tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25500778842880494552024-02-22T08:13:06.399+00:00Ford Cougar DiariesIt's the year 2000 inside my car, outside it's a few years later...impossible songshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06220130689715302729noreply@blogger.comBlogger352125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2550077884288049455.post-5094089689435470462023-10-11T16:32:00.003+01:002023-10-11T16:32:37.787+01:00Collection<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGy846Rt95NICHCukxleRaW8Qa1tkTDiYk9u63GO0FDdIEIgSBzijRnwM2lV54Kf-ZBKAm2adi_6JlRPCpvhOQeCC97DHeO8bB46OwFuD3Q-kMa50f5dBqhTfxut2_FMBBXd-TD_LoQy-tMDPEuOqTpy-ogYQIc4Wk6qwdaBdkdx1zq5yAUHvd8KI3JH9Y/s1264/Screenshot_20231011_151232_edit_80984247242647.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1264" data-original-width="720" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGy846Rt95NICHCukxleRaW8Qa1tkTDiYk9u63GO0FDdIEIgSBzijRnwM2lV54Kf-ZBKAm2adi_6JlRPCpvhOQeCC97DHeO8bB46OwFuD3Q-kMa50f5dBqhTfxut2_FMBBXd-TD_LoQy-tMDPEuOqTpy-ogYQIc4Wk6qwdaBdkdx1zq5yAUHvd8KI3JH9Y/w228-h400/Screenshot_20231011_151232_edit_80984247242647.jpg" width="228" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Collection - our new album is out now all the main music providers and streamer's sites. Nine tracks, ten videos and that may well increase.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Hear it on <a href="https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLZznjeV9qrBJl_648vPjCU48Zyt_N8LbD" target="_blank">YouTube here.</a></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;"><b>impossible songs</b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: large;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiLS9Sz-l2LLVlSyQVr1BseZvEuXWJ5mokkHMcLfYzVuzszqezZruI8M1jBOR5svIEirGQ6EHOznzzVNLjCzvJuiUlFk8HmcHkJbRhWQyEPVDyRKY3Gy9xX6O2JQ67afIQmz_leGSZYRrzJr_vv-oyRUfHDfrYQhs5V3MC9FfDwE0v8Un5HW9_kZb9p6yx/s511/Collection%20v11.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="741" data-original-width="1080" height="372" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir6XEdvihED4UR74pW7QVxvhPafWka1RGYU5oB3xmrgqxdsCZhSUnKnKPOPEhMlFFfSmZ7cf9mCsaE2gCwvRFexothC4fDr8tevMXNrXwhmbn4RyVXFFAPraqgCEp6EXazQ-ASlikyPTJz/w541-h372/ElL08_9W0AAtscw.jpg" width="541" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;">Everybody loves a look into the innards of the RO80 albeit the exterior design remains the best bit.</span><p></p>impossible songshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06220130689715302729noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2550077884288049455.post-32420947896255086522020-10-12T16:22:00.005+01:002020-10-12T16:22:52.932+01:00Carbon on the Valves<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm4WN-rJyjPCkfQRL3NB-WFNg3Lu7LWSU-nZ8m81U6h_BZFZhybgucpmIF2QWeFGBE7RAU2TIPOfn4F22vPpsrknwBTIeRqn8_8Gf5sNC7CVZeak2kHhREd7GrAFkNskPczf914SDPAlEF/s1920/chihiro014.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1038" data-original-width="1920" height="288" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjm4WN-rJyjPCkfQRL3NB-WFNg3Lu7LWSU-nZ8m81U6h_BZFZhybgucpmIF2QWeFGBE7RAU2TIPOfn4F22vPpsrknwBTIeRqn8_8Gf5sNC7CVZeak2kHhREd7GrAFkNskPczf914SDPAlEF/w533-h288/chihiro014.jpg" width="533" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier; font-size: medium;"> Sometimes a picture is worth seven words.</span></div><p></p>impossible songshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06220130689715302729noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2550077884288049455.post-26360770503755007152020-10-07T16:07:00.003+01:002020-10-07T16:07:32.510+01:00Experimental<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiks4mRpL5tdGpvLOaph52pJWtnJmdZBUz00o3gV9qu5ul-AGSdh2g5E-nKYPTn0L-NPwXCEREWvPvjXkbqvQIrd238qrycZQgIDFXWtj5yOe4Sl-HgNAk3NaqOXvLrteTXNkhBZq_PkUwU/s1024/kaxryughupdm0ta4hqac.webp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Everyone we ever knew has gone".</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">"I cleaned out the dishwasher filter, removed the gunge, fed the cats, </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">(you know the chicken they are eating needs to be used up as it's past it's use by date).</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">MPs are not the same as experts. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">The shower should be unblocked.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Following a slow police van.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Black out Tuesday.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I've lost a sock.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Recycling by booking only.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I've three clean jiffy bags but nothing to put into them yet.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Donald Trump doesn't know how to hold a bible.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">I routinely check the temperature of the fridge, mostly it's making it.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">There's a 61% chance of rain but only after 1700 this evening."</span></div>
