When Will They Ever Learn? #6

When will she ever learn that I will not, repeat not, ever be going to my brother’s house at xmas. Having said that, I would, in certain circumstances, if it made her happy in her last years. The reason it won’t happen is that he is a sanctimonious person who thinks that everyone else should apologise to him whilst he can do and say what he thinks regardless.

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When Will They Ever Learn? #5

The most important thing parents have to do is to raise their children to adults without screwing them up. What happens to children especially those under ten, because that’s the most impressionable age, stays with them for the rest of their lives. Continue reading

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When Will They Ever Learn? #4

When will they learn that repeating a lie over and over again does not make it the truth. In ‘When Will They Ever Learn #1’ I said that one of my grandchildren had called ‘their other grandfather’ pervy. Those were the exact words yet the xDiL is telling her children that I called her father a paedophile and that I am evil.

I suggest that those who distort the facts are the evil one’s and will pay £100 to anyone who can find the word paedophile in ‘When Will They Ever Learn #1’

Oh, and before anyone suggests it, the article is exactly as it was written and has only been edited when I changed PFD to xDiL as a small conciliatory gesture.

It seems to me that she ‘protesteth too much’ and that I have hit a raw nerve. Who knows? It certainly makes one think, doesn’t it? And while we are on this subject what inference can we put on ‘dirty old man’? This is what she was calling me (and telling the children) before I retaliated.

Seems that some people think they can say what they want and we all should just meekly take it. Well, it doesn’t work like that. What she says is, as usual, based on lies. What I say is based on truth as told to me.

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The Existence of Other Dimensions ?

Are there other dimensions? You had better believe there can be other dimensions. Eminent scientists are researching the String Theory or M Theory in which there are purported to be 11 dimensions. They are using huge atom smashers to prove the existence of ‘sparticles’ which are a central point of the string theory. It doesn’t matter too much if they don’t however, because what it does prove is that nothing is written in stone as far as the laws of physics are concerned after all. Continue reading

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How Many Cylinders Are You Firing On?

From the previous posting ‘Are we a six cylinder engine’ how many cylinders are you firing on? Continue reading

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Are We Like A Six Cylinder Engine?

Like a six cylinder engine needs to fire on most cylinders in order to run we need to spark on all or most cylinders in order to have a fulfilled and happy life. A lot of people will not, for one reason or other, for mainly reasons of personality or circumstances be able to fire on all cylinders but will be able to achieve a level of contentment in their life that they find satisfactory. The six cylinder engine would also be able to run albeit, somewhat inefficiently with just four cylinders sparking. Continue reading

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Soul Mate

By the time Bran Caughan was forty five years old he had been married for fifteen years, ten of which in this childless, empty relationship had been the most miserable, lonely existence he could ever have imagined. Not that they hadn’t tried for children in the early days …. the first five years, for instance. No, however hard they tried to go forth and multiply …. as instructed by Moses …. the Caughans came fifth and lost their beer money. Continue reading

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The Clock

The clock sat silently on top of an untidy pile of video tapes. It was a cheap clock …. made in China. With the round pseudo copper case topped with two shiny copper bells it gave the impression that it was a solid, near antique from an era seventy years previously. In those days alarm clocks could be relied upon to awaken the working masses every morning before the light of dawn. This one, however, was not of that genera. It ticked and tocked when it felt like it, and more often than not it didn’t. Continue reading

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About My Fiction

In the 1990’s I found a ’sort of’ creative spark. I found that when so inclined, the muse found me. I went on various courses in order to hone my technique. I wrote short stories, radio plays, TV drama and attended various courses appropriate to the media, usually at the Arvon Foundation centres. I did complete a radio play and submit it to the BBC but it was rejected.

I realised that the chances of being published were ultra slim so I wrote for my own pleasure as long as it gave me pleasure, I gave up when the muse departed. This section is where I will place some of my work. Continue reading

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Nicky: Concrete Boots Are Cool

I said it was a roller coaster ride with Nicky. What follows is something I wrote at the time for a little ‘light relief’ about events that took place on the evening of Nicky’s 46th birthday on 22 February 1996. I ought to point out that at this time were ‘just good friends’ and did not have an intimate relationship. Continue reading

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Nicky: Escape from the Beast of Bodmin

Out of the frying pan, into the fire.

