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Wednesday, February 26, 2014

A New Morning

Although I realise that this Blog is now private, I think I'll resurrect it and yet carry on as though that audience is still there.

I expect there'll be a few typos, spelling or grammar errors as I'm hoping to type most of it on a Kindle Fire HD.  It won't be easy that's for sure, given the problems typing and seeing what you have typed as you type.  Well, one thing's for certain, it's impossible to type it up in landscape.  There's just not enough display space for the keyboard and the actual blog type.  I must admit though that it reminds me of typing up the early years of this blog on a Psion Revo.  Nostalgia fest.

So, what's changed in the past two years?  Well, I suppose the biggest change has been my Man going into a nursing home:  Ashgrove House on Hollinwood Avenue.  It's most definitely the best solution.  She was wandering at night and in danger of heading outside her sheltered accommodation and not being able to get back in.  Her grasp of the reality around her was becoming tenuous. Eventually, in May 2013, the bullet was bitten and we engaged Social Services.  I have to say, Social Services were wonderful and they made what could have been a very traumatic experience so much easier.  The home itself is wonderful. They provide in house entertainment from singers and musicians, bingo and trips out to sing songs in the spacious lounge and mundane, yet profound (from the inhabitants point of view) and quotidian tasks as folding the washing.  She has regular visits from doctors, opticians and the rest; I should have organised it a year earlier I think.  Still, hindsight eh?  A wonderful thing.

The second big change must be the election of Dearest - she is now a Labour Councillor on Bentham Metropolitan Council.  After many years a semi-active Party member but a member of the National Executive Committee of her Banking Staff Association, she finally took the plunge and stood in a bye-election caused by the death of a long standing Councillor friend of ours.

I must say, she is the best, hands on, constituency Councillor you could ever wish for.  Engaged, positive, innovative, proactive:  a really great servant of the local community.  Mind you, she is my wife and I do love her dearly.  What she can't stand is the manoeuvring, the infighting, the politicking that goes on from dawn till dusk of the majority of the rest of the Chamber.  Plus ça change, plus c'est la même chose.

The third big difference is the change that Littlest has brought to our lives.  What a gorgeous, entertaining, happy (mostly), bright and friendly little boy he has turned into.  He stays at ours overnight most Saturdays and it's a privilege and an absolute pleasure.  He's talkative, has a great sense of humour and has introduced us to so many great Pixar and the rest movies such as Rio, The Ice Age Series, The Shrek Series, Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs and many more.  

He's soon going to have a cousin too as Eldest and Eldest's Darlin' are expecting another little boy due at the beginning of May.  Heady times.  Littlest will be (and is) a United fan whereas Smallest will be enrolled in City's fan club the day he's born I would imagine.  Proper Mancunians.  Love 'em.

And I suppose the fourth big difference over the past couple of years is the succes of the football club I have supported since the 4th February 1967.  Fa Cup, Premiership and hopefully - on Sunday - the Carling Cup.  The Champions League and the Premiership again don't look like they're on the cards, but I'm just thankful for the - mostly - exhilarating football we City fans have been presented with under Mancini and Pellegrini.  Thanks.

I'll have to re-acquaint myself with posting photographs again.  

Anyway, till next time......adios. 
   





Saturday, November 24, 2012

Walking Home

Walking Home by Waka Jawaka
Walking Home, a photo by Waka Jawaka on Flickr.

Office Floor

Office Floor by Waka Jawaka
Office Floor, a photo by Waka Jawaka on Flickr.

Manchester's Central Park Tram Station

Joseph

Joseph by Waka Jawaka
Joseph, a photo by Waka Jawaka on Flickr.

Autumn Leaves Failsworth Park

Manchester's Central Park Tram Station Dusk

Mancunian Skyline

Mancunian Skyline by Waka Jawaka
Mancunian Skyline, a photo by Waka Jawaka on Flickr.

AOTN Jon and Nina

AOTN Jon and Nina by Waka Jawaka
AOTN Jon and Nina, a photo by Waka Jawaka on Flickr.

Gateshead Millenium Bridge

A Dog Bodrum

A Dog Bodrum by Waka Jawaka
A Dog Bodrum, a photo by Waka Jawaka on Flickr.

Angel's Foot

Angel's Foot by Waka Jawaka
Angel's Foot, a photo by Waka Jawaka on Flickr.

Baltic Flour Mill

Baltic Flour Mill by Waka Jawaka
Baltic Flour Mill, a photo by Waka Jawaka on Flickr.

Underneath

Underneath by Waka Jawaka
Underneath, a photo by Waka Jawaka on Flickr.

River Twiss Pecca Falls

River Twiss Pecca Falls by Waka Jawaka
River Twiss Pecca Falls, a photo by Waka Jawaka on Flickr.

River Twiss Swilla Glen Ingleton 3

River Twiss Thornton Force

Thursday, July 05, 2012

Spirit in the Sky

Cameron and Osborne.  Ideologically-driven small-Staters or just buffoons?

Either way the outcome's the same.  LACK OF DEMAND!

That'll be the demand we need to kick start the 'explosion' of private sector jobs the country was promised by the flower pot men in numbers 10 and 11 a couple of years ago.  Yes, a couple of years ago.  Two years and counting and in the meantime, due specifically to the economic policies adopted by Gideon and David, public spending is up and growth is down.  But still they won't tear their eyes from plan A. The 'market' will sort itself out eventually we just have to cut to the bone.  You couldn't make it up could you?

And you know what?  The bulk of the cuts haven't hit home yet - and that's just the ones they've already announced.  Presuming of course that there are no more embarrassing u-turns. 

In the meantime the front bench are doing their insidious best to demonise benefit claimants as much as they can.  Along with their friends in the media those at the bottom of the food chain are categorised as 'work shy', 'feckless' and 'feral'.  Ignoring the fact that the vast majority of claimants have to claim to top up the piss poor wages they receive from the self-same private sector that's going to drag us out of the mire we are in.  The self-same private sector that needs subsidising by the tax payer via tax credits for its employees because it can't/won't pay a living wage.  Still, that's the 'market' for you - skewed as ever towards the feral capitalists at the top of the food chain.

Are we going to have to suffer another decade like the 1930s before somebody, somewhere wakes up to the fact that Plan A isn't working and we are sacrificing a generation on the whim of a couple of multi-millionaires with all the empathy of Pol Pot.

Probably.

A few weeks ago we attended the funeral of a dear friend.  Barbara went relatively quickly - 3 months from diagnosis to the End.  We gave a lift to Tracy and Wallace as they had no transport.  They both joined us for a drink at the wake and reminisced about the past when all of us had been more active than we are now in the Labour movement.  A bitter-sweet afternoon bathed in nostalgia and regret.

Today I attended Tracy's funeral at the same crematorium.  She was 48. 

As we waited to enter I learnt that another lifelong friend has MS.

Don't talk to me of 'God'.

Cameraphone - It's Raining It's Pouring....

Cameraphone - My Trusty, Dusty Bass

Cameraphone - Baffled by Tactics

Cameraphone - Littlest In His Designer Sunglasses