impossible songshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06220130689715302729noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2550077884288049455.post-86839371422031114622019-06-08T17:21:00.001+01:002019-06-08T17:21:10.641+01:00Weird car pics<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">Best left alone, best left alone with you.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">Mom always told me to tell the truth,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">Cos' I'm best left alone, best left alone with you.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">There's been times when I've had bad times,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">There's been days I've been screwed,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">So many nights I've gone crazy,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">In the darkness without you.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">So let me tell you baby the way it is,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">You shake me up, you pop my fizz,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">And I'm best left alone, best left alone with you.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">Nostalgia hooked your parents like heroin,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">Amelia, Hejira and Song for Sharon,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">I'm best on my own, best left alone with you,</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">Twigs, leaves and ditch water. </span></div>
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impossible songshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06220130689715302729noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2550077884288049455.post-82258542067861908892018-03-25T17:12:00.001+01:002018-03-25T17:12:30.217+01:00Cracked<span style="background-color: white; color: #14171a; font-family: "segoe ui" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 27px; letter-spacing: 0.27px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Funny how the politicians are like “Don’t listen to the kids, they don’t know anything about politics.” But the same politicians are like, “Listen to us. We know all the things about science."</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #14171a; font-family: "segoe ui" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 27px; letter-spacing: 0.27px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Tod was staring at the wall. It was cracked and broken, there were bullet holes and a fine cloud of brick dust was hanging in the air, preparing to slowly settle on us as, in the newly begun silence we lay back and rested. Thoughts might have been collected if we could find them but truthfully all our minds were running at 100mph. The events of the past few hours, the firefights, the chaos, the noises and the damage has shocked us all into a dazzled numbness. We were new to this. The older fighters seemed sanguine and confident, they'd seen times like these. We'd heard tales, played video games and watched movies. The real thing was completely different and an awful sense of quiet panic and entrapment hung over us all as we stared at those walls, drilling pin holes in them with our eyes and biting our lips.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">"Why are we in this place, this situation? Time has ceased to be and now we are caught, neither one side of a thing or the other. "</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">A universal catastrophe in time is a hard thing to take in. To be honest nobody really got it. We just came up against a lot of reactions. A lot of extreme reactions, certainly below glacier level. That was where all the most dangerous people seemed to be gathered. Information was thin, scant, unreliable, people came to their own conclusions, some of them were just plain off the mark by miles.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">My eyes adjusted to the space, I looked around. It was ghastly and I was afraid.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">The area was lit by slow burning flares, red light, oozing on and fading off. There were crowds of people, agitated and waiting. Troopers tried to hold them in check. There was angry chatter and bursts of disjointed chanting. I found it hard to take in what was going on. This was my first time here, under the glacier. These people lived here, worked here and I presume froze to death here. Like some blasted, polished salt mine set in a huge tomb, the inner sanctum, the chamber was a noisy, eerie place. I took steps back as the noise grew. The words remained unclear to me, the language guttural.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">The troopers were waving weapons now. That brought reaction. More shouting and random movements. Ranks would break and then reform almost in slow motion, some frozen manoeuvres and steps back and forwards.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">"Every night it's like this" Said Tod. His voice filter through the half light and he stretched his arm in front of me. "Best we just observe from this distance". I wasn't about to argue. I understood the tensions and how, despite the posturing and cries, the lid seemed to be kept on the regular ritual. Stamping and name calling and then, once the cold bit harder there would be a retreat until the next time. It was all about showing force and solidarity, for both sides.</span>impossible songshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06220130689715302729noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2550077884288049455.post-33888164733266263312018-03-18T15:41:00.001+00:002018-03-18T15:41:28.848+00:00Responses<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">"I'm not angry about it, I'm not angry about anything. Of course people were taken away, some I cared about, some not so, but I believe it was necessary. We need to be fully productive, certainly when it's necessary. Time may have gone but competition remains and productivity can be boundless now, we can just produce and produce!"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">"No it's a bad thing, I feel like I've lost my anchor in life, it's unreal. No, I don't feel confident in speaking out, I never did, even through all the changes, I just kept my head down. They all seemed smarter than me and I didn't want to put my head up, take a hit, you know. I still think about those who've gone, that was tough but then I just get busy again and it's not so bad. There's always the Pineapple Juice, it's easy to get and cheap."