Sunday 31st January 2021.

Tonight my blank white screen looks as cold as it is beyond this rooms window, January is not my favourite month, Winter my favourite word, Melancholy madness crawls from behind the wallpaper wrapping the word Boo across my old shoulders, after working outside beneath open skies these past 45 years, would i become used to all the Gremlins falling from the sky filling my ears with hot pot nonsense and sadly no; each new winter is a wasp farting in my ears...each extra layer of clothing becomes a curse from the days of King Canute...The Last Samurai is by far to far out in front for small talk sat on Toad Stools.
I have this past week been away from my blue uniform it has been a week of tick sheets with perhaps far to many bottles of white wine yet i have managed to move an inch closer to some sort of order in this shrouded room full of busted bra's and neatly folded panties..i have to stop buying books and magizines they are like the great wall of China yet they are part of me and guard me from the creatures whom rule my life with this and that or else. A few films in the evening with a few glass of bubbles have passed me by..old school boy memories creeping into the glass frothing it into sentimental tears. Music has cascaded, i have been quite stuck on Neil Youngs song..After The Gold Rush...lying in a burnt out basement during the 1970's crisply floated around my head bursting all sorts of bubbles....I have gone through a draw cramed with letters well written before the P.C...age, i asked myself whilst i neatly sorted them into plastic bags and once more slipped them away to whisper amongst themselves quite why i stopped writing letters...perhaps siimply winter but i am only kidding myself. As always the clock ticks i must be on my way
and hopefully i shall leave a crisp of winter white...
This view whilst emptying a post box the other week in Stalybridge Cheshire simply made me stand and stare for a few moments am not sure if it was the stark gravestones or the grim stonework against the brightness of the snow or simply plastic flowers on quite a few graves that made me take this piccy....However life is as they say....

To all whom pass this way love and peace take care in todays strange world, So Goeth..x

Sunday 24th January 2021.

By the rivers of Babylon echoes.....i have a glass of Australian wine by my side, and i am not sure whether this big blank white screen, is greeting me tonight or simply spitting feathers out it's twisted tongue at me...as it has not quite read my haphazard ways on frothing across  Live Journal at this time, as Chinese Flu froths splutters across the land eating into our heads, no Pubs open no band on the walls crashing out raw music..stay at home save lives..so they say, yet trawl down a country road and yes police with cameras are there don't they read on the motorway sings stay home save lives or is it the same old story, one rule for them and one rule for us...,as they continue trying to take what pennies in your pocket are left. And  ask yourself how many miles have the Police travelled to try and spot you...yes lets forget the Universal declaration of human rights yes lets just piss across the words...pull on your mask and fuck you...or pay us the pennies in penaltys...
Did Goerge Orwell see this coming down the rail tracks....one daily newspaper today asks big bad Boris many questions about this flu virus...perhaps the newspaper should be banging on the door of the Chinese...instead...or perhaps we should turn up the Jam...singing...In The City...For myself i shall simply have another sip of wine..be grateful that my blue uniform is neatly in the cellar whimpering away as i begin one week on leave from the questions it asks each Monday...as i shove gloves in my pockets and masks...as i ask myself  again what is normal..what the Fuck is that....My wine glass is nearly empty..Future Island..plays A Dream Of Me And You...and i think back when i saw them live on one hot summer night...how the times change...Life they say is a gobstopper....
Therefore..to all whom pass this way love and peace..take care so goeth..X

Wednesday 20th January 2021.

So much rain these past days perhaps weeks, has sunk  my thoughts, words, into a cardboard fish bowl...caught inside a pair of Ugg Boots  the memories of years gone by simply swim in endless circles. Perhaps if i squinted inside the fish bowl and splashed about..i might pull out of this melancholy madness of this current Winter...Until then...to all whom pass this way love and peace take care...So Goeth.

Sunday 10th January 2021.

America...is simply America...as i trundle down the last nine yards of life...Nothing coming from across the pond staggers or shocks me...i simply sigh and think only in America...if one nation could press the four minute warning then America would fit the bill..perhaps they would simply press the button whist having a gob-full of a Mcdonalds Big Mac and fries...washed down with a paper cup of pip popping Cola whilst spitting out the ice cubes....and simply wipe off the trash from the desk  in the same moment press the button whilst playing Elvis singing in the Getto...and probably slob over a giant ice cream sunday, as the world turns pink. Thankfully there are greater people coming out of America than above...which at least gives a sigh to the word HOPE...
As much as one tries to hide from the news today, it is almost impossible, its there stares you in the face every street corner,every bus that passes,every food product label shouts out loud, every lamp post has a camera, Noddy Cars feasted with cameras sweep the streets watching waiting for one false move, on new years even traffic wardens are there waiting watching, did George Orwell really see this coming could he really scribble a comic book on the year 2020/21..is Greater Manchester simply an open prison....as yesterdays newspapers blow in the wind.
We are deep in another lock down, and yes they are building around the cobbled streets of Greater Manchester vast electronic advert hordings pumping out in lurid bright lights...stay at home, but do not forget to buy this and that... whilst the shit fills the streets even higher with discarded waste pumped out by midnight peoples whom put We Love Manchester stickers on thier cars and throw out old sofas and beds......perhaps i am becoming old, perhaps a grumpy old man, perhaps i need to sit with old King Canute on the shore line and watch him turn the tide....perhaps tonight i have simply drunk to much white wine and the wonder as the beast triffids eat my mind why David Bowie covered the song Sorrow...and is his song Rebel Rebel..the anthem of a doomed Transvestite...and do i indeed miss his strut on the stage.

