a star for the future

 

sígueme aquí - soy Poppy

 Soy Poppy, casi calvado tras me operaron...pero es lo que hay. Un poco cabreado pero el escocés me cuida, entonces tengo que vivir con sus reglas. Y eso intento hacer.

en Santa Cruz

 

mensa

 

 

ruidoso bajo los focos

 

Mensajero 1 - 0 El Paso

 

 Ruben

En Miraflores

  mientras en miraflores

Español con errores, a continuación

 

Español con errores, a continuación.

El domingo no estaba al derbi palmero, me fue a Mirca pero no me encontraba bien y por eso regreso a la casa.

Una pena (por mi) Pero créanme, siempre estoy trabajando para entender mejor el mundo de la fotografiá deportista y por lo tanto sacar las mejores imágenes. ¿Quiero ser el mejor? No, solo busco credibilidad con lo que hago, soy perfeccionador. Fotos nítidas, enfoque, con saturación de color correcto es lo que busco.

Siempre.

Todavía no he logrado.

A veces pienso es otro tipo de enfermedad.

Soy el escocés errante, nos vemos en cualquier campo pronto.

Boris and friends celebrate the anniversary of a virus.

Promised myself and you guys that I would desist the political commentary, and that I will attempt to adhere to. But not yet.

However Boris and friends are peddling their rhetoric with a daily news / press conference for the ears of their adoring suplicants.

Yet Germany is worried about a third wave, blaming a British variant.  

From this disaster to another in India, a raging fire in a refugee camp. God bless them, too late really even for even him (or her), 45,000 people displaced, many not for the first time.  

Then a shooting in America, an armed lunatic in a shopping mall in Colorado. Ten people dead? Can you imagine, going to your local shopping centre and never coming home? Who do we thank for the lack of  gun laws...a total of 18 innocent by-standers dead. Mr Trump maybe?

Apart from floods in New South Wales, Australia, 18,000 people had to leave their homes, everything is just great.

 

A Place For Innes?

 Well I appear to have survived day one without FACEBOOK. And someone even noticed, thankyou nursie. Also a remarkable find, well remarkable for me, I wrote a post for my Facebook page yesterday in my adopted language of Spanish, and people in England can read it in their native lingo, without using any type of machine translator, quite something.

So I will continue for now, some in this tongue, and also my stumbling castellano....hope you enjoy. And remember to get in touch as you wish, If you wish ...I hope you wish.  

                                             mantener la distancia por favor

no more facebook?

Thats the plan, for them moment at least. Waste too much time surfing the net, go somewhere and it simply takes you somewhere yo may not want to go, and before you know it, an hour has passed, then another with nothing achieved.

Like now!

I have some content to be added later, concerns social distancing and the almost impossible to implement, at least without the co-operation of the people in the street, your street.

Talk later, but only if you want. whatsapp 0034 608 362 376

  

Sintomas de la cultura.

 

Entro el estadio, con objetivo telefoto, listo como un escopeto , conectado con mi móvil, la radio esta esperando.

Esto el derbi palmero, Tenisca contra Mensajero.

Como cualquier derbi, no importa que equipo esta en forma, es un partido donde cualquier error o lapsus de concentración, puede significar desastre.

La hinchada con sus petardos y banderas, gritan palabrotas, pusieron el arbi y los asitentes bajo mas presión, y por supuesto los jugadores..

Pero espera, más presión, no lo creo.

Cuando entrar a la cancha, los equipos estan sordas a las gradas. Solo pueden oir sus compañeros, o el trio arbitraje, pita ¡falta fuera de fuego, saca de esquina…!

El ambiente volando como los gaviotas, saliendo en el aire..

eso es el derbi palmero.

Lockdown Days.

 

And so another day welds itself to the next, Monday, Tuesday, whatever.

Lock down has passed the level of tolerance, but seems to be the only thing that functions, as we cease to function.

To mask or not to mask, is that the question? Keep your distance, dont stand so close. Tell that to the hordes crushed onto city centre metro, in almost any city centre.

Meanwhile a grim reaper on overtime awaits, as our leaders ignore questions on economy versus health.

Whats the answer Prime Minister? Do you understand the question?

Boris can only wave, offering the waiting cameras that bashfull school boy smile, a moment when he indulges we mere mortals.

But not with answers.

He has no answers.

the wind blew

 

A chill wind of discontent.

Looking over a widening girth, is not my preferred horizon, but after 65 new years, if that's my only concern?

I have few concerns, but, maybe I should have.

It was only months, no weeks, into the virus when one marvellous government suggestion was to stop watching the news., it may be a cause of anxiety.

More Boris buffoonery. Sadly my dictionary suggests there is some humour hidden away in a dark corner, or more concisely, behavior that is ridiculous but amusing. Which would be just dandy if he was not our leader.

His stage is not the comedy channel, quite the opposite.

Perhaps Mr Johnson would fit mmm, let me see, Who wants to be a millionaire?, that jaw dropping 60 minutes of excess which ensured our mis-understanding of the equation, wealth = happiness.

But wait, Boris, you already are.

A buffoon, or a millionaire? I hear you ask.

Both could well be the answer.

Goodnight.

Help Desk.

 

Press one if you only want to listen to some music, press two if you want to hold on forever, and meantime listen to some music.

I am sorry but all our help lines are occupied right now, your call is important to us, but you can listen to some music.

I´m sorry, our help lines are closed for today, but your call is important to us please try again tomorrow.

Would you like to listen to some music?

 

COVID-19

 

Casos en Estados Unidos

Actualizado el 5 de mar. a la(s) 17:54, hora local GMT

total deaths thus far in America – including the last 

                        24 hours - 525.560 + 1.708

Planet wide – 2.572.353 + 8.957

quedate en casa……..

Complacency

 

Complacency.

The wind blew cold among the doubters, fingers frozen, woolen defences like virtual relationships, useless.

A cigarette smoky plume against this colourless backdrop. Shuffling miscreants looking for an advantage before it was too late.

But it was too late.

The clock had ticked on, few paying homage or heed. Hope had sped off, leaving only a backdraft, a carbon smudge on the greasy concrete.

Vaccine strewn and useless among the human detritus.

Complacency was king.

It wont happen in England.

Over 100,000 lost souls disagree.

A sea of indifference

 

Coasting

I was coasting along on indifference, lack of interest, concern, or sympathy, not really being affected by, well, anything.

UNTIL

I fell out with the dentist. Not great when you have ten German fingers, fiddling inside your mouth. Thing is, he is a great surgeon, but having performed on his particular stage of specialty, and sorted out my problemas de bucal, he wants to come back for an encore, which. I feel is not really necessary or indeed what I want.

Open (your wallet) wide, this will hurt a bit.

A bit like private health insurance I had for a short time. During that window of opportunity, I was introduced to co-pagos, where the patient has to pay a percentage of treatment cost, or, wait for it, in some cases 100%. 100%!!!! so what do I have insurance for. Hold that thought, of course, its a business, and that makes everything OK.

So, I still pay tax in good old Blighty. Yet during a clear out I found a letter from HM Government indicating that I was no longer entitled to NHS care, so my tax bill is for what exactly?

Oh goody, I can pay tax in two countries, and yet, that nice Mr Boris has told me my state pension has been postponed until my 66th summer.

Thanks dude.

Sleep well, more moaning tomorrow.