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Saturday 23rd February 2019.

Today in the warm sunshine spread across the Manchester Basin...i walked amongst the chatterering streets of Manchester known localy as simply " Town "...where every kind of people under the sun abide judgeing by the lingo's one hears in the spoken word, quite why they come to this city is a complete mystrey with our crap weather, if there was a fair city full of vula boatmen, saccharine turtles,beast triffids and curly leaf wood nymph's then this city has to be amongst those with such a label. I suspect in winter one or two Eskimo's also are found tucked in some corner of town, today they must be wondering indeed where in the world are they for this is " not as we know it Jim "  from the days when a girl i lived with slept ate Star Trek until the cows came home...Winter, and i can only think wow..bring it on.
The brave today wore t-shirts and some Fem's in all sizes aired legs in shorts all the way up until ones head turned all the way round..i can only say the view indeed good for the soul in this nightmare of a Brexit Time for the country....


This little mite is called Sam...for the simple reason it was the first boys name which slipped into my mind as i processed the picture this evening...As i passed him i am sure he whispered to me,... remember me...Perhaps in 1965 at the age of ten..i might well have done...although what struck me as i lingered for a few moments..was the vast differance between 1965 and 2019...for one such hair cuts were classed as Hitler Youth and were banned even in 1965 the war was still an open wound...only American children might wear denim and sunglasses...only because i had no comcept of other world children, and being brought up on such TV...as Tom Cat...the Lone Ranger...Batman was banned in our house as American trash yet i could watch the Monkee's...I am not sure if i envey the children of today or pity them for all the fashion pressure school pressure they have to fly with,for us no one really looked at us in 1965 at the age of ten...you wore what you were given, ate what was put in front of you and did as you were told.. we did not know our parents names and really nothing about them it was simply little children should be seen and not heard, yet we had great freedom to roam and play where ever, you could go out in the morning on your bike and return for evening meal and no one would bat an eye..yes there were people who put their hands in side your pants in those days no one really talked about it i can't recall any such danger talks by my parents or schoold teachers, but i never really thought about it, until i learnt about sex in my teens the sun always seemed to shine every day during those innocent days of cowboys and indians....So Goeth..

Thursday 21st February 2019.

Another shocking wonder day on the weather front...dear God please please pray this is not our English summer....56F....fooking hell....in sunshine....So Goeth....

Wednesday 20th February 2019.

The hump of the week has arrived..only eight more days of this dreaded month left to contemplate as i sit her in my wolly stockings fur bra..stare out from the window and think shall i or not stick my head out in the back garden, so much work to potter about there, as crazy spring bulbs are racing to greet this cold weather front mad fuckers...although the forecast is for a small spot of spiffy weather come the weekend.
My train tickets for a ride down to the big smoke in April have arrived...whilst i still don't need a walking stick and not have completely lost the plot to sit in a coffin train which after travelling through Spain and Japan by train you could almost have a bath in ones seat...the express trains between Manchester and London..are only fit for cabbages grown in the dark to ride the cramped space....


I shot this one in town the other Friday..on the down line on it's way to Euston...My tiny compact camera travels everywhere with myself i almost feel quite naked if i leave it behind..a sort of comfort dummy for this mad world.
I am going down to watch a young fellow postie i used to work with in my old office run just for the fun of it in the London Marathon...travelling down on the Saturday simply to go and have tea with the Queen...or more like potter about the streets and talk to my old friend Winnie-The-Pooh..staying over is my next headache do i simply doss or find a room for the night...though my biggest scare is the vast crowds and really on the London Tube...which is the most sence of the Apocalypse i hope to experiance ever in my last nine yards on this planet, bit of reasearch i thinks.
I have at last sent an update selfie to my friend hope the shock of age has not left her speechless perhaps i should have worn a dress perhaps it would have made hairs grow on her palms...vanity in a card board box...as my mind is till wandering the yards of 18..alas my body tells me fook off you old sod... and so it's time to roam around the Carpe Diem loft for the day i might just return during the night depends if i can fight off the urge to partake in bubbles whilst cooking in the kitchen...life is as they say..take care all whom pass this way...So Goeth...

Tuesday 19th February 2019.

