Summat’s Brewing

BASIC, Life, Volunteering

Teacup

Tea

Salford, 29th June 2017

New day, new morning, New opportunity.

Granted, it might not be paid.  But I’m working with some great people

I’m approaching my new role with little baby steps (odd for a 40-odd yr old) and all with a smile!

taking and delivering orders, brewing cuppas, washing pots and pans and waiting tables

all in the familiar surroundings of the Brain & Spinal Injury Centre in Salford.

 

Processes ? learning how to turn on the cafeteiere (posh machine for heating the brews) and mastering the art of the till have been difficult – but i’ve managed!

even down to the zen mastery, that is how others have their brews….

and for Those wondering if i’ve kicked my museum work into touch – you need not worry – i’ll be back there on Monday!

Fashion on the Ration

Arts, Museum, Museums, Volunteering, War

Salford 5th January 2017

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This afternoon, I’ve been helping out at Imperial War Museum North just over the bridge from Salford, by the banks of the Manchester ship canal.

Regular readers will know I help out with the computers on the “Your History” information point and throughout the Main exhibition space.  Well, Today I’ve been directing visitors by the special gallery and giving assistance where necessary.

The special gallery covers the time in British history where clothes were rationed, in order to preserve fuel and resources during war time.

As part of the exhibition – a special handling collection has been created, by some of the volunteers with help from the museum staff.  This is shown on our Information station, where volunteers and veterans talk about specific objects and the tales behind them.

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Martyrdom

Health, Life, Volunteering

Martyr

I’m a martyr to my aches and pains

I Really Despise that phrase with a passion.

There’s a reason for this.  Firstly, when I was born (a month early – apparently), I didn’t ask for the conditions that were thrown at me.

I’m split – in some ways – in the fact that without the installation of the Shunt Valve in my head – to treat Hydrocephalus –  I’d either be dead, or be unable to walk and function properly.  I’ve learned to live with the occasional involuntary throwing up, the balance problems, the toilet thing and the difficulties with my co-ordination…and oh..er…what’s that other thing again?  Memory!! (Ha Ha!)

However, its a pain in the backside on a regular basis.

Add in the Cerebral Palsy (YES, I walk a bit funny) and there are days I Really feel like staying in bed….the Juvenile Arthritis (Nothing Juvenile about it) was a nice touch delivered from the orthopaedic clinic

Anky…losing …Spondy….litis ….. the rheumatic disease thats doing its best to fuse my back together….whoopee.

If I do moan however – its because i’m in REAL pain, and on those days – i’ll stay in bed to recouperate

How do I keep going…..?   Keeping occupied 😁

The Government of my country felt the need to Park me recently from doing any Paid work, (mainly down to the Memory thing).  But that hasn’t stopped me from ‘working’.  A Number of organisations (Sporting and Museum – based) would be screaming blue murder if I were ever to say I were unavailable….

Now though – its as if they think i’m putting this on….

Someone in Governance in the UK said “Everyone should be working” – It must have impressed the head honcho – it got them a seat with a title in the Upper House of Parliament.

I don’t think their agents read the script – no body at the job centre actually read my skillset / need assessment from disability services.  If they want me to work – brilliant, I’ll start tomorrow…just as long as I get some support in what i’m doing.

(Cue the theme to Mission impossible)

But for now, I’ll just get on with my photography, my blogging, helping out at the sports arena and war museum and (if they want me) events in the area

Anyone without a disability/condition want to call themselves a martyr?  Feel free to contact me, there’s thousands more worse off than me – and they’re getting attacked too – by individuals who really should know better.

I’m just getting on with the day on an hourly basis – i’m no martyr – don’t call me one.

Thursday Afternoon 4PM

Food, Life, Museum, Poetry

#Weekendcoffeeshare

Sat in a coffee house of Italian Style

Giving my feet a rest for a while

having traversed the floor of a great gallery

my feet need a rest – and I start to agree

 

I order a late lunch – between two bread rolls

and sit down at table to rest up my soles

and whilst I am waiting – I read a good story

one that is funny and not at all gory

 

And as I wait, the steam it just rises

as barista puts in a cup of surprises

toffee flavour bits in my cocoa of day

a flavour that’s tasty in its own special way

 

But here comes my late lunch – tomatoes and meat

with cheese and salami – a real special treat

and as I tuck in, I’ve enjoyed my day

Sandwich brightening the weather, despite all the grey.

