This is written for my dad, who passed away at 51, two years ago today.
Last Father’s Day
They used to be big, strong hands,
Now they’re wasted, bony and skinny.
Hairy, gnarled knuckles,
with freckles all over,
Wide, flat nails stained by nicotine.
The skin yellows as his body fails.
They shake as he rolls a cigarette,
perhaps the last one.
In his smoky living room that now
smells of medicine and sickness.
Liquid morphine is sticky on the table top.
“Dad, why did it have to be so quick?”
“It’s not that quick.
Packet fags are faster, I guess,
but I prefer roll-ups.”
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Welcome to Things I Found Out of Place in a Supermarket! So, after some searching, I found my first photo that I thought lost! This was taken in Lidl, Yoker (that’s in Glasgow), the picture is of an empty Pepsi Max can sitting on top of a stack of paper towels. I think this is […]
Sometimes it’s so hard to write. Just to put pen to paper – and that’s even more difficult than putting fingertips to keyboard, you can’t easily delete mistakes or sentences you don’t like – can be a real struggle for me. I used to be quite prolific; fanfics, daily LiveJournal posts… Now my followers are lucky if they get more than one Tweet a day.
I don’t quite know what happened to my muse. Did it abandon me? Did I do something to offend, maybe write the wrong pairing one time? But then I prided myself on writing ‘rare’ pairings (such as they are in my fandom, where anyone from anywhere and anywhen in time and space can hook up with only minimal hand-waving), so if it objected to my weird fandom match-making then it’s only got itself to blame.
So, it’s not here much anymore. Fleeting visits, and usually not long enough for me to get out anything of any substance. I’ve even let my blog languish since Guy Fawkes Night; how terrible is that? I’m very sorry for leaving it so long.
So, to take an attempt at rectifying this dreadfully wordless situation, I intend to take part in a challenge called 100 Things. There are many things I could find one hundred of to post about, and I perused this list of suggestions for a long time, but I finally decided on ‘Things I Found Out of Place at a Supermarket’.
Unfortunately, my first photo was taken while the memory card for my camera was still in my computer at home, silly me, and I can’t find it on the camera to upload it… I don’t know if the picture even successfully took, or if it vanished into the creepy Kodak ether. So this is more of a ‘Watch This Space!’ post. There will be pictures here, of stuff that’s been misplaced on the supermarket shelves (my definition of supermarket may be quite loose, depending on availability of photo opportunities; it may stretch to Superdrug or Poundland), and to fulfill the not-quite-promise of attempting more writing, I may comment briefly on them. I hope you enjoy the dose of randomness that comes with viewing a photo of a banana on top of a pack of toilet paper. I can’t promise to find that exact photo op, but I’ll try.
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This is the first time I’ve been able to see so many fireworks from my home. I remember being about ten or eleven years old, and being stuck in the house with an ear infection while Fireworks Night went on without me – another Saturday as it happens, because I remember that Noel’s House Party was on the television 🙂 I could only see a few fireworks from my bedroom window, and I could hear a few of them, but then I was living in a fairly small town where one of the only firework displays was the one put on by the local firefighters.
When I was a teenager, we lived near a big hill that people would flock to on November 5th to try and see the whole town’s firework displays going off. We tried to get there once or twice, but it was always packed and we could never see anything.
Now I’m living in my own flat, at the top of a hill overlooking most of Glasgow, and it’s incredible. The city council’s firework display hasn’t even started yet, but the whole town is alight with sparkles and bursts of fire. It almost sounds like the town is under fire, says my brother. I can see where he’s coming from, with the high pitched whistles followed by loud bangs, but the difference is in the crackling, fizzing noises and beautiful, multicoloured sprays of light.
The best firework display I ever saw was set to music: I specifically remember an instrumental version of Enrique Inglesias’s Glorious, and the 1812 Overture, which works really well with fireworks.
I can’t wait until the big display starts, it’s going to be epic.
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Last year, my girlfriend strong-armed me into watching the entire series of Strictly Come Dancing. Aaaaand, I got a little bit hooked.
So this is me live-blogging Strictly Come Dancing, Series 9, from Saturday 15th October. I haven’t live-blogged before, so here goes!
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