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Here's to a wee piece-a-peace

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Remembering the dearly departed

on

All Hallows Eve!

 

Perusing and Carousing

There I was, over on Twitter, perusing and carousing...

 

... And whilst I was perusing and carousing, looking back and forth between here and there, I was also a pondering over the stormy seashore, and this is what me pondering came up with: 

 

Retreating clouds revealing blue skies

 

Blustery winds boost waves

Heir to the Chair

I've been a pondering further as to what the new royal heir to the chair would consider as a nom de plumage for a future majestic reign.  

Just because the new baby prince is called George doesn't mean he has to stick with it for ever and ever, for all reality, especially in the event he becomes King.

I kinda fink a King Louis has a real get up and jive sound for tomorrow's monarchy, but then again... who knows. Life is like an unfinished script, always open to interpretation, editing and restructuring. 

It's a Boy!

The whole wide world is talking about the royal baby. He's not been named, as yet, but my money's on Andrew or Michael for the new prince. Mind you, Spencer would be a nice name, too!

What's your guess for this future king? 

I'm In The Mood For Dancing

I have this card that says:

Live your dreams, take a chance...

And never be afraid to dance!

Bernie Nolan and her sisters certainly showed me how to do it...

Colour Me Shameless

Last week, on a train heading home, I latched on to a distant conversation between a pair of Cambridge University students whiling away the miles with general chit-chat about life in and outside of their different colleges. One was on his way home to Moscow, the other a geography student going who knows where, but she thought it would probably include a two week family holiday somewhere in Italy.

After the polite chap had listened intently to the young lady rattle out a few Italian sounding place names he asked if she knew Row-des. 

Nope, it seemed the geography student had never heard of Row-des. 

“It’s the big Greek island”. 

Ahh… That Rho-des! Gotcha, mate! 

The geography student still had no idea.

Through highly experienced powers of deduction and an old fashioned CSE in geography, the answer seemed somewhat elementary. Sometimes it’s not what people say, but the way information is heard that makes the difference in correlating the details with the desired facts. Well, that’s what this wannabe writer and serial eavesdropper who went to the University of Life surmised. 

“The trouble is”, said the geography student, “we don’t actually study where places are”. Obviously… I pondered, as she continued to tunnel her way past the sediment of an unfortunate miss-understanding. 

“Just because we do a lot of colouring in on maps, people think we know where places are.” 

Erm… Just cos I write a lot of words people think I’m writing a book, now where are me crayons?

A Flippant Flash

As the delightful and talented Patsy has gone through the trouble of raising awareness for National Flash Fiction Day, I thought I better do a quick flash:

Now where's the flamin' summer?

Fifty Shades

One third easy reading unorthodox love story; two thirds instruction manual for the unenlightened. 

Mr Grey's "Meet Fifty Shades" perspective, at the end of Fifty Shades Freed, leaves no doubt as to who had the upper hand in a heroine's non-submissive adventures. 

Did I learn anything?

You bet!

If there's a Mr Grey out there for me, he'll come looking for the real me, not the easily led submissive! 

Going Under Cover

Latest mission is to go beyond.

Go somewhere far reaching, further than I've ever been before.

Delving under the covers, for literary purposes only.

I'm told it's guaranteed to stir, induce a tremble, or full on shakes.

Following in the footsteps of woman-kind.

I am about to delve...

... in ...

... to  ...

... the ...

... top-a-the-fillies-lust-list ...

 ... Fifty Shade's of summit or other.

I may be gone some time.

 

DO NOT DISTURB!

May Day, May Day

The sun is shining, there's not a cloud to spoil me view, cos it's smashin'. Smashin' at the coast.  

But as I sit here and ponder, I wonder how many people have called in sick this week with late spring sniffles and the emergence of blue skies to stave off scurvy? Just a pondering, that's all!

Happy May Day. May you have a spring in your step, warmth in your heart and bloomers ready to bloom.

What's Popped in a Pocket?

Or more specifically, what does a cowboy keep in his pockets?

Ha! No need to ponder, I got the evidence right here, and before any accusations start flying, Mister Valance willingly parted with his pants. Before I could give 'em a hot soak and spin, in me laundry appliance, I had to empty his pockets. No such joy on downsizing them, those pants were made to withstand the utmost of turbulences, and I’m sure they been through more beastings than me utility machine could muster.

