We could stay here and meditate
Should not be feeling so irate
Stats and lies only agitate
No more fools to impersonate
The youth would not be in a state
If we taught them love instead of hate
Give them room let them see their fate
Show them how they can demonstrate
Teach them not to discriminate
Then let them grow and gravitate
We’re only here to mediate
There is still time so don’t be late

Is knife-crime linked to poverty?
Where did we lose our sanity?
Why should we keep our dignity?
Do we want more equality?
Can we hide our animosity?
What happenned to the honesty?
Is Them and Us reality?
How about a nice cup of tea?

The youth will need more unity
Add a drop of hilarity
Before they find their destiny
And head off to Infinity

I was reading a newspaper yesterday, and I got to the “Classified Section” of the paper ( I think it was that Bombay Mix with the December 2009 sell by date, that I scoffed the night before) where one can view the latest people to have died, some peacefully, and some suddenly, although I think that there should be some limit, age wise, for someone to have died suddenly. Once one hits the three score and ten age mark, anything after that is NOT sudden. I know that there are people in their 70’s, & 80’s that are still working, or are very able people, but, if you go to church, on a Sunday, you will see a great deal more old people than young people. Some of them may well be just going to church, because they’ve got one foot in the grave, and are covering all their bets, just in case there really is a God, and at least they can say to Peter, that they went to church on a Sunday. I’ve digressed from what I wanted to do here, but just to remind all the coffin dodgers out there, 70+ not sudden.

I then came across the Accommodation To Let page, and noticed that a lot of the landlords ( and Land Lady, of course, I have kept LandLady in the singular context, because there is only one LandLady) don’t want DSS to rent their property. Why? I know not, however, they may find it a bit difficult, in the current economic climate, to find someone suitable. One entry stated that only non-smoking, God-fearing, single, working Gents, who are heterosexual, clean living, non-drinking and have no pets need apply. Firstly I had to look up heterosexual, not the meaning, but the spelling of heterosexual, although the meaning is  …Sexually oriented to persons of the opposite sex.  I got a bit side-tracked, and started looking up other meanings. Did you know that monogamy is not a type of wood? I never, well Oh yeah, sorry got lost there./ Right emm, oh yeah the ad for the accommodation to let, well I don’t think that person/gent exists anymore, in fact I doubt very much if he ever did, a working gent? Huh, yeah right….

Thank you very much for coming to this neglected little piece of the Blogosphere, that is my Virtual Home, and reading this thing that I do, in this place that I do it in. Now, have we learned anything by coming here today? Monogamy is not a type of wood? Sorry I still can’t get over that. I’m gonna check with the Oxford Dic. to make sure aboot Monogamy. While I’m there maybe I’ll check to see why Jews don’t like my Genitals, and maybe, just maybe, I’ll find out, and if I do, I’ll let you know.

Maybe it’s just the hoodies that they don’t like, and not all Genitals, you know they have a crew neck sweater on their man-bit ( that’s penis for all you grown up people out there, although I doubt many grown up people come here) and others have a Hoody on their Willie. Just a thought Cheery…. 

I’m pretty sure that most of us have cheated at some point in our lives, it could be cheating at cards, cheating in sport, and lots of others that I can’t think of just now. Oh wait, there is one more that I remember, cheating in love and marriage. There are different views on love cheats, a man cheating with another woman, is thought of as a Romeo, or a scallywag, however the woman is called a slut, or a whore, and many others that I could, but won’t mention.

