A Thought


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Come back Oliver Cromwell!

Cromwell copy

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Some people. . . . .

bad-parkingIn Britain the blue lines mean ‘no parking here’ or ‘keep clear’. To make matters worse the car on the right did not have a disabled badge in the windscreen, yet this was a disabled parking area. There were plenty of free spaces nearby, but obviously because the disabled area was near the entrance to the shop, he/she thought it would save them time walking that bit further from the normal parking.

I wish the mother of the child had stood farther back and including the registration of the car in the photo. Although they weren’t breaking the law or the rules of the supermarket, they should have used their brains and shown a bit of consideration for others.

I wonder what the owner of the black car thought when he/she returned to find the door badly dented and scratched as the mother and a passerby struggled to get the child’s chair onto the ramp.

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PictureI used the Coinstar machine in our local Sainsburys a few days ago with about £11 worth of 1p’s, 2p’s and 5p’s. My voucher showed £10.15 to turn Into cash or spend In store after taking their fee of £1.12. I put my bag of loose change in as I was leaving the shop with my groceries and then put the voucher in my wallet to use the next time I went shopping.

Two days later I handed the voucher to Customer Services only to be told the voucher was null and void and I couldn’t get my money. It was pointed out to me that I should have cashed It the same day I used the machine otherwise I lose my money!

On their website it says: “All our machines count your coins in seconds and give you back a voucher in return. You can then cash the voucher in at the Customer Service desk, or take it to a checkout to pay for your shopping.” It does not give a date when the voucher expires, and on the voucher itself it says quite clearly “Please redeem today at this store” which I took as a REQUEST or SUGGESTION, but not as an ORDER!

Consequently this means that I have lost all my money to Coinstar, which is quite clearly theft, legal or not! No doubt Sainsburys get a percentage of the money the machine takes. Must be a nice little earner for them and Coinstar too, I bet they’re making a mint.

Coinstar machines are just a racket. Not because their machines take nearly 10% of the change you ask them to sort, it’s because they don’t make it clear in their advertising OR on the machine. 

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So true!

I don’t normally copy other peoples posts, but I saw this comment by Steven Parker on Facebook and thought it was worth repeating it.


“Labour invest in infrastructure, Tories sell it off and drive up debt with excessive borrowing and corporate handouts. Labour have historically always borrowed less and paid off more of our national debt.

The Attlee Labour Government rebuilt Britain after WW2 and Nationalised the Bank of England, National Coal Board, Railways, British Leyland Motors, British Telecom, Gas and Electricity, Iron industry, Steel Industry, Inland Transport. They also implemented the “cradle to grave” policy which gave us our welfare state and NHS.

The Tories have sold these investments off : North Sea Oil and Gas, Railways, Energy production / Electricity, British Telecom, Royal Mail, Rolls Royce, BP, Jaguar, British Airways. Privatised the water industry, parts of the NHS, Prison system, Military assets, Land.

These assets and institutions used to provide us with profit that is used to reinvest in industry, improve our infrastructure and support public institutions. Now those profits go to the corporations who run them and on top of that we have to pay them subsidies to do so. While they take that profit out of our economy and funnel it through tax havens.

For instance our railway’s profits are going to the Chinese, Indian, Italian , Dutch , French and German companies that own them to support cheaper rail networks in their respective countries”. -Steven Parker.

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An old post updated

When I was 16 I started courting a girl, but there was no real passion in the relationship, so I decided I needed a more passionate girl with a zest for life.

The following year I dated a really passionate girl, but she was far too emotional. Everything was an emergency; she was a drama queen, cried all the time and threatened to commit suicide, so I decided to look for a girl with stability.

When I was 20 I found a really exiting young woman, and I thought I had found my forever partner, so we got married. She was great fun initially, but things turned sour after a while, but we stuck together because of the children. Unfortunately she was so smart and ambitious she divorced me and took everything I owned.

In my 50’s I met a lovely lady and we became good friends. I was with her for 11 years, the best years of my adult life. Eventually she died and I was devastated.

Now that I’m 80 I’m looking for a young woman who is unattached, rich, a nymphomaniac, has a Mercedes (or a Lamborgini, I’m not fussy) owns a pub, has a house in France, a diesel yacht moored in Cannes, and will care for me in my Autumn years and maintain my mobility scooter. Not much to ask for really.

Does anyone out there know of such a woman? If so, can you put me in touch with her as soon as possible? There would be a few quid in it for you!

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Live here, Live now.

