Saturday, 15 July 2017

In and around sunny Morecambe this weekend.

So.....what is happening this weekend in sunny Morecambe?  (Okay, it's not sunny at the moment, but at least the rain has stopped now.)
There's a local friendly football match, or warm up match.  It's Morecambe versus Lancaster City, they're not in the same league, but the takings are going to two local charities, it's not just football, there's a "fun" day going on too. There's the West End Festival in Regent Park, but I expect that the rain might have put a damper on it.  There's Modfest, with a SKA line up at the Winter Gardens tonight.  Viking festival in Heysham over the weekend, AND......... Jump Rush has opened behind the Winter Gardens today.
All great stuff, but why didn't they publicise the opening of Jump Rush more?
Now......I hear you all asking what Jump Rush is?
It's an indoor trampoline park.  Although when I walked past earlier, there seemed to be plenty of people going in and out, so maybe it was publicised in local schools.
Anyway, it looks like Morecambe is looking up.

Sunday, 11 June 2017

Live in Hope

When I was young my parents had a saying, if all looked bleak.  "Well, we can always live in hope."
To many people this is just a phrase, but if you live in a certain part of the country, it has a wry twist to not far from where we lived there were at least two villages called Hope, and I imagined that we would move there to live and everything would be okay for the rest of our lives.

Tuesday, 28 March 2017

The first step!

To be an established writer, you need to write.  Regularly, daily and if at all possible, hit a target number of words.

Well, I don't know how many copies of my poetry have sold, other than two.....and one of those was to my daughter.
Why didn't she read the poems sooner, I hear you ask?
Because some of them deal with how I was feeling as an adult, and she as a child -then- might not understand my viewpoint.
The upshot of this musing is that I must try to write more often.....and with the warmer weather conditions approaching, I just might have the inspiration a few yards from my door.

Saturday, 14 January 2017

Stupid questions

Why do reporters ask stupid questions?
On the local news the reporter asked Jeremy Corbyn if he was expecting any more surprise resignations......
***Hands reporter a dictionary opened at Su***
Surprise, in short means that the event, action, etc, is NOT if Jeremy Corbyn knew of any more proposed resignations, they would by definition not be surprise resignations!
How do they get these jobs? And how do they keep them when they ask such stupid questions?

Friday, 6 January 2017

Plans/targets/aims for 2017

If you follow my blog, you'll know that I don't make resolutions, as they are soon broken.  I like to set myself targets/aims, or make plans for the coming year.

This year one of my targets is to gain employment in some shape or form.
Another is to try to ease myself back into writing regularly, last year, I Kindle published a collection of poetry, that used different skills, as I had to prepare the poetry in the correct format.
Trying out different recipes is another that is a regular, but with so many recipes, it's always nice to give something different a try.

I must try to gather presents for Christmas throughout the year, and wrap as I go along, keeping a list of bought presents.

Reading goes without question.

Again this year, try to read a translated book, a classic, a Shakespeare play, and something that I wouldn't normally read.
I think the last, I am probably doing now, as the book I am reading is a romantic type, but not in the normal sense of the word.  In this book the main character is in a new location, she's falling in love with the surroundings, more than a person, and some of her previous preconceptions are being brought into question and either being reconsidered, or discarded.  An interesting book, but not what I usually read, and the strange thing is Angel Raphael features quite strongly in it.

I must also find time to put the various craft ideas brewing in my head, into action.

Saturday, 31 December 2016

Review of 2016

A dreadful year for me, in many ways, but there's been some great points as well.
I managed to hit all my reading aims, I think. I'm slowly edging my way back to writing.
I have Kindle published a collection of my poetry, I have been dipping my toe into making and selling my own items.
I have a gorgeous Maine Coon kitten, who is eleven months old today, he's called Raphael, and is a heavily disguised angel.
I have tried new recipes out, but probably only one per month.

Bad things, :(
I was made compulsory redundant, I had to wave goodbye to Shadow as she crossed the rainbow bridge, several electrical items died, the boiler died, the toilet died. I haven't found a new job yet....

BUT......I'm still here, alive and creaking.  Another year older, maybe a little wiser.

Edwin and Becky are now living together in St Helens, Sam and Lewis have a house, instead of two flats in St Anne's, and Oliver has a lovely girlfriend, who he thinks enough about to have brought her home for Christmas.

Oh! And I met some lovely people who I was only friends online with before.

Not a great year, but some really nice bright stars in the darkness.

Sunday, 25 September 2016

This crazy world we live in.

A week ago, I decided that I'd like pie and chips from the chip shop for my dinner.
One thing caught my eye as I was waiting for my food.
There's a notice on this chip shop door.
"What's so eye catching about that?" I hear you ask.
Well, the notice is actually quite discrete, but what it was saying caught my eye.
It said "We accept...." and then listed the credit/debit cards, and "We DON'T accept...." and a list of unacceptable cards.

Not that strange in most shops, but in a chip shop?
Long gone are the days when buying a "bag of chips" is an impulse buy, and you knew that you'd have enough money on you to buy them.
Could you imagine trying to buy your chips by cheque back in the late 60s, early 70s?
No, me neither.

I think that the existence of this particular sign demonstrates that the world is going crazy.