 I arrived back from Ireland on 31st August 1995, having had a very ‘difficult’ holiday with Penny. On checking in at my office, early evening, Paula – my holiday relief manager – briefed me on occurences during the last 2 weeks.

Nicky had been admitted to Flat 2 with her daughter Amy a week ago. Paula then introduced Nicky to me. She was an attractive woman in her mid forties. Blonde hair, engaging smile , about 5′ 4" tall and slim with it. Continue reading

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Penny#2: Bad Penny Trip Around Ireland

Penny came back into my life as a ‘friend’. After several months of not seeing her she popped up out of the blue or perhaps it was something to do with setting up a community. We were all into that concept at the time. 

I told her I was going on holiday in my bus and she asked if she could come as she could do with a holiday. I agreed and she persuaded me to go to Ireland. She said she would pay half of the ferry fare, she didn’t have much money and really couldn’t afford much else. I didn’t mind because if I was going somewhere anyway I would have been paying the cost of diesel etc anyway. Continue reading

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Penny#1: Away With The Fairies

I was manager of the homeless hostel and the committee thought I ought to go in for councelling training. I was one day a week so it was a break from the mainly drug crazed hostel residents. They also had Catherine counsel me on a weekly basis.

I supposed it helped me to let off steam, so to speak, mainly about the ever so middle class committee members. Catherine invited me to a party where those involved in counselling, teaching or training, would be in attendance.

It was on this occasion in 1994 when I met Penny who was also training to be a counseller. Penny who was in her mid forties was attractive and slim and shorter than me – all the attributes that may be attractive to me. Continue reading

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When Will They Ever Learn? #3

The most important thing parents have to do is to raise their children to adults without screwing them up. What happens to children especially those under ten, because that’s the most impressionable age, stays with them for the rest of their lives. Continue reading

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When Will They Ever Learn? #2

My father had two brothers and one day way back in the mists of time there was a fall out. His middle brother fell out with the eldest and from that day on there was no contact between them or their mother. I had cousins that I never knew about and always regretted that because our family was not very big and I had no other cousins. I always thought that family feuds like this are silly and should be solved, until now.

My brother David is ten years younger than me and he fell out with both myself and my son four or five years ago over very little indeed. Continue reading

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When Will They Ever Learn? #1

I said in an earlier entry ‘Remembering Grandfather #2’ that my parents had no respect for my grandfather and used to upset me as an 8 year old with their disparaging comments and put downs. I took him as I found him and he was good to me.

I remember him with affection and deeply regret not contacting him in his last years. Now I’m a grandfather and the same thing’s happening to me. Continue reading

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Mary#1

Just a few weeks after the relationship with Helen had just faded away in the Autumn of 1990 I met Mary.

I had been drinking in the Tamar Inn at Calstock, Cornwall most evenings when I met Jeanette a gorgeous blond girl in her early thirties. “You must meet Mary” she said. “Oh why?” I replied.

“Because you will like her, she’s very attractive”,

“What? As attractive as you”,

“Oh far more attractive than me” replied Jeanette demurely.

“That’s impossible” I said.

mary - seductive temptress mode.

Well, a few days later Jeanette and Mary walked into the pub and straight over to me.

“I’d like you to meet Mary” said Jeanette.

And that’s how it started with Jeanette, in matchmaker mode, introducing me to Mary, a single mother with three children.

It transpired that Mary was a part time mobile hairdresser so instead of asking her out in the pot boiler atmosphere of the Tamar Inn I asked her to cut my hair.

Mary - just an old fashioned girl.

As she cut my hair at my house in Calstock we got talking and a strange esoteric conversation ensued to do with Dolphins and synchronicity.

We “appeared” to fall in love but now I am not so sure. It all happened very fast, a whirlwind romance as they say but the whirlwind was to transform into a hurricane because Mary was into a crazy religious cult and I was into New Age stuff that involved me going onto a weekend course once a month at Monkton Wylde in Dorset.

Meditation and the other new age stuff was “evil” apparently.

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