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Raging Monkey - Part 2
Raging Monkey – Part 2
Dennis didn’t look too happy today.
We’d just had a delivery that was sat on a pallet in front of the job. It was a cold December and snowing. He was looking hard at the pile of boxes that was taller than him, accumulating a peppering of snow. I went out to give him a lift to load it inside.
“Come on Dennis lad! let’s get this sorted!”
My attempt at enthusiasm was falling on deaf ears. He was…
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Raging Monkey – Part 1 — Mike Walsh – What The Mop Lady Saw… “You away on holiday this year Dennis?” I threw the question over my shoulder, making conversation as I carried a sheet of plywood into a building with Dennis, a five foot five ball of varying degrees of angry Scouse.
Raging Monkey - Part 1
Raging Monkey – Part 1
“You away on holiday this year Dennis?”
I threw the question over my shoulder, making conversation as I carried a sheet of plywood into a building with Dennis, a five foot five ball of varying degrees of angry Scouse.
The height difference made it difficult as the board tended to have a lack of control as he tried to lift it to a height that matched my own. It wavered and bobbed along…
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Ripping Yarn
There is something definitely satisfying about the sound of tearing fabric. Either the slow, gradual rippppppp, or the swift, rapid tear, both paint an definitive image in the mind.
The old Laurel and Hardy films were, and still are favourites of mine. There is so much conveyed in those movie shorts, originally through expression, but even more so with the advent of sound. That satisfying…
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Ben's Itch.
Ben’s Itch.
“Have you noticed Ben scratching more often at the moment?”
Came my daughter Holly’s query over the phone.
She had taken Ben the family dog to stay with her for a couple of days. My wife was working nights so it meant Ben wasn’t going to get a decent walk until she finished this three night shift. Ben is a rescue dog who we have had for six years.
We picked him at the dogs home after some…
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Razzle Dazzle
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Great Balls Of Fire
Great Balls Of Fire
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The Fiddler Plays A Tune
The Fiddler Plays A Tune
“Honest Mike. I think that man on the top balcony hasn’t got any clothes on! He’s got his legs wide open!!”
Jane was plainly scandalized. It wasn’t stopping her furiously trying to see over her book though.
I was still lost in the haze of heat, part stupified and half asleep. Facing the opposite direction, I only managed to open one eye and roll my head over my shoulder for a obligatory glance.…
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Fiddler On The Balconey
Fiddler On The Balconey
‘Who’s that on the top balcony? I haven’t see them at the pool yet. Are they new?”
Jane’s question reached me through my comatose state me. I cracked open one eye to peer at her and weigh up whether or not to move. She was facing the balcony she was staring at while I was lay in the opposite direction. I was sprawled in an almost stupor in the afternoon heat, only moving to shift my sun-bed…
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The Dating Game..
This will probably be one of my shortest blogs. I must add that most of what I write about is true and matters to me or has had some significant impact upon me.
I try, I mean really try, to paint a picture of other peoples lives in the most understanding, reflective way that I can. I often surprise myself with the dawning insights I discover as I write about particular stories, how easy it is…
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A christmas Thought..
I haven’t written a great deal this year. To say it’s been full is an understatement. Amongst other significant things my eldest daughter has completed her journey through university and landed on the other side a qualified Speech Therapist. She can now gently, but firmly, berate and correct my speech deficiencies as a professional rather than an amateur. Her final dissertation only reflected…
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A Babys Arm
Babys Arm
In the film Pulp Fiction, there are particular scenes where various characters intermittently come into contact with a briefcase of some importance. Each time the case is opened, the camera is situated in front of the person who currently possesses the expensive, leather trimmed hold-all, so that you are looking at their faces as the lid is raised.
Their eyes widen, as their faces are bathed in…
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Razzle Dazzle
Growing up in the 70’s has quite distinctive memories for me. There was a certain visual flavor to that period for a small boy. Attitudes, clothes, and from a kids perspective, toys even more so stick in my mind.
Everything seemed garishly bright. Or patterned like a carpet, so you looked like you were wearing a weave people could wipe their feet on.
My (purple) Raleigh Chopper bike that I…
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Sleepless in Rotherham - Part 2
Sleepless in Rotherham part 2
My back was killing me. I just couldn’t get straight. It felt like it had a knot right in the middle of my spine. How I felt was reflected in the others as I hesitated before entering the pub where we were staying, looking back across the street at them making their way towards me. They were all in distorted shapes.
It was like watching a cripple convention on a walk-about..
Looking further…
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Sleepless in Rotherham
Rotherham
We were sat around the bar in the pub nursing a beer each, exchanging glances then rolling our eyes back to the ceiling, listening to the rumble of an argument going on above our heads.
It was just the start of the evening.
I have to admit, I hesitated about writing this one. Not that it was a terrible situation. It was just that I was trying to work out how I could actually portray the…
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Going Dutch
House!
“We want to give ourselves up..”
Was what the officer heard over the phone along with the name.
“What? Speak up please sir.”
The voice continued slightly crackly over the line.
“Yeah. We’ve been thinking about it and we want to hand ourselves in.”
There was a mental reshuffle from the policeman sat behind his desk in Bradford as the name registered. He stared into the air…
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Timmy's Magic Box
Timmy’s Magic Box
Timmy's Magic Box.
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