Quaker-star“Whatever the past was, it’s gone. You cannot change the past so you must change your attitude to the present” – Anon.

I know it’s hard to resist dwelling on the past. I am tempted at times to dwell on the past because in my younger days life seemed so difficult. I made bad decisions that affected the family and the people around me. There isn’t anything I can do now to wipe the slate clean. What I have done is to resolve never to make such bad decisions again.

After my divorce I had to move on and start a new life. I met a lovely Irish lady, Pat, and we hit it off immediately. This time I changed my outlook on life and made a conscious decision to make this relationship work by following the Quaker code of living, as she did. Life was great with Pat, and I appreciate the memories of those 11 years we spent together, being with Pat and sharing our lives together to me was the best time of my life. Unfortunately Pat died 13 years ago, and I had a hard time of coming to terms with it, but I must not hanker for those times and have moved on.

I try to see the past as a separate room from the one I live in now. I can go there, but I don’t live there anymore.

I now leave a little space for myself each day. What do I do with that time? Answer; absolutely nothing! This is a little space just for me (me-time), a breather, a time to sit still and do nothing. Just breathe. I sit there for about 15 minutes, just meditating, and not worrying, just ‘being’ while I meditate on the pleasure of being alive. Well, it’s better than the alternative!

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Seen outside my local pub.


Do you think I should apply?

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The Dylan Thomas International Prize

The Dylan Thomas International Prize, sponsored by Swansea University, was launched at an event hosted by the Secretary of State for Wales, the Rt. Hon. David Jones MP in 2014.

The International Dylan Thomas Prize, which is the largest literary prize in the world for young writers, is aimed at encouraging creative talent worldwide. The Prize was first opened for entries on St David’s Day, 1st March 2014. In recognition of Dylan Thomas’s 39 years of literary productivity and creativity, the Prize is open to young writers of 39 and under.

The prize is a mere £30,000, and fame and fortune for the winner, well, in Wales anyway.

Here is one of my favourites poems. It’s from “Under Milkwood” by Dylan Thomas.


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I just hate it when the doorbell rings and I open the door and there stands Mr and Mrs Acquaintance, with the their little horrors they fondly call ‘the kids’.

family“Hello, we were just passing (not really) and thought we would call and see how you are (they couldn’t give give a rats arse about me) and have a cup of tea with you”.

So being a gentleman (or a complete idiot) I invited them in. I didn’t really have much choice, because the little brats had already shoved past me and were in the kitchen busy raiding the biscuit tin and fridge. I said, ”How nice to see you again (liar) after all this time. Let’s see now, how long has it been? Two years? Three?” as I put the kettle on, hoping I hadn’t left the drinks cabinet open.

Mr Acquaintance (I think his name is Harry, not sure) shouted down to the kitchen, “Did you know that Alice got married and had a baby?” (who the heck is Alice?) “No” I said, hoping I sounded sincere, “That’s nice. Who would have thought it?” (not me for sure!)

Mrs Acquaintance suddenly appeared in the kitchen as I was pouring the teas. I didn’t have to get the kids a drink, they had already found my stash of Tizer and were seeing how quickly they could empty the bottle. She proclaimed, “Harry (I was right!) has been promoted and transferred from the Council Slaughter House, and is now in charge of the Refuse Collection team (dustbin men)”. “That’s nice” I replied. (What do I care?)

“Did you get our Christmas Newsletter last year?” Harry asked I replied, “Oh, yes I did, (all five A4 pages of closely typed details of their adventures) absolutely riveting stuff, (bored me sh**less). In fact I read it twice.” (liar)

So we settled down to three hours of boring small talk, during which time I made several more cups of coffee and refilled the cake stand twice. Those ‘kids’ sure knew how to stuff them down their throats. Harry bragged about his new car, his holidays in Italy, their holiday home in Bogtown-on-Sea (pity it wasn’t in Afghanistan) and other uninteresting topics. To which I kept replying “That’s nice”.

They took the hint to go when I changed into my pyjamas and wound the the cat up and put the alarm clock out for the night. “We’re not keeping you up are we?” asked Mary (finally remembered her name) I gave a big yawn and said “Well, I do have to be up at the crack of dawn. Me and the boys from the pub are going badger-gassing early tomorrow morning”. Mary gave me a wry smile and said “That’s nice” (I think she had cottoned on to what that really meant. . . .) Have you, dear reader?

Some of this story is not strictly true, but most of it is (?). The names have been changed to protect the guilty.

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