A few weeks ago I found a sweet chestnut tree. It’s hidden in a quiet corner of the cemetery. I came across it as I was following the untouched blackberry bushes and stuffing huge ones in my mouth two or three at a time. Noah hates me eating blackberries. I’m…
Sometime around now
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The new caravan park
I simply couldn’t resist it. Writing a few words about the sneaky landgrab on my local facebook group, it didn’t take long before it kicked off bigtime. The main guy that commented admitted it was him and that he had ‘reclaimed’ unused land in another area of town and made…
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Something for nothing …
The other week I wrote about the tree felling going on in the middle of the night. Turns out It has been Northern Rail clearing the sides of the tracks when they are not live in preparation for winter. The railway line cuts through the middle of the cemetery and…
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Memories that come with music
Continuing on the subject of my latest obsession with selling on Vinted I can advise that Joe Browns fitted sheets, Clairefontaine Pastelmatte artboard, size 10 jeans and Somerset Studio magazines tend to sell within 15 minutes of listing. Mind you I don’t ask a lot of money I just want…
Living well alone
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Big fucking trees
I carted a large Ligustrum Aureum home from B&Q this morning in my seaside stripy trusty trolley. To you and me that’s an evergreen shrub. The largest small tree I could afford and carry. I was on a mission. I’d sold my Sodastream. No gas bottle or pop bottles, just…
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This atrocious government!
I read the news and I despair, again. I have never seen a government so willfully determined to destroy the aspirations of so many people in order to maintain their basic ideologies. They are pulling the carpet out from under the very people that sustain this country. That create the…
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Superwankers
Following on from my post the other night about the hiring of supercars in Keighley, I encountered one walking into town this very morning. It was a lovely shade of Tango orange. Close to the ground with doors that may have opened in a special way. It was a lovely…
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Allowing, allowing, allowing
It’s wedding season again in Keighley. A time of pealing church bells, confetti and bouquets thrown to the bridesmaids. Nope scratch that and replace with car hire and fireworks. Lamborghinis and Ferraris in glorious shades of orange, red and putrid green are the weapons of choice. I witnessed three screech…
The Rearrangement: a modern story
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Amari
Athena pointed to a place down below. ‘Ethiopia’ she said to Amari. ‘A place where the children starve, the women get raped and mutilated and the men play war. They fight over the usual male grievances; sovereignty, land and religion. If they were each given their own piece of land…
Growing Old Wisely
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Erosion of free speech
I shouldn’t read the news because I despair. I shouldn’t take notice of the things I see on social media because it makes me anxious. I should live in a little bubble and protect my mental health. Or I could wake up. Last night in good old Keighley town they…