The weather forecast on this day is typical February which i have scribbled far to much on these past few weeks nothing quite like America but bad enough for my weary aged bones...this blank screen i stare at is either full of wonder on how to chase the words in my mind or so frightening i might just slip away before the screen whispers  " "Boo..tis but to early in the day for you especially after an old age wrinkled sleep" .
Age may be clearly seen on the skin...alas the mind tells it's own lies and whispers and i have to send a recent picture of myself to a close friend in return of one sent where i thought indeed wow, i have done far to many selfies this past week each one in vanity deleated that i am going to have to bite the bullet and simply sod myself, a close my eyes and send....very soon...sometimes, well always then Vanity is a big prickle.
Time i think to once more pull out the camera....So Goeth...

Sunday 17th February 2019.

Shut up and deal with it....on a postcard sits by this here machine sometimes i ignore it other times what can one do but blow kisses...There is a tinge of sunshine in the afternoon sky...have pushed myself outside for an hour to clean up all the cat shit which grows legs to blow across this garden, there was a thought once especially during the 60/70's that various peoples put cat in their fast food shops meals, perhaps it is indeed an old wives tale yet..my mother would never eat chicken unless she could see the bones...
There is no warmth today only the sound of kids playing, but i did not see Winnie-The Pooh....he must be fed up of treading in cat shit also....Dispite this i am in a good frame of mind Sunday is always the best day of the week once the best family meal of the week but i doubt that these days, perhaps people in this green and pleasent land only eat what's on face book....
I was on a bus on Friday did i really want to hear a teen shouting at her mother about cleaning her bedroom giving the excuse that the reception was poor on the bus..i sigh...i'm not sure, because of the sunshine and how good it was to feel the heat through the bus window that feeling when you close ones eyes and still see the sun blazing away that sadly not wearing headphones was a big mistake.
Going out amongst the great unwashed and others depresses the longer i flit through the incrowd everything seams to be look at me...I am...me..an instant. I become a far worse grumpy old man than i sometimes feel, the sheer shit blowing across the streets depresses me really i should say fuck it and keep on plodding never mind McDonald cartons rolling across the bus floor....mind you in our youth could we even find a McDonalds...Possibly one of the worst exports from America no good to man nor beast...
Well it's time to drift to the kitchen plug in my I-Pod...for at least a wack of musical notes floating over the ocean from the USA...S&G...for instance has filled my life with spice and golden memories be thankful for small mercy's i expect i shall whisper to myself...
The unknown of the week lies ahead...Have faith love and peace to all...So Goeth...

Friday 15th February 2019.

I sit on this eve with a mini can of zero sugar Peach Coco-Cola...if they were not past the sell by date and bought five cans for a single pound...from a charity shop in Town i would not even wash my panties in this flavour...but hey this is semi retirement...and spiders are from Mars...and Sam Lee sings Lovely Molly...and today i am not sure if i can recall a day in February with a clear blue sky and the Fahenheit reaching 55F...am not sure if i should say ever for it has simply been a Wow...day...in weather terms.
Took the local bus into town sat on the top deck thankfully these old stockinged legs can still make the strides....a teenage girl ranting at her mother about cleaning her room sometimes mobile phones are shit, the word respect for others slipped slod amongst the stark sunshine pouring through the unwashed windows...sat on the back seat wallowing in youthful dreams from the 70's...when bus hopping was a dare and treat...i was joined by two empty Mcdonald cartons and three tin foiled wrapped lunch packs wallowing on the back seat....i'm not saying we in the 70's were angels we might have scribbled " ed woz ere " on the back seat popped our eyes out at females in mini skirts..but i am sure we did not leave all the shit you see on buses these days...perhaps i'm simply becoming the grumpy old man and God help this generation when we old buggers fuck off the planet...one wonders whom is going to clean for them...
But let me not spoil this day the day after Valentines when every thing drops to half price and i could be holding the winning euro lotttery ticket for a whopping 140..odd million pound notes in my back pocket plus a small crush on a youth sat front seat top deck adjacent to myself on the return journey home, it was just his stance that James Dean throb with headphones and not a drop of bumfluff about him, quite reminded of my own youth down to the nearly worn out soft shoes...with the added bonus of not a care in the world or so it seemed in that strange afternoon brightness of the day....
This is a derilict church in the town i have passed so many times but not with a blue sky as rich as today..as usual the gate is pad locked so much for having a chat with God, should one wish, i think the local council are more worried about one putting in a claim for falling down the steps rather than peace and solitude for those weary of the daily grind.....
This last and closing shot was of the moon about 2.30pm whilst making my way home with thoughts of being lazy and slipping into a supermarket for a Pizza for the evening meal.... the haze is the slip trails from passing flyovers from jets....I can only think of Major Tom...and say good night all. enjoy the weekend ahead love and peace to all....So Goeth...

