Archive | July, 2012

Dream as if you’ll live …

25 Jul

‘Dream as if you’ll live forever and go for it now, because the future is promised to noone.’


You Only Live Once

25 Jul

You Only Live Once

Don’t be fooled by the calendar. There are only as many days in the year as you make use of. ~Charles Richards

Work Fodder Summer

23 Jul

With pupils breaking up for summer and my friends off from their term time contracts, I’m finding it hard to adapt to the fact I’m going to be working the majority of this ‘British summer’. I’m going to have to watch the rare sun out of the office glazed aperture whilst now enduring a ‘proper job’ (9-5, 5 days a week). I’m used to spending the latter part of July and the entire August having self indulgent lay ins until sunset and flip-flop social gatherings.

My valued past time of summer holidays are bare feet, an office attire I cant imagine going down to well and I certainly cant lounge into work in my pants and a baggy t-shirt! An intermittent exercise is ice-lolly chomping which i don’t think will be allowed, although it could be disguised as a frozen glass of squash with a mysterious stick like handle. I may try and convince the hospital board that an onsite NHS funded Mr. Whippy would be a good incentive to keep its staff working, whilst people are out having water fights and wearing shorts (they cannot reply with an artery disease related comment because they have an onsite Burger king)! 

My work uniform will most definitely decline during the summer hours, I won’t be able to resist the crop trousers and the cliché summer fashion tops with my bra straps hanging out. I don’t even like wearing bikinis but now i am forbidden via my contract i now have an urge to raid Primark for a stringy addition, I might substitute my bras with one like a school rebel which wants to wear trainers. The half an hour morning freedom I occupy walking to work I will use to parade the shades, listen to the new 10,0000th volume of ‘Now’ album and expose my knees.

I will be missing out on moulding sandcastles, I detest the shell cinders however when the opportunity isn’t available it makes it appetising cheap excursion. The most frustrating part of my working time table will be lunch because, I won’t be able to set up a pound land BBQ with an Iceland meat multipack.

I wont continue to bore you with more summertime obstructions that I will be facing, I realise I need to forgive office hours and conform to being a working adolescent however, a huge high five to the dedicated bureau, company, department, firm, uniformed bodies.

My only option is to swallow my summer intentions and accept I am work fodder.


Weak Wednesday’s

18 Jul

to begin I am lazy on anyday that ends in ‘y’ (a well known saying, but very true) but Wednesday’s amid the other seven, twenty-four hour era’s  are fallacious and unessersary, alongside March; another indignation of my year. At somepoint someone thought a heptade of days were prevalent. Why has this abomination been allowed to carry on!?… there is no plausible assosiation with nature e.t.c

For most people Monday is the most greweling day, understandable! but Wednesday’s agitate me, bum me out, there is no way out, back or forth. If you take a step back there is just tired Tuesday another hop and mundane Monday, you could recall your Sunday layin- but then Monday was the following day or skip back four days to Saturday when the weekend was at a go or Friday when last week ended, but thats even worse youre almost back to Wednesday the middle of the road.

We are meant to be the most intelligent animals on this planet- our stage- so why do we let ourselves endure such hard work. A six day week would work perfectly fine, there would still be that ‘middle of the road’ day but it would be up to you to decide which one it was.

one positive is it means Friday is two days away, Fridays are paramount.


A place your thoughts become nil and no words exist

17 Jul

A place your thoughts become nil and no words exist

Barbados, East Coast 2012

My word play publicly activated!

17 Jul


I have finally decided to present and share my daily observations I often visualize a way out of reality and find my tongue prickling my lips with wordplay. I have been pondering for years about opening a blog because I have been cowardly incase i would be judged or criticized by other aspiring writers so instead i have been displaying poetry anonymously and having other perform my ‘spiel’. Im not desiring to be acclaimed but maybe influential. Writing is my only apparatus with a purpose which is not contrived that i use to expose my frustration and daily impediment. Some will be visionary, fictional, some other actuality and critical.