Accidents, Poetry, Schooldays


Looking down the Trafford Road

the kid has got some moves

walking as he listens to his i pod

and the latest grooves


Weaving tween the old un’s

he laughs and hums his dunes

Strutting like a cockerel

as he listens to his tunes


Confidence is Booming

he’s got the ladies eye

Only to catch a loose paving stone

and into a signage pole – he’ll fly


Accidents, Acrostic, Industrial


Could it be , the

Really important thing

In driving a car, is to pay attention ?

Those fancy buttons scattered like smarties round the dashboard – run

Instruments to keep your cars insides running

Calamity awaits – from the Brakes to the gears, so

Always keep those bits in your car happy – to keep it moving – and don’t

Leave your keys in the car – unless you want to contact rescue.


Accidents, BASIC, Growing up, Health, Life


Salford 26th October, 2016

Reeto, folks…I’ve got a confession to make.

people say to me , you’re clumsy….

When I was younger – I used to take this to heart, i’d fall over, trip up, drop stuff and have to replace it – and worst of all – i’d bump into people and things – a lot.

However – when you’ve got a shunt in your head that’s keeping you going – to treat Hydrocephalus – you tend to accept the stuff you’ve been landed with.  A recent revisit to the neuro ward at Hope Hospital in Salford (Manchester, UK) brought this into sharp focus recently.

And to those who say I’m clumsy – I have the brightest retort – I can live with it quite happily.  I might seem a bit slow, but my minds one of the sharpest in the room.  I’ve played cards with the reaper three (or four?) times now and each time I’ve won (even though, the first occasion – i’m too old to remember it)

If they took the time to think about it – and swapped shoes with me for a day or a week – the detractors would soon think differently.

Focus and concentration and in some cases memory have to be trained after a spell in surgery.

That fine vase that’s in the living room?  you want it moving? i’ll be able to do it – but don’t expect  speedy delivery unless you fancy a jigsaw puzzle…I can give you accuracy, and speed – just not at the same time.

What’s more folks – its getting better – and i’m managing the hazards. Each hurdle has its different challenges, but my volunteer work has seen me doing a number of events – and all unscathed – you’ll be pleased to hear…

and on occasion – i’ll write about it.

Oh and that computer you’re reading this blog on – I can identify the faults on it like a zen master.  Again – If there’s a problem I can fix I’ll do it.  But I’ll also be able to tell the guy on the other bench with the fiddly soldering iron what the problem is too…

So on a day to day basis whether its working at the war museum or athletic stadium – I just take my time – watch my steps – break down the jobs I’ve been given – manage what i’m doing, refer to the aides and help I have – and (last, but certainly not least) look out for those pesky obstacles  – including the cracks in the pavement.

and all with a smile.

Cracks in the pavement

A Cat-astrophe

Accidents, Animals, Birds, Cats, Fun, Holidays, Humour, Treat



6th September 2016

The scene Blackpool promenade – a local fish and chip emporium

family of four – Mum,Dad and two boys eating , outside in the summer sun – what else but fish? – haddock and chips

the two lads are asked would they like an ice cream

they say yes – meanwhile in the distance a seagull is watching from a safe distance

One asks for Strawberry the other Vanilla – and the boys wait patiently for their ice creams to be delivered.

The Fish shops cat appears into the Blackpool sunshine,  purring away in the hope for some scraps of fish. She follows the waitress, from just a few paces away, as the seagull makes its move. The seagull swoops in – and is stopped by the cat – just as the waitress delivers the ice creams

Chaos ensues, as the cat and seagull rumble for goodies under poor waitresses feet. The Ice Creams land off target and an odd plate of leftovers lands on the floor

Cue the owner – avec sweeping brush and an assistant with two more ice creams – on the house – Cut to a Cat with the spoils and the Seagull with the scraps.

dropped ice cream cone

dropped ice cream cone




Accidents, Mirror, Poetry

#Napowrimo #Reflection #Blogging101

Through the silvered glass

My double appeared

in a parallel world


Things looked the same,

but different – reversed

in this new world


For every beaker, soap and toothbrush

duplicated itself intact

in this new world


Through fog and steam

we worked as a team

removing facial hair

without a care


but alas – poor fate

the broken pact

as someone came through the door

and mirror cracked on the floor

Keeping an eye on the clock

Accidents, Creatures, Finite, Life

Keeping an eye on the clock

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Finite Creatures.”

The realisation I wasn’t superman…

Could have been when I was five, at my first fall in the school playground

each cut knee – a badge of honour…

Or later in my teenage years when some eedjit pushed me off a wall and I ended up concussed

Or Perhaps when I had my IV shunt replaced to save my life (that was a biggie)

They say a cat has nine lives…this cat has lost three.

So I keep an eye on the clock – Time’s Precious.