Thursday 14th February 2019.

5.34...am...and already the rush of rubber tyres has begun outside this window on the world....sleep as one becomes older is only found inside a lucky bag along with a penny whistle and those hard super sweet colourful toffee's which break your teeth, in my day of youth they cost three pennies i doubt they even exsist today but some how the thought of them still after all these years lingers never far away from my mind.
Today is red drag day and i wonder how the transvestites of the world think on this day hitch up the stockings or pull on an old t-shirt open a can of beer and whisper fuck it to ones self...i came across this quote this morning which i think sums up my frame of mind this morning..." I myself am made entirely of flaws stitched together with good intentions. "
by one Augsten Burroughs...and as it's but red drag day i shall think in the multitude of colours and whisper sparkle to myself when i open a bottle of Bubbles tonight...i might even return here...God Help me...So goeth...

Wednesday 13th February 2019.

Wednesday bleeds across this blank screen with a more than heavy sigh...the week has been crazy, Goblins in pink laced hob nailed boots have given me a good kicking most nights after all these years i should be used to the tiny mites yet they always shock running amok in the crazy streets of my mind...with dreams so far fetched not even Godzilla in lace panties and stockings would surprise me...
However tomorrow is big money time Valentines Day driven by the red engine of gate crashing tills in supermarkets red roses on the march no doubt grown and tended by folk with holes in their shorts and bare feet and paid a mere few pennies for their efforts...Some one i once luved many years ago said they posted a card to me...it never arrived i remember haunting the post box it was sent from and the letter box on the front door where i once lived,each year hence it still irks the mind...i recall an old crone saying on her door step one year that she never received any and would dearly luv one..it did pass my mind to shove one in the post the following year alas her husband passed away and she moved further down the village to be near the shops and people....soon after....life sometimes is a spank the Elephant road..Sometimes being a postie gets under ones skin and you can walk down a from a front door quite disquiet of some of the secrets whispered across the threshold...
Have been wallowing in Sam Lee's..rendition of Lovely Molly recorded at the BBC folk awards 2016...it sprang from my i-pod thsi morning whilst hanging back the wardrobe doors after the week's fight with the paint brush..think i am going to pull on my walking boots next week some warped heat is coming our way most unusal for the Manchester Basin perhap the promised sunshine from OZ...is going to shock me...therefore watch this space....Take care all and make the best of the day tomorrow...what ever mood craps at you when the day dawns...So Goeth...

Sunday 10th February 2019.

This afternoon with raindrops crashing against the window..i climbed out of the wardrobe with paintbrush in hand Bob Dylan singing The Times They Are A Changin..on the i-pod...and thought thank fook...i may not have to paint such a contortionship in a long while..two days i have shrunk within the walls with a paint brush for wild cats and sea loins...not only was i fighting the paint brush but the memories of the room....when a girl once woke on one Sunday morning during the summer of 1989 and said quietly enough is enough....a sit down at the kitchen table...meant we parted ways i kept the house the kids...she had the money in the bank and an i owe you.. and car.....she said she wanted to live a life....i fastened my work boots and thought oh well..life is a bucket of shit and then at that time today was indeed today....
Adversity is the first path to trust..so said Lord Byron....bubbles in my glass tonight..Dylan on I-tunes means the mind is playing games among the crazy street mix of my mind...plus the fact this white blank screen is taunting my self control now that i have stripped my wrinkled stockings...and the old transvestite lies in a heap....North Country Blues echoes around this small room which houses this here machine...and where i sit to see sunshine pour across this screen in deep mid winter otherwise i try to think of Carpe Diem...and wonder if that is a sweet in a lucky bag from childhood.
And so the weekend frits away however i must leave a token from the fabulous pictures from Australia i have glimpsed tonight...and say if we only had the weather for more than two weeks in the year...lol...So Goeth to all whom pass this way love and peace and have a good week ahead.....
taken during the summer of 2018...my favourite beach in North Wales.....

Thursday 7th February 2019.

I wonder tonight after a glass or two of bubbles...if i was the only one in the world playing on my i-pod...Wakasikirei Sataui...Bhundu Boys from the Shed Sessions...sometimes a tiny fraction of madness is good for ones soul...So Goeth.