 

Cogs in the Machine

Memories, Sport, Sports, Volunteering

Written by Brian F Kirkham in response to the Daily post
Volunteer

Manchester 2012 – The Olympic Year

They turned up in their hundreds

to serve those landing in the city

to train, prepare and take part

in the pursuit of Gold, Silver and Bronze

 

Each with their individual role

A happy audience – the ultimate goal

Making sure the fans made their way to the game

Safe with a smile – that was the aim

 

Colourful characters – lining the street

a parade of marshals – who could not be beat

as fans from the world – arrived at a ground

and wanted to know how to get around

 

Cogs in the machine – with pointers and maps

Happy as one – helpful ladies and chaps

Treating the fans as welcomed guests

A team of vollies – that were the best

 

other vollie views :

https://inkdropblog.wordpress.com/2015/11/03/what-do-you-do-all-day/

https://inkdropblog.wordpress.com/2016/01/23/waves/

https://inkdropblog.wordpress.com/2016/11/20/memories-of-london-2012-paralympics/

New Day of Vollying

Heritage, Historical, History, Memorial, Memories, Military, Museum, Museums

Monday Afternoon saw me returning back over the Bridge to the Home of the Imperial War Museum in the North, on the Trafford side of the Manchester Ship Canal

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Today has seen me on the Information point Handling trolley, where visitors from all around the country have been able to look at objects and pick them up as the volunteers tell a little bit about the items the visitor is holding and a little about its origins.

These range from a helmet used by the armed forces during the battle of the somme, which was later used in world war II, to a babies gas mask used during world war ii as protection against potential gas attack.

In addition we direct and explain how to go around the big area that makes up the main exhibition space, which holds objects from World war I to Modern day

The Trolley is always of interest to visitors both young and old, because of the interactive nature of the exhibits.  Schoolchildren enjoy hearing about the objects on display.

Musical Moments

Museums, Music, Volunteering

11th June 2016

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Manchester Museum, Oxford Rd. Manchester

The third of the performances on the volunteer choir took place yesterday in the surroundings of Manchester Museum on Oxford Road.

We performed on the Gallery steps at the main entrance to the museum, singing the three songs we’ve practiced and performed in the run up at IWM North and Manchester Art Gallery – Stevie Wonder’s Signed Sealed Delivered, Mary Mary’s Shackles, and Isreal Houghton’s All Around.

The performances were all part of the Volunteer Week Celebrations, which celebrated volunteering throughout the UK.

and as I posted from the toolshed upon my return

Back from Manchester Museum – and another storming performance by the volunteer choir!

 

A choral thing

Arts, Music, Performance, Poetry

Sing

a literary response to the Manchester Voices Volunteer Choir

Let the people sing aloud,

for those in the audience are justly proud…

of those gathered together in a mere few weeks –

the music director needed some tweaks…

as they sorted the tenors from the bass baritone

with a couple of sopranos sometimes singing alone.

but joining as one, they’ve sung their songs

(and sometimes , their audience have been singing along)

Musical Fridays

Museum, Museums, Music, Volunteering

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Friday 13th May 2016

Imperial War Museum North, Manchester

Another Day of practice for the volunteer choir.

For those who haven’t been reading – I’ve joined a choir made up of volunteers from Manchester Museum, The Museum of Science and Industry in Manchester (MOSI) and Imperial War Museum North

We have Alto’s, We have Tenor’s and we even have the odd soprano in the Mix.

We’ve learned a few numbers – and (Hopefully) we will be performing together at a celebration for volunteers week later this year.

I’ve got over the barrier of singing – now if only I could master my two left feet…

They’ve got us Dancing!!!!

(Update this coming Friday!!!!)

Final Whistle

Football, Memories, Poetry, Sport, Sports, Volunteering

 

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A piece written during my shifts as a Volunteer Team Leader at Old Trafford, Manchester when London 2012 came to the Northwest of England.

As we couldn’t be biased – I wrote it about the one person the fans always moan at – the referee! (Added a few lines to the 2012 version for build up)

 

It’s a funny old thing is football.

You wait for what seems forever

for the man in the middle

to blow his whistle

and the action to start.

 

But then as he does

and ball gets kicked back

you lament the official in yellow or black.

But observe him closely – he observes the rules,

his assistants the same, and they are no fools.

 

So the whistle gets blown – the games underway!

and the ref and his team want to see some fair play.

If Midfield’s on Striker and he goes in too hard

He’s there to give a warning with a bright yellow card.

 

The offender knows better, to look out instead

as the last thing he’ll want to see is a red

for what that’ll mean is an early bath

and a meeting with manager and his angry wrath.

 

So when match is over – and his alarm does chime

The Ref whistles out – its the end of the time

And Whistle is a sign, to players, watchers and all

“The Match is now Finished – You’ve Kicked the Last Ball!”