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Tuesday 13th February 2018

There was a time in my youth...when i could not spell February....as i potter into old age i wish it was so now...the weather forcasters have promised in my world the temps will reach 45F....with sunshine which is a big wow wow...it will not be as hot as Australia but hey its sunshine badly need by all including all rubber ducks.
They say tomorrow is a double whammy..Valentine's day...and lent begins...i eat far to much Cadbury's chocolate so for 40 days and nights i might just try to keep my fingers away from their wrappers....even at this age faith is something i peer at from the corner of my eye sometimes in wonder others in great sadness....As for Valentine's day some one told me once they had sent me a card..i will not admit how many times i looked at the door mat or indeed the post box....at the time it was horiffic now simply i just shrug....Therefore the evening is late whom ever passes this way Enjoy the day hugs to all...So Goeth...

Wednesday 7th February 2018.

-6...on the C scale..at 5am this morning was not a good feeling...yes i know around the world it can reach a great deal colder...simply however i am not around the world...and weary is the name of this corner of the globe...i have just ordered some hot sunshine from down under from a talented lad whom can indeed scribble across this here...LJ....prey it arrives for the coming weekend.
Besides that i am indeed well having survived another day in the great urban sprawl of the great Manchester basin where traffic will eat you and Pink Elephants will piss all over you from a great height should you blow bubbles around each bend of the road....So Goeth...

Monday 5th February 2018.

I still have not become used to writing the year 2018...Working outside this winter has become so weary i feel almost snow blind in a sense that at this moment snow blind seems a nice word and Winnie the Poo...cannot eat it....my mentor the Last Samuari...is so far infront of me that i can barely make out his foot prints...whilst out in my tiny red van today a Robert Frost poem came to me in a spatter of words yet i cannot recall the title..My tiny red van has sensed that this is my last Winter riding in her comfort so much so the CD..player is jammed and not ejecting the current CD..thankfully Tracy Chapman..is the cause...if i could put over forty winters working outside in one song..then Fast Car has to be the one..when the time comes for me to kiss my tiny red van and leave her forever...then fast car has to be the tune....
People ask....why what how..what indeed are you going to do with time...I simply think of the poem Invictus smile shrug my shoulders sigh and reply this and that....

" It matters not how strait the gate.
   How charged with punishments the scroll.
    I am the master of my fate.
    I am the captian of my soul. "

    William Ernest Henley.

Good night...may your God go with you...so goeth...

Wednesday 31st January2018

Guy Fawkes..was excuted on this day in 1606...no wonder the day has been clouded with a billion tears in rain, snow, hail, and anything else that can fall from the sky....i for one am so glad this day has almost ended..i know one should not wish ones life away especially at my age but dear God what ever such a faith is, must be shere fed up with throwing all this lousy rain to  crawl all over my tiny red van in this northern part of England.
Today i noted my first sighting of a daffodil in full flower under its own steam...it must surely be in shock waving like a mad thing possibly thinking a mighty big...WTF....am i doing up so early in the year....Easter eggs are all over the stores hot crossed buns in the Bakers the seasons traditions have all gone mad or simply capitalism strangling us all to death....will i be so glad when i can pull off this blue uniform for ever and dance around in my wrinkled stockings singing sod it all...So Goeth....

Wednesday 17th January 2018.

As i move ever nearer to retire from posting letters through people's doors...i have cast all my saved two pound coins towards this here new machine...bend an ear and perhaps you will hear it laughing out loud as this, me, now old fart tries to cope with some new tecnonolgy....Should you hear me screaming then you know it has beaten me..then perhaps time for me to retire in my wrinkled stockings and take up knitting....So Goeth... 

Thursday 11th January 2018

Darkness has fallen...the day crunched i made it through the long piss of elephants, may the grumble weeds hold more than a wing and a prayer and may the bleak mid winter be so not a sorrowful tune. Time to dodge the winters melancholy madness..the Chardonnay is in the fridge for weekend...it's almost here the ticking clock to my right side tells me so....So Goeth...

Wednesday 3rd January 2018.

i have almost stripped myself of the work Zombie suit the festive season shuffles around my shoulders and zips tight before throwing me around a rollar coaster ride i have trouble finding the brake and the word Stop begins to unwind through my soul...2017 was a true gruesome one, best left behind on the tram tracks it will take me until the very end of January before i think about the year ahead, thankfully over the years i have managed not to fall into step with the Forlorn Hope Regiment as well as to side step the melancholy madness autumn winter drags across my mind....dark days running into nights..rain a constant drag across my wrinkled stockings only thoughts that i have indeed stepped across bare foot some of the best beaches i have had the fortune to stop stare and linger at the horizon to simply think Wow....life is....the female inside me has being going crazy screaming blue murder for broken nails, skin so dry it cracks even after a mountain of hand cream enough to sink a battle ship has been woven into my skin in an effort to keep the small boy inside me to work all the hours under the concrete sky i swirl beneath posting Christmas cards, emptying post boxes, almost spitting as traffic lights turn red..i love work this time of year..its good to see smiles, hope, packets from far off shores, small children still having a trust of the postman but so so glad it only lasts four weeks....Even with all this i am quite content when i rise in the morning when all those pink laced Goblins make their way home from giving my dreams a good kicking and i can feel some small linger of peace...to all out in the big world..love and peace, safe journey through 2018...x

Tuesday 19th December 2017.

I am five days away..from throwing off this Zombie suit that has cast a spell over myself since i pulled it on Mid November this has been the worst Christmas pressure period i have known in all the 36 years...i have passed through it will take alot of sitting in a dark corner or perhaps a bucket of Chardonnay bubbles to climb aboard, to comtemplate the river of Elephant Piss i have waded through...God Bless all those tiny silvar haired ladies whom still post Christmas Cards..some how Royal Mail directors have lost their way..perhaps they too should board a plane to Canada for the festive period and perhaps stay there with our great leader....what did Churchill quote...give us the tools....and whom wrote once Lions lead by donkeys...arrhhh...well life is..So Goeth....

Monday 4th December 2017.

I pull off my blue uniform..it flakes grunts crawls to a corner as the working day dies in a howling moon..i take a swig of the real thing and wonder what indeed is the real thing, i have not heard if any blood is dripping down a cities walls..i keep the media under the carpet these days where it belongs at my age...the only news i have heard to day is that the Ozzies are mashing the English cricket team some stories are in the earwig of the Beano again best left there...Christmas is coming...So goeth...

Sunday 3rd December 2017.

For myself today is Trinity Sunday, a time when the mind slow cooks through the early hours, peers down the calendar with eyes half open and wonders if my sanity will reach Christmas Eve....in tact....a time now to think on scribbling in Christmas cards to meet the last posting day alas i know it will stay only in my mind as i have not sent one perhaps for thirty years..i had hoped that this being my last Christmas on the post i might just reach for that extra effort to scribble lick stamps and post them in the big red pillar box down on the street corner....i can feel the christmas cards i have bought simply sniggering in their packaging poking out their tongues with big smiles simply reading bollocks...time indeed will tell if i can sweep off the mountain of cobwebs covering my snail mail address book....
I can also feel myself slipping into that Christmas Coat of memories from early childhood to the mass of 36 Christmas's i have worn this blue uniform with this being the last one working on the post...i know one should not wish ones life away...however i am glad i am fading away from this service modern tecnology has made the service a beast to the ticking clock and an eater of barcodes....i would not be shocked in the future if children are born with a bar code imprinted across there forehead..that old sixties song..in the year 2525...have only got the years wrong...dispite all the crazyness in my mind i am in good hope...for the coming month...So Goeth...