sorry excuse me for speaking!

I will expand. After nearly 2 years of being away from seeing a live performance in the theatre, why would it not be like a slap in the face?
From stepping over the threshold, buying merch, and walking along the corridor into the auditorium, every moment was an adrenaline rush. Back in the place where so many emotions and feelings are generated. Imagination, stories and musical extravaganzas that enthralled the theatre’s audience for over 140 years. I know it makes the 15 month break from actors, musicians, singers, dancers, comedians and entertainers treading the boards performing for our delight seem like a little blip.
In a way, being back was like a childhood Christmas. As a child a year was a long time so the anticipation of the big mans arrival built over several weeks. You knew you were in for a real treat. It was not just want you would find under the wrapping paper but the whole showmanship of an event that for us lasted the whole day. That’s how it affected me walking into the theatre. Taking my seat with the rest of the eager audience. Yes it was socially distanced with every other seat empty reducing the capacity to 50%, but what an audience. What they lacked in numbers they made up with exuberance. Faces hidden behind masks or just the backs of heads in view yet the sense of a happy smiling joyful crowd was all to evident. The auditorium buzzed. Then again we are talking Leeds Grand Theatre and Opera House and it’s notorious audiences that give praise and adulation to quality theatre but don’t hold back when they don’t like what they’ve paid good money for.
Oh and what a performance to choose to go back too. Well when I say choose, that was done around two years ago with the pandemic adding numerous postponements.
“SIX the musical”, retelling the the demise of Henry VIII’s 6 wives through song. A powerful account of the six queens and their relationship with the king.
You wouldn’t expect it to be thought provoking and emotional, yet the opening salvo was explosive. Each queen with a heavy beat and active lighting introduced themselves with the word of that define them. A gap between and each queen being lit separately added drama.

“Divorce”, “Beheaded”, “Died”, “Divorce”, “Beheaded”, “Survived”.

It was like a Tudor mini royal pandemic. I could almost hear,

“Ventilator”, “Shielded”, “Died”, Ventilator”, “Shielded”, “Survived”.

To me it was a chant of hope from adversity on different levels. The six queens giving a courageous account in an uplifting defiant musical rendition that got the audience involved. The adrenaline from being back in a theatre to see, listen and feel a show with an enthusiastic crowd and that hope that life was and is firmly on the road to recovery.
That message from the six queens that adversity, despair and isolation in their marriage can be overcome by being together as “SIX”.
What a way to rejoice in the return of live theatre with an audience that buzzed and got involved with the performance and actors who drunk in that adrenaline to make everyone in that theatre feel alive, reciprocating in in their performance.

And to top it all off an extra announcement at the end of the show, that we thought was just to thank the audience or some serious announcement was in fact a proposal to the actor playing Anne Boleyn from her boyfriend making the announcement. (Which we wish them a happy future together). Wow what an uplifting amazing return to live theatre. From front of house, back stage, on stage and audience to say the whole theatre rocked would be an understatement.
Let’s hope this is the start of revival of the live arts. I’m ready for more.

So I can say the performance rocked me to the core and back.

Let’s just say, my sofa became the London Palladium, the Hollywood Bowl, Woodstock and Glastonbury all rolled into one. Life is back.

See I knew that sofa would be a hit.

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.