Apr
4

3am

3am

3am rumblings last night. I’m away & I think a mixture of too much rich food & drink, four heavy days, poor consecutive nights sleep and then a heavy work load & strsses just all hit me. Two hours later and going through old photos and videos calmed me accordingly & I managed a couple more hours of beauty sleep. 

How many of us truly have these blips, these mini crisis moments caused for a myriad of moments. 

What I do know is last night in the middle of the night I could have called several people to be my side and I publish this short blog to put it to you that being there for your friends through darkness is essential. We truly can make the world a brighter place. 

Have the best of days. You matter. 

A X 

Mar
23

PC Keith Palmer 

PC Keith Palmer 

The 22nd March 2017 saw another lunatic throw his life on the funeral pyre of martyrdom in the name of terror. PC Keith Palmer stood shoulder to shoulder with you and I as he asked the knife yielding maniac to stand down. He lost his life for us, gave it in fact for our freedom. How brave is this?! As one man acts out of terror and hate, another stands in his way out of liberty and hope. 

Five people so far have died and at least 40 more injured including many most severely. One man may have done this but how many more contributed to his mental state of demented hatred? These people will be meticulously hunted down by our security services but it will be too late to save what happened yesterday in our capital city. 

Foreign and internal national policy past, present and future need to reflect the needs of our nation. Balancing the need to protect us with that of looking after humanity across the world is an awfully big ask. Are not better doing this together, united? Certainly Brexit and Scottish independence seem like less good ideas when we are faced with the reality of what we face in concerted terror attacks across the many complexities that our current United Kingdom faces. 

London yesterday was rocked again by dark forces. It will arise today and fight back. These idiots seem to forget Londoners lived through the blitz. 

PC Keith Palmer – we will not forget you. My hope is a statue of you is erected outside the Houses of Parliament as a reminder of your great service to our nation and a reminder that democracy will be protected on these shores. 

A X 

Mar
10

Impossible 

Impossible 

Impossible is a word that means it’s not possible. If something that is impossible becomes possible it’s either a miracle or someone pulling your leg. A Physio recently pulled my leg. Just a fact really rather than anything connected to the possibility of usurping the impossible. 

Now, as for highly unlikely, this is erring closer towards slightly more plausible but still red hot towards the miracle stakes. Unlikey moves the needle that bit further and so on until you get to a banker. A banker is not a Banker for, as we all know, they are invariably crooked and at some point going to end up visiting Her Majesty. No, a banker is a sure fire bet, a no lose situation. If you do lose then you’ve been conned. Welcome to the land of bookmaking!

Personally I like to still think the impossible is a sure fire possibility. 

Now for St Honore…

A X 

Mar
2

Today

Today

Today is so about today. Yesterday you picked up tips. Let them guide you today. Tomorrow is 24 hours away and might not even happen so try to focus on today. How good can you make today? It’s your day. Make it count. 

A X 

Feb
27

Blip 2000

Blip 2000

‘I’ll give you three hundred,’ he said, salivating at the prospect of getting his hands on the gold watch now placed on his desk. Pawn had always been good to him but of late it had been bloody fantastic. The delights of robbing Peter (those in desperate straights) to pay Paul (that was his name) was his direct funding line to his property empire and cache of ostentatious cars and his outrageous supercilious wife. Life was good. 
The lady’s eyes twitched at the offer. She had clearly been hoping for more. He’d seen that look a zillion times before, of the hope of this being their day just vanishing right out of the now pained iris. Did he ever care, this effect of strangling out of his customers their very life? No. No he had not. To Paul it was kill or be killed and he had no intention of being the vanquished. 

She thought to argue. The watch was her mothers, now long since gone, and she had kept this one thing away from this shop but now, no food left for her bairns, what choice did she have? 

She looked up to ask for more but just the look of utter distaste this man had for her and defeat arrived more quickly than third to fourth. 

Paul, dismissive and haughty reached into his till and counted out the three hundred pounds in tens. He did it slowly assuming the lady in front of him was drunk or drugged or stupid or all three. He doesn’t care. Then as his left hand passed over the notes, his right went to grasp the watch and here his luck deserted him. A firm hand now arrived and rested on top of his own which, in turn, was over the lady’s cold hand that now gripped the memory of her Mother so very tightly. 

‘You’re going to give the lady two thousand pounds!’ declared a level voice from a teenage girl who has appeared from behind her Mother.  

Paul went to pull out his hand but somehow it would not move. Bewitchment and merry hell has entered his shop. 

Paul looked up pleadingly at the girl but her eyes were not to be reached, not this day anyway and certainly not to him. 

‘You will hand over the money and my Mum will keep her Mothers watch.’ It was an order, not a question. 

Paul laughed, a now very nervous cackle in the face of the alchemy holding his hand tight in place. 

‘Get out!’ he managed, his usual authority gone, his words void of their ill disguised hate. 

‘Two thousand,’ the girl said calmly, her Mother now cradled in her daughters free arm, her cares now in the hands of her eldest. 

Paul, his mind now entering a dream like state, an injection of ease suddenly released into his bloodstream, began to feel as though he was floating away from his hold on life. Was he frightened? Something was nagging at him, a dog like nip to his heel, but he found his hand being released and soon enough he was handing over not two thousand pounds, but five grand. 

‘Feels kinda good don’t it mister!’ says the girl, hair slicked tight back, eyes of steel, thin as a rake. 

Paul found himself nodding. He’d not given anything away in his whole godless life. 

‘Yea, it does, it does…’

With this the two women exited the shop and Paul just sat down. He has no understanding of what just happened, just that it did really happen and it feels good. There’s a glow there, right deep down, and he likes it. 

Blip 2000

Mother Nature has planted a deep light of goodness in our world. We just gotta plug in. All that evil crap – leave it. Dive in to goodness. Do it. 

Spread the love, 

A X