Autobiography

Cherry

Rain

Rain is pouring down between the platforms A drum-roll on the metal roof A polishing of rails

The £7.99 Cake.

The £7.99 Cake. At last, I was ready and my young kids and I were just about to leave the house.... I was running late, as usual and my two Toddlers...
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Rant!!!

Rant!!!l Voicemail My Answer to companies that operate a system of buttons to press to get someone to answer the bloody phone. Written as the result...

Monday morning (0725)

Early train again refrain

Legging near to end...2013

It was midnight on the briny fell and the Demons were waiting. Satan had gone off on a Sabbatical and they were eagerly awaiting his return... The...
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Parisian Commute

The first train arrives with a sibilant shussh. Swarm. Your reflection And those of your platform opponents Flicker as though caught inside a...

Mozart, Markets and Myriad Monsters- Munich is invaded by the Krampus

With the dawning of December, Munich put on its Christmas hat, and instantly became magical. Shop windows filled with tinsel and baubles and heavily-...

Events, Tents and Experiments

A continuation of my Year Abroad adventures.
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The Spawn of the Swinging Sixties Chapter Four An Innocent on the Reeperbahn

Introduction An Innocent on the Reeperbahn, the second piece in a series of seventies-themed writings takes place in 1973 and 1974 in a variety of...

Asking For It

The first time I ever had a blowjob was in a forest I was fourteen and I can still feel the earth beneath me The leaves as dry and brittle as my body...

The Spawn of the Swinging Sixties Chapter Three Those Gambolling Baby Boomers

Introduction Those Gambolling Baby Boomers , the first of a series of seventies-themed pieces, tells how I came to be conditioned by my environment...

Motor

We followed the single tracks in a silver Nissan Prairie. We negotiated the past, Sliding into the passing places. Riding faster over the bumps so I...

Coffee Mornings

Brand new estate...brand new mums.

My mentor is joy

My mentor is joy She breaths passion Love and engagement are her actions Over riding my doubt And dissatisfactions My mentor is Joy A fiery lady...

My mentor is joy

My mentor is joy She breaths passion Love and engagement are her actions Over riding my doubt And dissatisfactions My mentor is Joy A fiery lady...

My mentor is joy

My mentor is joy She breaths passion Love and engagement are her actions Over riding my doubt And dissatisfactions My mentor is Joy A fiery lady...

do you like what you read?

trying to find the right verse, from a paranoid twisted brain, trying to find something nice, from a brain box always angry, trying to find something...

One Man In A Crowd Of Hundreds

After years of indifference, the face of a man caught in awful memory, upset carved into his features, pulls me from my everyday and stops me in my tracks, suddenly the world is a different place.
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Frituur

Beer & Chips
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Story of the week

Bystander

Life meant life when I was young and stories started at the beginning with Hen-Len and Chicken-Licken and the sky falling down. I was born to a...
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Gold cherry

My Dad's Birthday

August 12th. It’s my Dad’s birthday today. He’s dead by the way, so I suppose it can’t really be his birthday, can it? Anyway, if he was alive today...
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leggings - foster stuff

A little time after I reached the Ee's, Mr Ee took me to see the other 'foster children'. I had become an icon, the only chlld to be known to be able...

Elegy for a failure

She was a knife Brought to a glow On her mother's stovetop Quick to the quick When cutting was done Through my churned soul

margins

margins i am becoming like a series of pencil strokes; an addendum. squeezed in without thought whilst waiting for the kettle to boil. just a name, left to curl and fray

the big issue 1

charity begins at home.

war dispatch - leggings

It was a breach!
Poem of the week

what I’m not

I’m not the superficial conversations about the rain

Grease on the Pavement

Grease on the pavement, scaffolds pass-by Dust in the eyes from their rusting hulks Past Slutty Cat’s mansion and on to the road Running down streets where traffic is slowed

July 29, 2013

woke up at 6. Tired. Worked yesterday. Had a few drinks over the weekend. Drinking makes my body tired but it helps relieve the stress.

Pup

When you can't understand that we don't know what to do and your throat is raw from fumbling at the vowels - we just hold you. Keep you safe in our warm, amniotic bubble.

July 25th, 2013

I'm really fucking pissed off today. It was one of the managers at my brother's salon that pissed me off. You ask her a question and she's always dancing around.

Figure it out

I cannot carry you, I cannot make you free I cannot break the chains that bind you to the tracks I cannot keep you safe, I cannot hold you back

July 23, 2013

I woke up. I can't remember when I woke up. I went to work at around 12 o clock. I drove to my mother's house and asked her to come with me to work.
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;The Toss of a Coin', Chapter 15 / 2

The last part of the last chapter - the development of Railway Children until I retired as its Chair in 2010.
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'The Toss of a Coin', Chapter 15 / 1

I have put the whole story of the Railway Children on ABC Tales previously - this is an abridged version as a last chapter of my railway autobiography

Another memory

Even though it's been several years since my lost Aunt carried my dad's typewriter from her car my joy will never dissipate.

Another blind man entered our lives; for better or worse!

My story begins with the following ingredients; Blind girl meets blind boy 2 typewriters One steam train Braille books A rehabilitation Centre Love

'The Toss of a Coin', Chapter 14 / 2

Assignments in the Far East, and the Irish Railways and I become Chairman of a number of accident inquiries in the UK privatised railway

I AM

I am Edgar Allen Poe, Jackson Pollack, and Jack Kerouac rolled into one tightly wrapped Cuban cigar. A bit short of a disaster and on the presapus of destruction,

'The Toss of a Coin', Chapter 14 / 1

As BR Transmark's consultant,advising South African Railways during the dismantling of Apartheid and acting as expert witness in a New Zealand court case
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'The Toss of a Coin', Chapter 13 / 3

Mrs Thatcher wants to know 'how many bangs do I get for my bucks', we study the tragic issue of suicide on the railway and look at the impact of privatisation on safety.

Frustrations of life

Just a bit of fun in the sun

'The Toss of a Coin', Chapter 13 / 2

Some examples of the impact of the new safety research and sharing experience with other national railways

A full force gale

There was a guy who once stopped drinking his pills. He very soon discovered that he had quite a lot of energy.

Risk

Waddo i do now, ma?

'The Toss of a Coin', Chapter 13 / 1

A serious chapter on the way BR went about trying to improve safety. How much should you spend to save a life? How do you make such judgements?
Poem of the week

Eighteen Sheets to the Wind

We voted for that.

'The Toss of a Coin', Chapter 12

Train accident at Clapham Junction, and I get involved in the Inquiry and its aftermath - serious issues (and some more personal and embarrassing accidents).

R.I.P

There’s a certain joy, a satisfaction In words text, nothing spoken. A rhythm a flow even pofanity Has place and meaning…a glow Between the lines the harshness

Black heart

I choose not to represent I care not to know The damage my actions May cause to those unknown This lump in my chest Its chambers filled with pride Will lead me wilfully

The Man in your room

Nothing new. Nothing strange nor startling... Just a few simple words and my hearts separates. 'There's a man in his room. Standing up.' Now the horror crashes in and the pealing of bells.