Monday, 20 January 2014

The Things We Say

After a long hiatus I am returning to my blogs...some of these are old poems of mine, some just musings and some may even be real. Well today I would like to talk about how we see ourselves in our kids and realise that our parents were not really crazy after all.

My lad, Evan, is eleven years old and like me he can get absorbed in detail and be totally oblivious to reality. I find myself chirping obvious lines to him like, "shoes, on your feet", don't forget your coat, it is in the coat cupboard!" Suddenly this morning I realised why my mother used to state things to me that were so obvious. The funniest was that she would ask what I wanted and I would reply, "just come down for a glass of water", she would then invariably say "it's in the tap!"
My Mam and Dad just before they got even older!

Monday, 26 March 2012

Evolution of the Mannequin; An Observation

I'd just like to say a few words about something that I find possibly worth investigating. Have you noticed that over the last 30 years female mannequins have developed nipples?

I remember in the 1970's nipple free mannequins (see opposite, also missing an arm for some reason). Now, what I want to know is, is there a secret reason for this? Although I have never seen a pregnant mannequin - no doubt there are a few out there - perhaps these ladies have taken to nursing their young. But then nowadays there seems to be far less child mannequins in department stores thatn there were at one time.

So, questions, mannequins suckle their young? Where do they hide all the child mannequins of yesteryear? Or is the nipple an aid to the retailer when looking to somewhere to temporarily suspend a clothes-hanger?

Whatever next?

Thursday, 22 March 2012



her eyes weren't on her feet
they were still beneath her hair
she claimed a mis-beguiling air
as she rolled past in that chair
as she sailed past in that chair

framed by the sharp stillness
then they were suddenly there
plumping the bubble with throat-filling care
which blew past with that chair
then curled past with that chair

and I swear I saw her standing
saw a firmness in her stare
courage to show she was aware
as she walked past in that chair
as she walked past in that chair

Thursday, 10 March 2011

Eczema Boy and the Creams of Smoothity

Just thought I'd list all the different creams prescribed and non-prescribed that our son (8 yrs) has had since birth for his eczema...


Dermol 500
Dermol 600
Dermol Cream

slightly more potent
betnovate cream and ointment
nerisone cream, ointment
betnovate c
fucidin H


People who know me know I forget a lot...this list is not complete...I could also add the anti-histamine syrups and the oral antibiotics but I've had enough...

Anyway, if sometimes Me, Helen or Evan look a bit drawn and tired it could be something to do with the application of these things...we all find it hard but particularly of course Evan, my son...In some ways we joke that he wimps out of things but with what he has to put up with I think he is a very brave lad indeed!!

Tuesday, 8 March 2011

Eclectically yours

I've decided this thing (blog) is going to be eclectic like me. I'm going to put reviews of films you may not have seen on and also comment on the media and the news. I might still throw in one of my old poems and absolutely anything else i think of. Pictured above is my son's closest friend Floppy when he was on holiday in Tenerife.

Monday, 13 December 2010

I'm EBAYING XBOX 360 games!

Hello all. I have descended into the world of mammon and am now an EBAYER. I am buying and selling used Xbox 360 Games as well as DVD's on Ebay. It's good fun and I make a little profit. I will put a little link up soon. As it is, right now I can't sell until the New Year as I have used up my ebay newbie allocation, but if you know me and want to get rid of some movies or games feel free to get in touch.

Anyhow, it is good therapy for

Thursday, 8 October 2009

National Poetry Day

Today is "National Poetry Day" and a theme for today is Heroes and Heroines. A hero of mine is the poet and author Thomas Hardy. I wrote this short poem about him.

Thomas Hardy

Thomas Hardy
Cider and Ale
Summer Winter
Sunset and Gale

Man of letters
Darkling Thrush
Schoolteacher crush

Shorn of Emma
Seeking her ghost
Trudging homeward
Wafer thin toast

Stone-bred mason
Critics pet hate
Jude then Obscured
Novelist's Fate

Dorset's dreamer
Touching nature's
Urge to frolic

Poet's Corner
Funeral Cart
Wessex Pastures
Grow from his Heart