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">"We made some good profits, nice healthy, clean business you know. The machines have been running really well and we've balanced out a lot of the systems so we can match demand almost to perfection. It was the Limitless Concept that turned it for us, we didn't have to think in buckets and schedules anymore, no seasonal highs or lows, no variation. I was all down to how we responded and it turned out we could do it very well."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">"If I have to I shoot them, they are rebels, that's all they are, I will. I have the tools. Clean tools. There's a good thing happening here, a movement, a change that's worth defending. I can see that, I can't understand how they can't. Some of them have never seen the UpWorld, just the arse end of a glacier. No daylight proper and never sunlight. They don't know a thing, don't know what they're fighting for. That's why we'll win, we understand our cause and we've rejected theirs."</span><br />
<br />impossible songshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06220130689715302729noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2550077884288049455.post-55233810569384825422018-03-18T15:09:00.001+00:002018-03-18T15:09:06.907+00:00Ticking away<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">So that was time, it was fun while it lasted, while it was real. Now it's ruined, completely discredited. There is no such thing as time and so we live in a non-time world where things happen but in no particular order and unbounded or unrestrained by the false construct that we found time to be. Strangely it was that most time driven of things, computer science that killed off time. Some simple, strait forward calculations, some manipulation and some adjustments and time stopped. Oddly it took time for all that to sink in, we needed to adjust. So many things to switch off and then allow to settle. For some it was like sinking into mud or quicksand, the refusniks who couldn't grasp it. Poor tiny,shackled minds. They badly need the boundary and restraint that time kindly offered. They failed to see what a restrictive constraint it was, and it was. With no time to hold us bad productivity soared. Economic booms burst for as the maths re-imagined limitless capacity, all the time in the world and no time at all.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I was driving, without limits of course. A police cruisers flashed past me, blue lights and rain spray across the road and windscreen. There had been many crimes, it's indicative of how the Time-Boom had played out. There was money and disposable wealth on every street corner and mall entrance. Money was swallowed whole and spat back out into industry and investment. Great blocks of brutal concrete rose, glass and new materials decked these Christmas tree icons out. The robots pushed out more product, more raw materials, more synthesis, more scope, no barriers. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Some workers were troubled and began disputes. These were quickly quelled and the ring leaders would vanish. Perhaps the police or the army sorted things, it wasn't clear. Memorials were raised, to the "Time Revolutionaries", faithful comrades who just missed the point a little. It seemed like a good idea to remember, despite the lack of passing time, those who couldn't quite make the leap into a non-time driven world. The sun had been put back in it's place, we ruled it now, we revolved around it no more, it did what we said. The gears of the universe were running but not in any way past masters would recognise, the pattern was still, steady and random. We were in the clouds, driven by a the revelation of superior knowledge and a new dimensional world view. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Drugs were of course regularly (?) administered. They help some with the shock, others with the reality and others who need the edge taken from their anger. They'd lost a cornerstone and the old reality came back like some nightmare, one in which your legs were stuck in a swamp and your head was stuck in a fog. We drank a lot of pineapple juice spiked with an A20x@ Fluid. The Russians had invented it, so the story ran. Just before the Ice Age and the Shutdown. That fluid helped me find sleep in a way I'd never done before. Reality blended well with it and the stupor was a perfect place to live but not to work and as there was infinite free space now, that hardly mattered.</span><br />
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<br />impossible songshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06220130689715302729noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2550077884288049455.post-45735801967469227392018-03-18T12:25:00.003+00:002018-03-18T12:25:29.108+00:00Time and a word<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Dateline 2018. What does that even mean? Time is somehow linear now? We can predict it's path? No! That's the thinking of the primitives. Sun worshippers and savages, savage scientists and philosophers even. We now know better, time never was linear, it just appeared to be that way and that notion or foundation piece provided comfort for generations. When the research was over and we understood a little better there was no need to look back, that was unrealistic and also unscientific. Time is just a big, huge cloud. Not circular, not linear just nebulous, unbounded and at any time (sic) you can be at any time because in this form there is no time. The clocks are