To all whom pass this way love and peace..take care in these strange times..So Goeth...X

Friday 1st January 2021.

Wow am i glad no longer having to press the the year 2020...any more amongst my scribbles across this screen, nor am i sure if i am going to make any promises to myself to keep for the coming year, i am simply just going to try and take each week as it comes don't build up any hopes that this mess will be over by summer especially here in England i cannot recall when we have not been in some mess at any given point perhaps this bleak winter rolls out the melancholy madness in strange forms....
I came across a snowman on new years eve by a post box i was emptying the builders had placed a paper face mask over the carrot nose...i simply had to laugh, smile, it quite made my day lets hope there a few more of those laughs as the days spread out over the year....

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

Tuesday 29th December 2020.

The first fall of a proper snow line came across parts of Greater Manchester in the early hours of the morning, i pulled up my collar and walked to work thinking how nice it looked falling gently in silence, for those few moments in the darkness i did not have to worry about social distance or fumble in my pocket for a face mask, even being a strong non-lover of Winter i just had to simply shrug and blow it a kiss.

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

Bank Holiday Monday 28th December 2020.

WOW...i think to myself..i feel that the Dubliners song Seven Drunken Nights..has been cramped into four such has been the swing of things since i pulled off my blue uniform. On Christmas Eve i could have well climbed into the fridge and simply slept, had i not had the strength to slip off the screw cap of a white wine bottle to watch the bubbles flow in free fall. For i cannot recall such a crazy Christmas on the post ever...in all my 39 of them....

These two piccys are simply two of my runs on any given day since mid November..with no let up until Christmas eve....Yet i still found time to laugh, giggle, accept letters from old ladies whom waited until i pulled my head out of post boxes, from small children whom wanted to post the christmas cards in the post bags themselves...all strictly not in the rule books, even can you wait a few moments whilst i post this special delivery on time for Christmas...some of us are old school and recall the days when the post was a service for the people and not a pound shillings and pence bag of conkers for share holders...but they say life is...and thus the climbing in the fridge on Christmas eve was most scrumptious end to the madness of the last couple of months...and somehow some form of normality of myself posting once more my jitterbug madness will now resume....

To all whom pass this way Love and Peace...hoping you all had a good Christmas and looking forward to the new year with at least a pinch of HOPE...take care...So Goeth..

Monday 14th December 2020.

I can only think a school boy Wow..at this time of night, my Blue Uniform whimpers in the corner, my mind a fuzz box of befuddled vula boatmen tossed in a storm of tossed up mail...have i seen, carried, sorted, so much post during one day before today, during any one day of the 39 years working Christmas pressure...i am not so sure until my mind folds todays hours  in some tiny dusty corner of my mind to sit there and throb in a slow release of perhaps another school boy Wow...

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

Wednesday 9th December 2020.

I have reached the hump of the week.I thought i would just pop in and say hello to this big white screen now i am down to the last 15 working days until i can slump and whimper and throw my old blue uniform down the cellar, sigh a gigantic sigh of relief having made yet another Christmas on the post to the last letter,.............. splice the mainbrace with white wine, dance with some curly leaf wood nymphs, ride on the backs of saccharine turtles pregnantly living inside the crazy street mix of my mind along with all the others whom have nested inside me over all these years,quite why they have picked my soul is unknown and best left there with no reason apart from Just.
Meanwhile the real world has tick toked through the week...my blue uniform has been cabbaged with thankfully happy post i do indeed love this time of year it is nice to give people some cheer rather than income tax letters and parking fine demands.. but am so glad it is only hectic madness for one month of the year...
This time last year i was carrying in my tiny red van postal votes from the glamour of Manchester to the spar town Buxton for counting at ther town hall, hoping in hope that i was carrying Labour votes sadly not so..as i am living yet again under the Tories in the manner of Big Bad Boris...and as it is almost Christmas time of good cheer perhaps it is best left in the history books and sour rhubarb, food of the beast triffids of which the tory party has quite a hand full,rather than sit here on this eve and grumble heavily about why the Tories are once more sat on the crown jewels. Therefore i blow kisses to the world and the word Hope will ride on the back of butterflies to the world and beyond.

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

Sunday 29th November 2020.

Today i have admitted the festive season of Christmas is apon me....time to put the old memories in the right boxes...some to keep the lids tight on, some to let out and rage in the night sky of the why's and why nots can i name a year of this, or is it a total blur rolled up in all my 65 years, a crazy snowball thrown against a brick wall to slowly melt down and dribble touches of life across each coarse of brickwork i can understand if someone hates the word Christmas and yet there are those that simply love it to death...as each year spits out distant memories..torn across befuddled memories, from childhood to youth ending in a pint pot of old age. I have spent time with a fem whom hated Christmas to death and yet have spent time with a fem where Christmas starts in November..both sing there own song from childhood...
Tonight Bing Crosby sang White Christmas through my I-Pod..i thought Wow and had to press repeat....did i think of family or did i simply think Christmas and the thought of others or was i selfish in my vanity and busted bra....and thought over the years of my own self....Oranges are not the only fruit...Thus...i draw today simply thoughts of the prickles of the holly bush in reality.

To all whom pass this way love and peace..take extra care during this festive season..So Goeth...x