Singing in the Rain (or alternatively : Blue Sky Thinking) In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Singin’ in the Rain.” I’m going to be honest with you all now…This prompt made me laugh. And I mean in a good way not a bad way. Why do I say this ? I live by allegedly the …
Category Archives: Memories
Nineteen Eighty Four
Nineteen Eighty Four In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “1984.” Orwell got it wrong in that novel of the same name. Why ? I hear the humble reader ask… It’s quite simple – unless its of a medical nature – nothing can be as fearful to a young mind more than your first …
Achievements
In order to write this blog, I’ve been trawling through the Archive of stuff that people collect over the years. Now, depending on your interests this could include comics or CDs , other publications or even photographs…. Ahhh….Photographs. I can’t say I’ve got true hard copies of these anymore….Since the dawn of Digital Photography and …
A Tale of Old Boots
In a part of the corridor, just by the stairs by the front door, lies a pair of Old Black Boots. It’s been quite a while since they have been walking. Their leather is worn from the passing of time and many a moorland excursion. Lakeland water now pools at the toes.But they still feel …
Time
Time Measured movement Revolutions of round things Hands following through history Years, pass like months and weeks pass like days So, as each second evaporates Through the hourglass called time Noted scholars record events With each memory in time Stored in the vaults of the mind Write down the good stuff … get it down …
Walking down the streets i knew
Heading from the museum bridge and past the Lowry I’m heading for my little place by the streets once known to me Wharfside still contains its ‘houses but cottons been traded by song Sea Shanties ? No, but sounds of the day that play out all day long Ordsall Hall still stands proud Off Trafford …
The Inkwell 