There was once a woman who was married for a number of years, she wasn’t still madly in love with her hubby, but she cared about him, and possibly thought that *It’s better the Devil you know, than the one you don’t* This woman who I’ll call Carly-Jean, or CJ for short, got a promotion in her job, and it was the job she always wanted. CJ then had to work alongside outside contractors, and was a woman in a mostly, male world. She got to know one of these men, who we’ll call David John ( DJ) very well and they shared their problems with each other, and got to know each other intimately, although how far that went I do not know, I have heard rumours but won’t condemn someone here. The male DJ, was telling CJ how his ex-wife had been hitting him, and accusing him of having affairs with other women, which DJ told CJ were NOT true. He then got a divorce from her, and met another women, who he was living with at the time, however she is making his life a misery by asking him where he is, and what he is doing all the time, and after a period of time she also called him a Cheat, and this was causing DJ so much stress that he had to go to the Dr. and get some medication to help him cope with life. Now CJ ( the woman) hearing all this felt very sorry for DJ, because she had always thought that he was a very nice man, he went to church every Sunday, was always smartly dressed, and  doesn’t drink very much, a non-smoker, and looks after himself, by going to the gym etc.

A few weeks  passed and CJ & DJ could only find time to email, and text each other, but they did meet through their work, and DJ told CJ that his female partner had thrown him out onto the streets, and he was living in his office just now. Well CJ felt so sorry for poor DJ, and she then gave him a big hug, which then became a kiss, and eventually they had sex with each other. After a short period of time( a cooling off period?) DJ told CJ that his female partner had let him back into the house to stay, and he informed CJ that it would only be a temporally arrangement, and he is in the spare room, and not sharing a bed. ( this was found later to be untrue)

A few months passed and DJ & CJ were catching brief moments with each other, some more intimate than others. Then the sh*t hit the fan. CJ saw DJ kissing another woman intimately. She ran away and burst into tears, because the penny dropped. DJ was not the innocent party in all his fights with female partners, and what they accused him of, (having affairs with other women) was in fact true. She then went home and her husband was on the ‘phone to someone. It was the female partner of DJ telling Hubby all about DJ &CJ.

This story may, or may not be true. There could be no DJ, CJ, or other women involved, but I’m sure that, through time, we have all known a DJ, or CJ, maybe not a relative or friend, but someone we know of.

Trust

What is trust?
Who can we trust?
Can we trust our loved ones?
Can we trust each other?
Do we need to earn trust?
Can I trust you with a secret?
Can we trust our police force?
Can we trust our political masters?
Can we trust what we hear?
Can we trust our eyes?
Can we trust the camera to never lie?
Is trust very important to you?
Without trust what do we have?
Can we trust our landlords?
Can we trust our children?
Can we trust our friends?
Without trust, there can be no friendship.
Without friendship, there can be no trust.
Do you trust me?
Is trust the most important factor in a relationship?
I trust that you will forgive me this one time

Cheery…

On the snow covered wilderness, that is the Tws Croft, I could see someone or something in the distance. Whatever it was, it was getting closer, and closer, until.
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T’was a cold night in Thewhitesettlers Croft, they had no peat to put on the fire, then someone, or something rang the doorbell, which shocked Tws, as they did not have a doorbell, as Getoffthe ( the faithful dog, although she is technically…) drew the short straw, she went to open the door, then to her surprise, nay shock, her eyes looked upon …………………..

@Twas the day before Christmas past………………………….
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http://www.sweatband.com