neither running backwards or forwards they are still, time you see just floats and we, in whatever form we might choose for ourselves, just float along amongst it. </span>impossible songshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06220130689715302729noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2550077884288049455.post-33553828977363240432017-12-19T19:54:00.001+00:002017-12-19T19:54:06.951+00:00Hotel for dead fish<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Back at work today, mostly on some kind of auto pilot. One that allows random whistling and the inner humming of tunes in no kind of order. There is also a certain amount of day dreaming or flights of fancy. This includes imagined conversations, replayed conversations, prize winning scenarios, inspiring talks to both myself and a variety of others and of course well worded rants of justification from all sorts of sources i.e. the merits of adding cream to fruit juice, ways to remove Mr D Trump from office, other miscellaneous acts of political revenge or downright revolution based around the current UK set up, why I did what I did (or why I do what I do), remembering gilt edged rants from previous daydreams and attempting to reconstruct them and also, by way of a break, thinking a few positive thoughts about the future. Of course by the end of the day these various long winded acts of twaddle are completely forgotten but will not down reappear on my return to the hotel.</span>impossible songshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06220130689715302729noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2550077884288049455.post-70751094500587061412017-12-17T17:11:00.000+00:002017-12-17T17:11:01.429+00:00Feeding the wild birds<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">So as we reach the ending points of the year known as 2017 I've come to realise that I've pretty much neglected this blog for a whole year. A year in which I've been unwell, better and then fully fit. I've been retired, recruited and then resolved to maybe not to be working quite so much. I've been to Ireland and Germany but no further and I've clocked other unplanned miles unexpectedly. I've produced some good pieces of work and a lot of mediocre, I've made plans and failed to carry them out and I've decided to declutter (but that's in the future). I've taken exercise, been to the top of Ben Nevis and dipped my toes at chilly sea level, been caught out in the mists, drenched in the rain and from time to time "had my chips". I've been comfortable, looked after and hungry. I've been exhausted and ghostly, I've renounced and purged and I've fallen down a flight of stairs. I drink a good deal less alcohol these days, I still waste time, I've been disillusioned and inspired, I've been alone and in great company. Mostly I've been loved and listened to and in the right place (most of the time). I just haven't fed the wild birds regularly.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">"There's a revolution coming", said the Ivo young revolutionary (I presume they all say that at some point). "I can feel it in my blood, rushing, coursing, almost making me light headed with it's vigour. We are living in extra special times, so much injustice, so much corruption, so much unnecessary violence, so much that needs to be put right. The people, our people know it, they hunger for it, they hunger for fairness and decency, things that this regime cannot and will not provide. We have no alternative than to over throw our oppressors and grab hold of those things we long for, our freedom, our land, our entitlement!" His voice sounded strong, firm, encouraging. It was a good, simple message.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">There was a small crowd around him with more gathering, flotsam and jetsam, workers, students, young and old. He looked across at their faces, eyes wide, weight shifting from foot to foot, left and right. Some clapped as he finished speaking, some shouted encouragement and then an awkward silence fell. He though he heard a derisory laugh from the back. He felt a flash somewhere inside and outside his head. He knew he was saying things that had been said many times, many places across the world, often with the same fierce intensity, the same belief, but said many times...what had the outcomes been? What had changed? Bloodshed? Punishment? A worse regime setting itself in? He mustn't think like that, only a few seconds ago the blood was up, his pulse raced, but now...now that split second of silence, it had shaken him.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">It's a horrible moment when you suffer self doubt, when all the strength of your argument deserts you, supportive faces seem far away. Everything had turned around in seconds for him. He was strong, speaking out, encouraging, drawing attention and gathering an audience. Now his mouth felt dry, nervous, he'd pushed too far and his mind had turned blank. He began to shake, he held himself in, together, all being well no one would notice, it was just a long pause, a stream. The eyes started to move away from him, attention wavered. There was a noise from further up the street, amongst the concrete and telephone poles, engines and horns getting closer.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">Ivo had ceased to be the focus for them but was now, as he suddenly realised, the likely focus for the oncoming troops. Ivo crouched down as if under fire and, like the rest headed for anywhere that might offer emergency cover. The bar, the market, the coffee stall. That would do, he sidled along beside two elderly women who seemed oblivious to the oncoming melee, quickly ditched his hoodie into a bin and tried to meander from the open space to the relative safety of the coffee shack. Fortunately there was a queue and he found himself in amongst it, looking away but with all his senses primed.