Wednesday 13th October 2021.

I sit here with a small can of recycle no sugar Coco-Cola.....urrrmmm i think no wonder, it is in a can...smile to myself with a thought, that this particular week is passing fast already at the hump of the working week weekend begins to loom and i shall be down to my 23 weeks on Monday, until i can slip off this blue uniform forever.... half an eye on the can, i drift to the time when cans were unseen on these shores and Coco Cola was a treat at birthdays or Christmas in glass bottles...i recall my father saying you could desolve rusty screws if placed in a bottle of Coke...thus another Yank...thing was banned from the house i smile gently thinking....thank goodness the Lone Ranger..was not...in those giddy days when childrens TV..was simply one hour a day.
This morning resting from my tiny red van i took my Euro Millions ticket to the counter in the local supermarket thinking how i would spend my winnings of £182.....Million...wondering should i ask for it in pound coins would they all fit in my tiny red van or should i ask for ten pound notes instead....Before me was a tiny wizened old juicy crone gently she asked for two packets of baccy...as the till girl placed them on the counter they were no bigger a slim Glasses case each, the till girl asked for £52.OO..as this tiny lady pulled out the crumpled notes just how much tax was in those two tiny packets...my mind just simply boggled, and i sighed thinking what the fuck....naturally i did not not have a winning ticket not even for a couple of quid...as i made my way back my tiny red van, i thought why do us British put up with all this crap....no wonder Big Bad Boris can spend £30,000 pounds on wall paper for his office.....I shall tick myself off once more for the gripes of a grumpy old man with a hope that the fem inside me can gives this man a good slap...Time i think to hit the pillow....Good Night...

To all whom pass this way Love and Peace...take care....So Goeth...X

Thursday 7th October 2021.

Today my tiny red van stuttered, dare i mention that ungodly word beginning with the a capital C.... crunching Halloween articles to a swamped corner in some supermarkets, cards and toys are in mountains...I have even heard tonight, adverts on the wireless in the post office i am based singing out this C-word, God help me if i hear a C-song before December....as seemingly the  year begins to drift into the unthinkable early start...
Perhaps the IT-Flue...is the panic button....going to be pushed...one feels there is already talk in the media driven circus of not being enough real Christmas trees coming up for sale....and enough turkeys to shove inside household ovens...personally like the petrol panic it is all a con to mug once more us British to disregard faith and end up rushing down the never ending ally of simply punching at any bunch of nettles coming around the bend. Regardless of the wack up the price..petrol is now four, five, pence higher per litre than before last weeks panic buying....Now that we are out of Europe why not go back to the old imperial gallon would people rush out at alarming speed queue a mile down the road...for over £5.00 a gallon or am i simply growing deeper into a grumpy old man...far to cynical of my fellow Brits....Perhaps once more i should put some flowers in my hair and give a heavy sigh...This coming weekend you can see the Rolling Stones in Nashville USA....for £40.00...i will not mention the old rock band you can see in England who's tickets are £300.00 both performing at the same type of venue......Sigh.....I rest my case.

To all whom pass this way Love and Peace...Take care So Goeth

Thursday 30th September 2021

Today 54 years ago must have been a Monday...the time, the history, of the day i was unaware of at that time probably simply a school day football would have been on my mind and not to lark about in Mrs Dodds class uppermost in my mind she was a Scottish teacher one could never forget large buxom and Wow were her teaching methods.
However i like to think on the day, each year, i place a tiny reminder on my wall calender...the older i become the more the world throws at me the more i cling to the thoughts of that year....1967 i was 11 years old Jesus...!!....1967 Saw the BBC..introduce...BBC Radio One to the country, the first legal Pop Station to broadcast live...The First record played was Flowers In The Rain, by the band The Move....Think i will just have a sneak view on You tube.....Good Night....

To all whom pass this way Love and Peace..take care...So Goeth.

Sunday 26th September 2021.