I was driving along the the Internet highway, as I have done on numerous occasions before, and was just cruising through some of the back streets, when a sign hit me ( it never actually hit me, how could it? Virtual or real?) it read “Is This Your Wife/Mother?” I thought that I would investigate, just in case it was Herself, or Mammasettler. As I was awaiting this site to upload onto my PC, I was wondering who could possibly make a website like that. The Salvation Army? They’re always good for re-uniting families, finding lost children. Maybe the Police? It is possible that they have found wives and mothers wandering the streets not knowing who they are, or where they come from, and they made this website “Is This Your Mother/Wife” to try to locate the husbands & sons.  However I was stunned to see that it had nothing whatsoever to do with wives or mothers that had gone missing, or were in the care of The Salvation Army. This was a website where wives and mothers removed items of clothing and performed a multitude of different sexual acts. I was in a state of shock, thinking that these Ladies could be a wife and mother. Then as I tried to exit this website, a 30 second video trailer popped up on the screen. It was of adult content, then towards the end of the 30 seconds I looked at the face of the “STAR” of this movie ( there was too much going on elsewhere, which is why it took me so long to notice her face) and it looked very familiar to me. I thought about it, then decided to play the clip again ( for identification purposes only though) that is when I thought that I should have known what kind of site this was, as the video clips were from a site, aptly named, “F*CK-U-TUBE” So as I was watching the video clip again, I tried to concentrate on the face of the Lady ( not an easy thing to do, as there was so much crammed into a 30 second clip)  but was having difficulty. I then decided to watch it one more time ( again only in the interest of identifying the Lady ) this time I would turn the sound up, listen to anything she was saying, and maybe hear an accent, to assist in the identification. I turned up the volume, then clicked on the play button. She was uttering noises, but it was very hard to make out any distinguishable accent from words such as “OH MY GOD” and “OH YES, OH YES” I then decided to play the video clip again, only this time with my eyes shut, so that I would be able to concentrate on the voice, and not all the other things that were going on. I did manage to keep my eyes closed, after another 3 or 4 attempts, then I knew who this woman was. However I will not be spilling any beans, not on this blog anyway, because if that is what floats her boat, that is up to her, it is not for me to judge, although strictly it would be a 9…

Local news……… Dodgy Dave has decided to appeal against his conviction for selling fake Rolex watches. He is defending himself, and will be trying to plea-bargain his way out of jail. His defence will be that he was unaware that the watches were not made by Rolex, and that even if he was aware of that fact, it would have only been ”An Error of Judgement” Well there are lots of people in London, and elsewhere no doubt, having “An Error of Judgement” regarding their expenses claims.

With regard to MP’s expenses claims, what is their salary for? They claim for meals, clothing, transport, television, mobile phones, cars, petrol, 2nd houses, bills, etc. etc. etc. 

Now onto excerpts from the Tws Book of Englishie Lesson thingies.

To, Too, Two.     I have been to the toilet, because I had too much to eat last night. I wiped my bum two times, once up, and once down.

Your, you’re.  Oh your hair is looking nice this evening. You’re just back from the hairdressers.

Of, off.  Stornoway is on the Isle of Lewis.  The Western Isles are just off the north west coast of Scotland

There, their, they’re.  Over there is where they’re going to have their picnic.

Most computers do have a Spellchecker on them. My PC has a Spellchecker on it, but sometimes it is incorrect, or is an American Spellchecker. I use the Tws..Homographic Phonetic method of spelling. It may be unconventional, but it does the trick.. 

That’s your lot today. I’d like to thank you for coming here and reading this thing that I do in this place that I do it in. Have we learned anything today? I don’t know about you, but I learned a few new things anyway……….Cheery…

Those 2 chaps from I’m a Jungle, get the celebrity out of me, that are being charge for killing and cooking a rat, well did they cook a Ratatouille?

The title should really be “Nowhere” I’ve been there a lot, and people from Nowhere are not very lucky on the roads. I’ve often heard drivers say, after they have knocked over a pedestrian ” He came from Nowhere” When I was a teenager ( insert joke here………………….) I often went Nowhere. My mother would ask me “Where are you going at this time of night?” and I’d reply “Nowhere” Well the times when I was feeling in a good mood. If you are trying to do something about the house, maybe repairing the washing machine, and someone may ask you how you’re getting on with the repair, and you may reply “Oh I’m getting Nowhere here” So where is Nowhere? I’m sure that we have all been there at some point in our lives. At school some teachers are often heard telling pupils that if they don’t pass their exams they’ll go Nowhere.

Nowhere has been twinned with Nothing, although it is mostly populated by young adults, as a parent may enquire as to where their off-spring is going out, and to do what? The answer is often “Nowhere and Nothing” If you have Nothing and come out of Nowhere, will you still get a ride in the ambulance to the A&E? Where is Nowhere? What is Nothing? Have you been to Nowhere? Is there really Nothing to do, and Nowhere to go? Is this weblog posting going Nowhere? Will there come a time, maybe not too far away, when I will have Nothing, and be going Nowhere? Oh maybe, just maybe I’m already there ????