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">The troops had slowed down and now walked amongst the townsfolk, shouting at and slapping people at random. There seemed no strategy other than basic brute force and intimidation. Their accents were not local, they were paid to come in and disrupt, spread fear and make a few token arrests. The message being that we can wreck this place if we want, pick up who we like and injure a few if we have to. So far Ivo had avoided direct contact and was now unsure if they were looking for him, acting on some other tip off or just causing trouble for the hell of it. Thankfully nobody had pointed him out so far but at any second we could be apprehended and might join the long, grey ranks of those who had just disappeared.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">Ivo suddenly felt a firm grip upon his shoulder, a cold sweat gripped him, this was not good. "Darling! You're here, out and about, ducking and diving with those student friends of yours any these toy soldiers no doubt and too busy to stop and take time and enjoy a little coffee and a cigarette with your own mother?"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I wasn't always human, one time I lived in series of paintings. It was a strange existence, hanging there on a wall, maybe at some exhibition or in a private house on the stairway. Then there was storage, under wraps where nothing really happened, just a deep, warm darkness where I was free to think. I preferred that, better than being gawped at by some patron or wine glass juggling freeloader or ending up on the wall of a middle class residence being ignored or dusted occasionally. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I suppose I could see others, take a viewing, be sociable and liked when I was out there. Look across at my compatriots, oily, watery, mixed media or what ever they consisted of but the conversation level was low. Truly we didn't care for one another, what was the point? Even being scrapped or overpainted didn't feel so bad, just a return to the warm darkness of not quite being. That was the problem really, if nobody was actually looking at me, studying me, did I exist at all? And at those times, when there was no need for me to return some studious or appreciative gaze I felt more alive than ever, knowing and feeling more a being. Not being judged or glossed over or auctioned. Just there, very much in my own personal space, being me, simply two dimensional and slowly drying out. Turning human, when I did happen (and that's something that I can't quite explain) was a bit of a disappointment.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">I try not to dwell on any of that, I just live my life, my past as a painting is long gone but every so often I'll visit a gallery or exhibition, just to check up, just to see how it's all going, just to try to connect. It never does work though, I've lost the language, I've broken the connection, I've moved on to another plane and nobody on either side of the canvas cares. That's what living various odd lives gives you, the opportunity to see from other perspectives, to be watched and to watch. To be a creation and a comment and have some meaning, the one that which the viewer gives you and then the one that you give yourself. But what about the artists you say? Well they just do what we tell them.</span>impossible songshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06220130689715302729noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2550077884288049455.post-17280801461623885692017-02-22T08:42:00.002+00:002017-02-22T08:42:18.359+00:00Underground<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Things that we can't be sure about. There are many, they are everywhere, they are cloaked with the mask of reality or even cloaked with the cloak of reality. Hard to fathom, that's why I offer no new insights because, despite all my travels, exploration and experiences I am always returning back to that same point of not being sure. Recent history and current events show us on a daily basis that people don't learn or develop. The cry for free speech and transparency allows all views to rise and register, we are not all comfortable with what is said and what we hear. Torrents of hate speak, legitimised and resonating at all levels. Everybody wants to undermine the establishment in whatever form it appears to take, even the establishment wants to undermine the establishment because it's always somebody else or some other issue that's getting in the way. So ideas are banded about, solutions are constructed and policies are made, cynically alluding to providing the hope of a way out, a fix to the "problem" upon which a thousand valid points of view might exist. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">So stepping back and looking at the world almost everything seems absurd, pointless and at it's worse hurtful and destructive. Nobody can tolerate much of anything different for too long. There's a need to settle scores, to win, to gain the upper hand but for what? None of this gets us anywhere, none of it produces worthwhile fruit. We are struggling to have our voices heard because we were told our voices should be heard, we were told to speak up but all we seem to be doing is shouting into a barrel while constantly revolving establishment controllers absorb the sounds and continue to do what they've always done, scheme and meddle with no vision or obvious end game. Everybody tells their own version of the truth but the truth was corrupted a long time ago, now there is just unrest, argument and division. Things we disagree with piled high but no real power with which to knock them down.