Bits And Pieces Of The Past

Between facebook reminding you of something you posted years ago every day and the fact that internet never forgets anything (wayback machine anyone?) every so often I get a reminder of my gramps. Not that he was big on facebook or anything – that would be impressive, but because I posted some old photos of […]

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Poem: Blank Look

Blank looks are reminders that you’ve forgotten again. Start again. We drank tea late at night telling me stories that you’ve forgotten now. I remember. Mum died of cancer. Dad was a postman. You are a forgotten hero but only forgotten by yourself. Start again. They didn’t understand, we did. You don’t understand. Neither do […]

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Climbing Up Snowdon For Parkinsons

On the 14th May, my sister and my nephew, my dad and his friend,  are walking up Snowdon for Parkinsons UK. My nephew has already raised £100 a few years ago for Parkinsons, with a sponsored swim. He’s quite a fit little lad (despite an x-box podge) and while I’m not sure he’s looking forward […]

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Christmas Is An Odd Thing.

Christmas is an odd thing. I mean, less so, I suppose if you’re Catholic or a Christian denomination but for me, an at-best-agonostic, who works in retail, with a long history of shitty Christmases, I find it a bit odd. I worked today – it’s Boxing Day – except it isn’t. Because you can’t have […]

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