She’s got a ticket to ride – but she ain’t fine!
There are no benefits in this Asian country, she is selling National Daily Lottery tickets.
‘Our House – in the middle of the ??????
Go messing about on the river.
Please! Please! I’ll vote for Mr. F! and I love Donald!
‘Every night in my dreams I see you I feel you that-
Thank Heaven for little girls!!!
Love and peace – john
———‘When the Years Have Flown’
A historical novel set in British East Africa during the Mau Mau Uprising.
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Safiya came into British East Africa as part of a deal with two hundred head of Somalian Boran cattle. Barely two years old, an irresistible imp who couldn’t sit still. Mother unknown! Father unknown! A better life? Maybe? Niel, Sandra and her big brother Joe of Aintree Farm in the white highlands of Aberdare adored her. She grew up on the highveld, free, happy and loved.
Sandra’s early death, Niel’s failing health, foot and mouth, armyworms and then the terror of the Mau Mau changed her happiness forever. Joe took care of it, but he wasn’t safe, marrying John was the best option but Robert stole her heart!
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You speak French, Uncle Sam needs people like you! Ludovic Connod wasn’t ready to fall in love, but he did. Corsica and it’s mysteries. France and it’s secret resistance. The Vichy, the Occupied Zone where mother lived in her elegant apartment using her ‘green joy’ to remain in her past. The OSS. The CIA and it’s shady psychotic substance activities. Berlin, it’s grey cold rain and world of deceptions. Saigon, the ‘Paris of the East’, captivating and fascinating, dragging in people who changed the world. Not because they planned to but because they followed their feelings, good and bad. Silvester the dog and Dennis the Donkey! His father would have loved them. But now he’d had enough!
When you wish upon a star!
Put your arm ’round a friend
Hold them close, not far.
To light up your life
and brighten your day,
To make all your worries
Go away!
Believe in yourself.
Believe in the the truth!
It’s hard to find these days
Fake news has us screwed!
Nice guys don’t win, or so they say
I’m OK with losing!
Have a nice day!
Why do sunsets make you think?
of life, of loss, of love and times,
when wrong roads were taken and bad choices made, when we were young and emotions ran high.
No time for failure, or poor peoples lives, we were the boys , the lads , the guys.
We did not notice. Did not see, what life had in store for you and for me.
Fighting is fun, it doesn’t really hurt, till a bullet hits home or you’ve worn the wrong shirt.
She’s all grown up now, I want her to be,— happy, safe and sensible!
Nothing like me!
A new dawn on a new day, perhaps a little better than yesterday.
But it’s summer, young men want to fight, anything, anywhere to show they’re right!
I’ve got muscles and even a tattoo ‘d’yu see that copper – I hit him too’
You can’t arrest me! I’ve got to go home! Mum says dinner at six! She’ll be on my phone!
Spoke to an immigrant once, he seemed a nice chap, said they’d raped his sister and killed his dad.
But Jim sais they’re bad, taking our money so we gotta protest, sais it ain’t funny.
They’re in a hotel whilst Danny’s sleeping rough, he nicked money from his folks, for a dig, it’s tough!
Job Centre today, they knows I can’t work, bad back, stress and me dog to walk.
Perhaps tomorrow will be better, better than today, but really, deep down I believe in yesterday!
Don’t take this stuff too seriously, it’s just the ramblings of an old bloke! (only for viewers of a certain age)
Yu gotta be young to clean yu bike! To stoop, to squat, to brush, to wipe!
Can’t wait to be older and buy a car
To wash and polish and admire from afar
She’s just had a de-coke, runs just fine, I’ve adjusted the tappets and re-set the time. Lie on the floor and look at the sills, check the exhaust, there’s no hole to fill. New points, new plugs, what more can I say. five hundred quid to drive away!
I’d keep her forever but time moves on! It’s a journey, a hike but yu gotta be young to clean yu bike
I have stolen this place, for now it has gone, once it was cute, but people moved on. The rickety chairs and sloping wood tables, all fine by me, with my meandering thoughts, but not for you and your Trip-Advisor noughts.
Why do you come here and glance at the view, for a moment, a second, a minute or two. Before it calls like an admonishing mum. look at me! Stare at me, give me your thumb. To scroll to, to touch, to boast, to cry, feed me your energy but please keep me dry.
I’m your weapon, your shield, I am what you are. I’m busy, go away, I’m important, I’m loved, can’t you see! Can’t you see.
Oh yes! How lovely, wait just a mo! Take my picture so that I can show. To the world, to my world but especially to Jane. Her husbands a loser, they live down the lane.
Can we go now, I’m bored, there’s only one waiter and he’s got a hair lip. the eggs were overdone, darling don’t give a tip.
Those dogs are a nuisance, begging for scraps licking and sniffing, the wi-fi is rubbish, no google maps.
Shall we move on dear? I don’t feel at ease. My money, the passports, my jewelry ‘et al’
Let’s try The Hilton! Please Darling Please!
The Window.
Readers may be advised to obtain a cursory knowledge from a source such as Wikipedia of the lives of T. E. Lawrence and G M L Bell. C.H. M. Doughty-Wylie VC. and Mrs. L. O. Doughty-Wylie
Evelyn Smith was trapped. Her prison was a Victorian terraced house in a Brewery Town married to Stan, a petty thief who was too smart to get caught. He thought more of his pigeons than her, but required her to starch, his shirts, clean his shoes and be available every night he wasn’t drunk. He didn’t really care about Primrose, or Sally, he wasn’t a ‘family man’.
The manuscript lived in the pantry, it took her to other worlds, made her realise there were men who dreamed, ‘all men dream, but not equally’. Made her want to look upon a land, a vista where there was nothing of mankind. He had, she wanted to.
She joined the library, it was a road to dreams, to a different life, after Dad had died Mom had pulled her out of school to help at home with the washing. She’d loved school, was always top of the class, she never forgave Mom but now she had another chance. London, Constantinople, Anatolia, Iraq and the deserts but there was a price. Sally!
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