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">So we run exhausted to the glorious false religion of science fiction, to dystopian landscapes, to the edges of fantasy storytelling where star ships and drugs and starting again from some fresh set of seeds looks like the way to go. Beginning again and letting the world burn and burn out, purged by the smoke and flame so that those survivors blessed with the correct set of ideas and learned lessons might kickstart a fairer and freer world. Tragic, comedic and unlikely. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Other people's views and regimes will prevail, bad things will continue to happen, the mainstream will protect itself and all your energy will be used up in a pointless struggle as perpetual change brings only more of the same. So join us, the few who have travelled far enough to want to travel no more. Join us in the underground.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">OK, these are not proper poems, more like idle ramblings typed up onto a picture. A picture (two) that I wanted to use up in some way. All quite spontaneous though and in their own way well intentioned. As if any of that matters.</span>impossible songshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06220130689715302729noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2550077884288049455.post-44437473192424444312016-11-14T18:15:00.000+00:002016-11-14T19:32:52.474+00:00Wormwood<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">To my fellow conspirators there's not
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Except my strange compulsion to live in
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">It was my sweet hallucination telling
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">So I put the pin back in the grenade
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Now Trump and Farage hang from
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">Now things have settled down again
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">We surrendered all our fortitude for
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;">They said “you've won the day” but
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">By the time I'd reached the safety of the road I was in pieces. Soaked with sweat, limbs turning to jelly, my mind racing, thoughts flashing here and everywhere, pulse racing and I was (possibly but I'm not sure) jabbering. There was so much going on inside my head that I was unsure as to what was inside or outside. I threw myself down onto the grass verge, exhausted and buried my head into the cool, wet green as if it was some sweet anaesthetic. Something to douse the fear and the slowly growing pain that was building following my encounter. "Don't you be going up there alone", that was the warning from Bob the old shepherd last night in the pub. Now his words were ringing in my ears. How had he known? What had he seen? How many others? Of course I'd laughed, full of Dutch courage and scepticism and not really caring. At that certain age when you feel invincible and eternal, strong and rational enough to deal with whatever comes your way. Well that was last night, last life even. The watershed had been arrived at. I wasn't laughing now.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">I seemed to sleep or drown or fall for the longest time, no sense of day or night, just hugging the ground, curled up in some foetal recovery position, still and silent. Rain was falling, steadily damp, soaking me with an electric warmth and a cloak of sterility. Forcing me to wake and face the truth of my situation. It was then, groggy and still in some pain that I heard the voice...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">I looked up, a child stood before me. Looked like a boy of about seven I think, it was hard to tell. The first thing I noticed were the shoes, girls' Mary Jane shoes, one brown, one black and on the wrong feet. The child looked down on me as I struggled to move and to get up onto my knees. Daylight was breaking and the mist was sheathing all around. There was just me and this strange figure in a ghostly wilderness. Neither of is spoke we just stared at one another. I thought I must be in shock and that this was another hallucination, another mask, some kind of trick of the mind. This whole experience was unreal and things had stopped making sense. The child spoke again.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You look lost...I know how that feels, I think that I may be lost."</span>impossible songshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06220130689715302729noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2550077884288049455.post-3319597292476656322016-11-01T19:53:00.001+00:002016-11-01T19:53:01.946+00:00Space<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><b>Space: </b>Well it is kind of bottomless and may appear empty but frankly I think you'll find that there is quite a lot going on. I do however say that from a rather earth bound perspective but there's a lot of scientific fact and even more speculation you could pick up from we humans. Why there are books, films and fantasies and all sorts of theories. They kind of crash into one another all the time, you may pick sense the jumbled signals. We've only been so far physically, we create space junk in our own back yard easily but we can see and hear beyond the immediate area ... Anyway hope your OK and lookout for that star at the bottom right. That's the one from the Old Grey Whistle Test.