Perhaps i have made a mistake..to sit here before this machine, this white blank screen, with a glass of Australian Chardonnay by my side..the last hours of the weekend fastly..ticking away...the window curtains drawn across the mad world outside...and i sit here and contemplate what indeed is life all about.. for these past few days i think i am back in the black hole of the 1970's...when petrol was rationed and a loaf of bread doubled in price....how the British can panic...a few petrol stations close, out of thousands and the whole of Greater Manchester form vast queues...i sometimes think this is done, simply to raise the price of whatever never to fall back again.... quite why we fall for this each time is beyond my tired old mind...as the Monkee's sing day Dream Believer...
Followed by Yeha Noha...a chant of Native Americans...gosh how time flies this is one of my favourite tracks of the album and as i drift away...to the land of space ships and Pink Elephants...and wonder did i take the wrong fork in Robert Frosts road in the woods.
I have bought this week an old fashioned L.P....Bob Dylans...first Album has been released on vinyl.... as a collectors piece,The Times They Are A Changin....has to be my fav album of his that awesome cover picture..and that awesome track with God On Our Side...means i am dribbling my words and will perhaps never open the cover just something to sit in this room and wonder over...as the wine glass is down to the last few sips...and now time for me to Catch The Midnight Train To Georgia...before i cave into....Wonderwall by Oasis....which sums up my Blue Uniform hanging in the cellar already calling my name....

To all whom pass this way Love and Peace...Take Care...So Goeth.....X

Friday 17th September 2021.

I had thought with my blue uniform hanging in the cellar these past five days for a well earned rest from the rush of the madenning never ending traffic across the roads of Greater Manchester, that indeed i would have sat before this machine sooner to scribble a few words without the slumber of a wine glass...however the quite warm and calm weather front sat on top of this sprawl of land pinching buxom bums and whispering at howling cats as the sunshine  chased the day...has kept me at bay...the list of do's hiding inside my head has been a popping corns of endless lists...i will not pretend to have climbed the mountain but perhaps i have hurled a few rocks here and there to make a few tickles over these few days on such lists floating inside my head over this sanctuary....i sit in from the mad world beyond this window.
                   I never thought one day i would slip pairs of Levi jeans into a bag to be given away to make room for some of my fem clothes...there was a time when i lived in them in youth even patching my own as they became thread bare...I still recall my first pair at the cost of £ 4.00 back in the late sixties early seventies the resistance from my parents to own a pair was quite awesome....and setting my soul on a levi jacket was even worse alas my mother refused as in her eyes the jacket was regarded as only for scruffs.....Was i a scruff, well i liked to think back then i was a sorta late hippy kinda soul hanging on to the hippy thoughts by the coat tails flapping in the winds...jeans t-shirts....and huming Donovans Catch The Wind......

To all whom pass this way Love and Peace...Take Care...So Goeth....X

Sunday 12th September 2021...

I have a glass of Chardonnay by my side.....i have a few moments....to ponder before the big wide pillow calls my bluff and the nightly Goblins in pink laced hob nailed boots come to play emotional football through the crazy street mix of my slumbering mind.....Had i not bought The Guardian..newspaper on Saturday...i would have never have cast a mind to the shattered twin towers falling on that fateful day for America...9/11...always confuses me...as a term of days months....as too 20 years...Wow..and Gosh....i do recall snippits of why, where, i was.....to mark that day.
Whilst in my tiny red van on Saturday as a rememberance to that sadness day...a goose by Stalybridge canal decided to cross the road in front of my tiny red van..it was if it new i would stop and the goose head held high calmly walked across the road....as if a sargent major, i simply sat there and thought Wow..
My wine glass is now empty thus time to vanish into the night air....therefore...

Love and Peace to all whom pass this way....Take care....So Goeth...

Sunday 5th September 2021.

I am just going to pop in across this wide white page on this here machine on this manic Sunday in the Greater Manchester Basin, in a day of sunshine, tiny red vans and work and simply say a big Boo....to all those whom pass this way i do hope the week ahead is blessed and all those Goblins are tucked neatly into pockets they cannot escape....This evening i played...The Beatles live in Hollywood..the year date is best left there...to think about along the road less travelled. Good Night...

