Friday, March 30
whoops...is not me
I only look stupid....no dear anonymus writer I will stick to working behind the camera......
Tuesday, March 27
Thursday, March 22
Monday, March 19
Friday, March 16
Tuesday, March 13
Trying to keep up………………The MAÑANA project.
The sun really is beating down on my island paradise, bringing out the fruit flies…...and time for a little reflection, a little more catharsis.
Dear me, looking back? Never….for all you doubters in London ….I won’t return, in fact the only place you will find me will be here…(and then, only if you want to)…do you want?
Today is the first time I have really considered my working life and the signalling centre….which effectively was my life. It was sparked off by an email from a friend…..and yes you were the only good thing about working through the day….you know who you are.
But Clare will always be numero uno….the long distance love is strange, stranger still I think it suits us both. She saved me, or did we save each other? Es una pregunta….pero yo no tengo la respuesta, quizas los angeles la tienen?.
Of course I was helped more than a little along the way….take a bow Mr Wapshott, I will never forget you. And then there was Richard Morant……..a real gent who did not get the respect he deserved.
There are of course others….too many to mention? That is another question for the angels….or maybe Saint Peter….do you think he will let me in? On a day which I know is coming ever closer, but this is Spain….thus it won’t be today, however quite possibly mañana..
Yes Mother Victoria, I did love you, but you no longer loved me back…….it was an emotion that had become unrequited.
And I need to be loved.
Thank you Clare.
.
Dear me, looking back? Never….for all you doubters in London ….I won’t return, in fact the only place you will find me will be here…(and then, only if you want to)…do you want?
Today is the first time I have really considered my working life and the signalling centre….which effectively was my life. It was sparked off by an email from a friend…..and yes you were the only good thing about working through the day….you know who you are.
But Clare will always be numero uno….the long distance love is strange, stranger still I think it suits us both. She saved me, or did we save each other? Es una pregunta….pero yo no tengo la respuesta, quizas los angeles la tienen?.
Of course I was helped more than a little along the way….take a bow Mr Wapshott, I will never forget you. And then there was Richard Morant……..a real gent who did not get the respect he deserved.
There are of course others….too many to mention? That is another question for the angels….or maybe Saint Peter….do you think he will let me in? On a day which I know is coming ever closer, but this is Spain….thus it won’t be today, however quite possibly mañana..
Yes Mother Victoria, I did love you, but you no longer loved me back…….it was an emotion that had become unrequited.
And I need to be loved.
Thank you Clare.
.
Monday, March 12
Wednesday, March 7
Don't forget the suncream.....
So this was it…..he was on his sun kissed island ….could it get any better? The concerns caused by money grabbing lawyers whose interest in the truth was questionable to say the least had been left behind in freezing London.
The bitterness was, at times, all consuming, but why? The philosophical side of his internal debate took the floor,why the bad after taste? You have escaped, left it behind, the angst was now firmly planted in the court of the enemy. Young gf would regularly visit and the life plan would continue to be discussed.
In the meantime he would simply chill. , half hearted attempts to get a job were underway, and work after a fashion did seem a possibility, but the island was quiet just now…. better opportunity lay ahead in the summer., and what a summer it promised to be. This was what he had worked toward all those years, suffering the fools, for there had been more than a few, their beaurocratic fantasy world taking over as foolish privatisation swung one way then another. Consideration was still being given to lifting the lid…. be aware.
But privately, questions had to be considered, was he going to live out his days here? Or would travel as promised eventually arrive. The Americas were calling…. Australia and that side of the world…. too many places and not enough time? Flying was not fun to an individual who would rather keep his feet on the floor of life…oh of course the ship could sink but more a chance of survival? There was always a grim humour as the trolley dollies went through the motions of their safety safety dance which invariably began with “In the unlikely event of…….” In the unlikely event we would all be going to heaven, hell or the bottom of whichever ocean we ditched upon.Get real. This is your chaplain speaking.
Don’t forget the sun cream.
The bitterness was, at times, all consuming, but why? The philosophical side of his internal debate took the floor,why the bad after taste? You have escaped, left it behind, the angst was now firmly planted in the court of the enemy. Young gf would regularly visit and the life plan would continue to be discussed.
In the meantime he would simply chill. , half hearted attempts to get a job were underway, and work after a fashion did seem a possibility, but the island was quiet just now…. better opportunity lay ahead in the summer., and what a summer it promised to be. This was what he had worked toward all those years, suffering the fools, for there had been more than a few, their beaurocratic fantasy world taking over as foolish privatisation swung one way then another. Consideration was still being given to lifting the lid…. be aware.
But privately, questions had to be considered, was he going to live out his days here? Or would travel as promised eventually arrive. The Americas were calling…. Australia and that side of the world…. too many places and not enough time? Flying was not fun to an individual who would rather keep his feet on the floor of life…oh of course the ship could sink but more a chance of survival? There was always a grim humour as the trolley dollies went through the motions of their safety safety dance which invariably began with “In the unlikely event of…….” In the unlikely event we would all be going to heaven, hell or the bottom of whichever ocean we ditched upon.Get real. This is your chaplain speaking.
Don’t forget the sun cream.
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