Why do I torture myself so much? Day after f*cking day, I don’t know how long I can keep going on like this. I’ve thought, over and over, about how to change things in my life, but not enough confidence to go out there and do anything. Just wish that I could be of use somewhere. Anywhere that will have me. I’m just “The Baggage” here in this place. I see everybody going on with their lives, going  to work, socialising, and all that sort of stuff, and I’m green with envy, I never, ever thought that there would come a day that I would really, really, miss being at work. I never liked work, but knew that if I wanted things in this life, I had to go out and work for them. At this moment I’m so f*cking down. I’ve heard people say that when you reach the bottom, the only way is up, or that things can only get better. Well let me tell YOU PEOPLE “THERE IS NO F*CKING BOTTOM!”You just keep on falling, or sliding down until you finally die. Maybe that is where the bottom is? Can Death be the bottom?? Maybe being dead is better than being alive? I certainly think that being dead is a whole lot better than the way I’m feeling just now. I need to do something, but I don’t know what? Everything I do or touch turns to sh*t. You never hear any dead people crying, maybe I am dead, because I don’t think anybody here hears me crying. I just don’t know what to do. I could swallow a whole bunch of pills, but I’d only f*ck it up, and end up being worse. I don’t want to kill myself, I just want a little bit of joy, a little bit of happiness, is that too much to ask? I don’t wanna keep doing this anymore, coming here venting all my pent-up emotions, I don’t wanna keep living like this anymore, I don’t wanna keep crying anymore. I don’t want sympathy, just some help, or do I have to do something as a “Cry for Help?” Before I get help? Maybe tomorrow I’ll feel better, maybe tomorrow I won’t be here? I don’t know why I’m doing this here, I do this a lot, but don’t usually publish it, maybe this time I will, but I know that other people will read it, and will make my life even more miserable. What the f*ck am I supposed to f*cking do though?

Another day ahead of me. I was in a lot of pain this morning, trying to get out of bed without disturbing Herself is getting more, and more difficult as the days go by. Trying to do some exercises today. I’ve read, in numerous articles, that exercising is the best way of releasing the good endorphins.  Below is what some people believe that these Endorphins do.
This was from this web address  http://www.naturaltherapypages.com.au/article/Exercise_Endorphins
If you believe in all that stuff then knock yerself out, because ME, I think that it is pure, unadulterated pish. But that’s just my view, I exercise quite a lot, well as much as my body will allow me to, and I don’t feel happy ( That is, I don’t feel exhilarated, and not one of those 7 vertically challenged little guys, that helped Snow White) after exercise, I feel knackered, and if I had a gun, I’d shoot myself with it to stop me doing anymore exercises. So that’s Endorphins for ye then. Apart from the ME, the constant back and leg pain, the internal fighting between my brain and my body, the depression that comes and goes as it chooses, and the general day to day sh*t that life throws at me, I’m doing fine….

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Endorphins are one of the latest buzzwords when it comes to exercising but what are endorphins, and why do we need them?  Read on to find out more about these bringers of a natural high.

The traditional benefits of exercise have been to improve and maintain physical fitness, as well as helping to prevent diseases such as high blood pressure, heart disease, and diabetes.  However, exercise is also great for your mood.

What are Endorphins?

Exercise decreases the stress hormones such as cortisol and increases endorphins.  Endorphins are the body’s natural feel good chemicals, and when they are released through exercise, your mood is boosted naturally.  As well endorphins, exercise also releases adrenaline, serotonin, and dopamine.  These chemicals work together to make you feel good.

Endorphins are defined as hormone-like substances that are produced in the brain and function as the body’s natural painkillers.  During exercise, these endorphins are released, and this can produce feelings of euphoria and a general state of well-being.  The endorphins produced can be so powerful that they actually mask pain.  Physically active people recover from mild depression more quickly and physical activity is strongly correlated with good mental health as people age.