To All Whom Pass This Way Love And Peace.....Take Care......So Goeth.....X

Wednesday 1st September 2021.

Today..is the first day of Autumn...Biff Bash Bosh will be the weather fronts crossing Greater Manchester.. for the next three months. Frizzled raindrops with a casting clout of mild sunshine broke through this afternoon whilst trawling through the streets of Stalybridge....in my tiny red van i already carry a winter jacket and have put my sun hat into the wash with a heavy sigh plus  a thought i will not work another summer in my old blue uniform amongst these Moors, i twist through each working day...I am not sure if i was sad or in glee with such a thought as i move closer to the end of the last nine yards of life. This year will be my 40th year on the post,this morning whilst talking to another postman on uniforms past and present he felt now as if he was wearing a prisoner uniform and at the end of each day he could not wait to rip it off his back with all the changes over the years in postal delivery....I was quite stunned with his words feeling both sad and pity for him witth all those years still to go before he even reaches the last nine yards of life....

Perhaps because September is a month of Beast Triffids and Saccharine Turtles whispering in my ears swirling past thoughts amongst the ripe Blackberries i have pick along the road side and eaten them off hand i ponder on such as....Today in 2005...i closed the door on my uncles house for the last time and returned to keys to the owner, in Bakers Hill Western Australia....the closing memory is the sun flowers i left behind propped against a tree in the yard...sometimes i dwell, especially after a glass or two of bubbles of simply returning to stand and stare in the long grass in the surrounding fields to see if i can feel something of those days and ask myself why he choose the bottle instead of life during that time....at the back of my mind i recall an American tourist some years back whom travelled to England on such a goal....simply saying they felt as if they were standing in a parking lot and nothing else....perhaps i am a daft old bat in wrinkled stockings at such a wonder would indeed i feel more than they....On a good note England beat Germany 5-1...in the year 2001.....so i shall close on that note.....

To all whom pass this way love and peace...take care So Goeth...X

Wednesday 18th August 2021.

Fifty-two years, since Woodstock..and the world has become a tall story...no one could have dreamed off telling....both big bad Boris and the clown across the pond should be sent to a funny farm to knit mail bags for the rest of their time on this planet for what is happening in one small corner...or perhaps so much rain has fallen during August my mind is blowing bubbles to it'self and cannot see the wood for the trees...Thus my day is drawing to a close i have come here to sit and blow a big Boo...to myself just to see if the word Hope still lies across the sunflowers in bloom, before i let the goblins of the night whisper through the crazy street mix which is me and tell me different.

To all whom pass this way...love and Peace take care...So Goeth...X

Saturday 7th August 2021.

And so the weekend begins i have a few moments to sit in this tiny room with the simple hum of this machine and this big white wide screen for company, poking out it's tongue along with a rebuke of where have you been for most of this English summer. Time and tide waits for no man i seem to recall from old school days, if king Canute could not turn the tide then perhaps only pink elephants can and i have not seen them pass this way for many a day, they are indeed in short supply, nor can i explain to myself quite why of all the history i sat through behind a school desk King Canute whispers in my ear each morning as i rise from the Goblins of the night..Perhaps they too are perhaps tired of this plague the ins and outs of fuckwits, apple twisters, and the media games which crawl up the stairs and bite yer Bum....
However i am in a fairly good happy mood am now down to my last 30 weeks in a blue uniform todays run is soft on the mind and i look forward to some bubbles in the kitchen with the boom of my I-Pod....The song In the year 2525....cooled the air waves last night as i pressed the repeat button i wondered if mankind will even arrive at 2525 never mind the year 3535....of coarse i will not be here and probably the daises i push up when back in the clod might not be flowering in 3535 either...some songs sit in the head thankfully this one just brings up happy memories when english Summers were indeed such.
Time to pull on my hold up stockings pinch on my panties and cover with my blue uniform and out into the wild world, my mind tells me not to buy a newspaper today my  pocket has other ideas with the few coppers it carries, sometimes it is best not to stick my head in the sand to long..sigh...

To all whom pass this way Love and Peace take care So Goeth....X