</span>impossible songshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06220130689715302729noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2550077884288049455.post-30904906931171427542016-08-06T02:42:00.004+01:002016-08-06T02:43:32.418+01:00Too good to be true<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">It was an error of judgement, a big one and I did not foresee the consequences. It's true that we had had our difference, what couple doesn't? We quarrelled and came and went our separate ways but I didn't expect it to end like this. You see she caught me out, clean as a whistle, fare and square. OK, it was all about me, all my fault and money was involved. We had some savings, not a lot but the start of a nest egg towards a decent house. That was the plan and the money was ring fenced, we avoided touching it and simply added to the pot when we could. There were no withdrawals. That was the rule and I broke it, but even today, after all the pain and grief I think I was right, I just failed to explain myself properly. I thought I could use a bit of a short cut to get the money to grow and of course if a thing seems too good to be true it...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">So I'm out one afternoon, enjoying a cool beer in one of local bars when this Australian guy comes in. He's a little younger than me, he was a bit of a swagger, a glint in his eyes, he's a traveller and looks streetwise. He does a full 360 around the bar, checks out the doors and exits, checks out the other customers, none of whom, other than me are paying any attention to him. There's sports on the TV, some side bets are going down, there's some animation in the other corner and at the bar two old guys are firmly holding their glasses and talking in low voices. I'm on my own at a table just being, well vacant I guess, like I had a dumb sign on my head that pointed that fact out to everyone entering. Here's the vacant guy spinning out his beer time. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">I realised that the stranger was Australian when opened his mouth to order. He had a loud voice, joshed a little with the barman and pointed to the glass beer fridge and chose a bottle, quickly paid and then turned around again and caught my glance just as I was moving it from the TV screen to the doorway. "Mind if I join you?"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">I nodded, didn't respond with the obvious joke and he sat down opposite me and poured his beer carefully into the schooner. No space invasion anyway, I took that as a good sign. He looks me straight in the eye then...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You look a good 'un, I'm wondering if you'd be interested in what I like to call `safe speculation`. You see safe speculation is all about making a small investment in a project that will very likely result in a small profit for little or no risk. Of course the bigger the investment the greater the final return."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Are you kidding me? Two minutes in a pub and you're trying to con me with this "speculation" garbage."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Whoa, no con here, no garbage. This isn't a scam, I'm completely on the level but it so happens that I make my way in the world by using money to make money, that's all."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Well I'm pleased for you but I'll give you a tip, don't walk into a strange bar and start up some cold conversation about easy money, nobody is going to buy that."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You know that's what everyone tells me. You see I do this often, every day, maybe twice or three times. But the thing is, my way really does work, that's why I'm here talking to you, this is how I operate and it works...for all parties involved. We all make money, we all win."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">I grinned and nodded, he knew I wasn't at all convinced.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Look I used to work in a store and everyday this guy would come in and but two bottles of Coke and five cigars, cheap ones. He was a bit of a shabby dresser, looked like he'd a low paid job in some office in town.He'd usually be chatty about the news or something, he was pleasant and ordinary and he'd then head off to work or somewhere, I don't know. But one day he didn't come in, and another and of course I wondered what had happened, was he on holiday or sick or even dead? Well I asked around and no one knew a thing...wait WTF!"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">Then this girl comes in, she's screaming something, she drags me outside and begins slapping me around with a bunch of flowers. It was clearly a case of either mistaken identity on her part or amnesia on mine.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Plop! We fell from space, some black hole somewhere. There was a lot of interference on the screen. The crew may have passed out for a few moments as we crossed over. We were treading continents. This you see is our version of space flight, it's not really the way it's portrayed in your films and sci-fi books. They tend to glamourise it with flashing lights, blue stars, great jumps in speed and some shuddering. That's not how it is for us. It's simpler. We didn't really develop the technology, no, we stumbled on it, well our forefathers did and they're long gone. So far gone that we've almost forgotten them and how you actually do things. You see when we want to travel we just get into the vehicle, twiddle a few controls (and there is voice actuation) and we just drop through space and then we land here or someplace like it. It's that simple really, we move ourselves using the device and drop, so we plop and find ourselves elsewhere. Getting home is tougher, we've yet to perfect all that.</span>impossible songshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06220130689715302729noreply@blogger.com0