Types of Exercise to Release Endorphins

The best type of exercise for improving your mood is cardiovascular exercises and aerobics.  This is because vigorous exercise helps to release the chemicals necessary for the mood-raising high.  Yoga is also great as it reduces tension and stress while improving the mood.  It focuses on stretching, breathing, and motion that release negative emotions in the body.

How long do you need to Exercise to Feel the Benefit?

Even if you only exercise for a short period of time, your mood will be improved.  Just ten minutes of moderate exercise is enough to improve your mood, your vigour and also decrease fatigue.  However, to obtain all the benefits from exercise, not just the mood improving aspects, you should do at least 30 minutes of moderate exercise every day.

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Maybe the Endorphins in my body have gone to sleep? Maybe I’ve used all my Endorphins? Like there are no more Endorphins left in my body, could that be it? Oh so many unanswered questions, and even if I do get an answer to my questions, it’s not usually the answer that I’m looking for. Anyway better get back to my daily routine, maybe try to coax one or two Endorphins out of their little hide-out, if indeed they are still within my body.

That’s it then, if you’ve been educated, or if you’ve found something interesting by reading this weblog posting, then, I suppose, it has all been worthwhile. Thank you for coming here, and reading this thing that I do in this place that I do it in. Cheery…

One day at a time. Be positive.

Letting it all out. It’s NOT all about ME

Not looking for love, but needing a friend

I was of the understanding that banks were being more frugal with the monies that they have, or, as in some cases, don’t have. Now over the years the banks and I have not been seeing eye to eye with each other. It goes back to a time when I was a mere lad with too much money to spend, then the money stopped coming in, but the mere lad ( that’ll be me again) that I was, I did not adjust my spending habits. This is where the Red/Black colour blindness excuse sounded good in my head, but not in the heads of any bankers.I did, as one would expect, run up a bit of an overdraft. I did, shortly after finding gainful employment, but not in the same country as the Bank. I did make an effort to pay back all the monies that I had spent, that was borrowed from the Bank without their permission. Being young, there would be one or two weeks, here and there, that I decided not to pay off my arrears and spend the money on something that I thought would be more beneficial. The Bank kept sending me letters each payment that I missed, and, you’ll never believe this, charging me for sending the letters. Did I ask them to send me a letter reminding me that I missed a payment? No I did not, because I knew that I had missed a payment. The amount of monies due to the Bank was actually getting more and more with each missed payment, and each letter sent. I sat in my Bed-Sit in Brighton, looking at all these letters ( I did miss more payments than I made payments, well the nearest Branch of The Bank was miles away) and decided to do something about it, take the bull by the horns, so to speak, and as a 19 year old lad that I was, I went to the pub to give me some inspiration. I inspired myself into a stupor. I awakened the following morning to find that someone had got into my Bed-Sit, and tried to set fire to the letters, but must have had second thoughts and put the lit letters out with the remnants of a curry. A lucky escape I think. I decided to move from my current dwellings, at that time, and share accommodation with a friend, I also thought it would be a good idea if this move was done at a time when the town was not too busy, about 1 o’clock in the morning.

This turned out to be a good move by myself, as the letters from the Bank stopped coming. In fact I never had another letter from the Bank again, so the move of address was beneficial to the Bank as they did not have to keep on sending these costly letters. All of this occurred quite a few years ago, and I have now made my peace with the Bank, and we have agreed that I should only spend money that I have in my account, which is mine, and I won’t spend any of their monies. However it appears that The Banking World have forgiven me for my youthful over-sight, and have given me a credit card ( a move which raised the eyebrows of Herself) Once I use it, they will give me £15 to spend on Amazon, I will go to the Co-op to purchase a Mars Bar, then visit Amazon to get my £15’s worth of goodies, then never use the card again, unless there is a real emergency.

That’s it then, thank you, as ever, for visiting my little corner of the Blogosphere, and I do hope that you will have learned something by coming here, and reading this thing that I do. Cheery…