Anyhow, as I likes to fink I’m a lady, most of the time, I’ll keep me findings to meself for now, but if you want to hazard a guest as to what I may, or may not, have found in Mister Valance very deep pockets, feel free to speculate.

Defrocked

“Do me a favor”, that flammin' Cowboy said, and yep... there was definitely summit missing in his favour.

“Gimme yer dress”, he said. Defrocked, I was, in the blink of a whiskey chaser. I should’ve listened to me mother.

Heavens above don’t even know what he wanted wiv it, but I ain’t too happy at the countless encounters I’m coming across facing the butt of a half cocked weapon pointing at some one else’s mistakes. Now what the hell have yer done wiv me frock, Valance?

Here’s Me Number

Here’s me number, but don’t expect anything more than a hug or a smooch until you’ve enticed me with some food for thought. 

Well, that was a quick summary of a conversation earlier today that revolved around a girlie take on life as a singleton with blinkers on. You see, I been told me flirting abilities are pretty good, but I see the wink, wink, nod, nods as approval to me sense of humour, not a springboard to me boudoir. Being a friendly gal, who tends to dig herself in deep when it comes to the artefacts of life, I’d like a wee bit more spelling out, 'cause I can’t always read the show not tell when its right in front of me. So, me finks its time to take a step back, do a spot a pondering, and see if things get any clearer.  

High ho silver lining, no matter where I roam, this Sunday, the sun has gotta come shining one day!

As Above, So Below

Sitting here finking about the original J.J. Cocker...

I wonder if he's a pondering up above as I'm a pondering down below! 

What Next?

After the rain, sleet and snow comes the sunshine. Yep, it’s sunny down south and I’m planning to ponder out on me perch today. Well, that’s the plan once I’ve started the creative cogs turning with a couple of ideas regarding wireless pursuits.

Thanks to DAB radio, the golden age of wireless has not totally disappeared, and visual nostalgics, even in the pre-pensionable age bracket, still have hands-on memories of space invaders that were at the forefront of a couch potato’s gaming revolution. Life seems to be moving at such a fast pace, today, and leading me to ponder as to what future memories will consist of?

“Do you remember your first download; do you still have it?”

“Where did you buy”; whatever; “can’t remember it was on the internet”!

Whatever is that materialistic immaterial world I see in front of me with school days, first loves and best friends all in the same social media holding tank as brief acquaintances.

Ok, so all this technical gadgetry means we can keep the images, but memories are what stirs the soul and go beyond what the eye can see. Going back, we had inventions and revolutions, now we only have developments based on yesteryear’s breakthroughs. What next for human-kind?

Erm… Me finks I’m gonna take a temporary leave of absence and make the most of the blue skies with a meander down to the beach.

State of Bliss

Whilst pondering on the whereabouts of a State of Bliss, I looked up and out thru the window, and lo and behold, there it was!

Every morning I count meself extremely lucky that I have a picture perfect window. Whatever the weather, as long as it ain’t too blustery, the hatches are opened up every day and I’m more than happy to sit and ponder at the horizon before me. But sometimes, a little something goes adrift and I can never find what may have been displaced, cos I don’t know what I’m looking for, not that I’ve lost anything I really need. Just once in a wee while me senses send me searching.

The question to ponder further is… If I can’t find it, can I live without it? 

When I Started to Write

I started to write

Which set ma wee world striving

But I never thought

Oh no

That the pitching would be so bad

Oh yes

I started to sing

Which started me neighbours crying

Oh if I’d only heard

That me voice wasn’t for humming!

I looked at the sky

Rubbing me hands over me ears

And I fell outta me perch

Hurting me lungs

About things that I’d sung

Till I finally cried

Which started ma wee world laughing

Oh, if I’d only bounced

Then the joke wouldn’t be on me!

That was me a pondering after listening to these sad, but lovely words, sung by Robin Gibb.

And me surmising is no surprise, that those who share the emotions of pain and joy have a heart to share. Just hope I can get that over in me writings. 

Happy New Year 2013

**BANG**

 has arrived.

* Happy New Year * 

Who knows where I'll be this time next year, but me finks it's about time I started putting more effort into scouting for a few frogs to test. 

 With peace, love and harmony.

                              J.J. xxx.