I crawl,
as a ghost rising, low keen to a winter's day
the wind rush
A beach
flax and sand
cut razor-sharp to
shells
and lowing sky
whips
scudding.
Friday 18 May 2012
Saturday 11 February 2012
Oh my ... 2012
Dear Sheddists,
can it be that cruel January has left us cold and huddled in the grip of an icy, fresh month? It seems an age since my fingers last crawled tortuously across the keyboard of the trusty Victrola, but 2012 it undoubtedly now is.
Time passes fast as the race from middle to old age picks up speed. I am, however, delighted to report the illnesses and general ill-being of the latter part of 2011 now fade into the distance. The turning point was signing up to the services of a personal trainer at the local Health Club frequented by the electrofried clan. Yours truly is now a buffer and fitter specimen than greeted in the New Year.
It is the quintessential pleasure of an English roue to pay a significant sum of money for a tawdry hour of physical exertion that leaves one sore and gasping for breath. The five sessions to date have proved their worth. I have been stretched, weighted, cajoled, massaged ... and most bizarre of all, attacked with an iron-bar. But my shoulder is now almost back to normal!
No longer do I don the speedos to swim in aimless circles, courtesy of an aching right-arm refusenik. My limbs now work in harmonious co-operation to propel me sylph-like through the chlorinated waters toward the opposite end of the swimming pool. Would that all life be like this!
best regards as ever,
electrofried(mr)
can it be that cruel January has left us cold and huddled in the grip of an icy, fresh month? It seems an age since my fingers last crawled tortuously across the keyboard of the trusty Victrola, but 2012 it undoubtedly now is.
Time passes fast as the race from middle to old age picks up speed. I am, however, delighted to report the illnesses and general ill-being of the latter part of 2011 now fade into the distance. The turning point was signing up to the services of a personal trainer at the local Health Club frequented by the electrofried clan. Yours truly is now a buffer and fitter specimen than greeted in the New Year.
It is the quintessential pleasure of an English roue to pay a significant sum of money for a tawdry hour of physical exertion that leaves one sore and gasping for breath. The five sessions to date have proved their worth. I have been stretched, weighted, cajoled, massaged ... and most bizarre of all, attacked with an iron-bar. But my shoulder is now almost back to normal!
No longer do I don the speedos to swim in aimless circles, courtesy of an aching right-arm refusenik. My limbs now work in harmonious co-operation to propel me sylph-like through the chlorinated waters toward the opposite end of the swimming pool. Would that all life be like this!
best regards as ever,
electrofried(mr)
Friday 21 October 2011
They came, they saw, they rioted ...
Do the riots all seem a long time ago? I took these photos on the way to the station the day after the riots hit the Midlands.
I was travelling down to Tottenham, and spent the day just a stone's throw away from where it all kicked off in London. The pubs were all boarded up, expecting trouble. I finished my meeting around 6:30 and emerged onto the street into a large group of hooded black youngsters.
With impeccable politeness they directed me to the right bus-stop to return me to the Tube. Never judge a book by its cover ....
it's all gone pete tong ....
Howdie Sheddists,
hope you've had a good week. Tonight finds me hunkered down before the trusty Victrola with the volume turned past 11. And yet I hear not a lot ....
I woke Sunday morning with a stabbing pain in one ear, which has since progressed to a full-scale infection sufficient to close off the right portal altogether. I'm currently listening to, "Gimme Shelter" in glorious mono-tone, though not I suspect as its makers intended.
To compound matters, I woke on Thursday morning with two bright red bloodied-eyes that made me look like an extra from Michael Jackson's "Thriller" video. Mrs electrofried duly marched me down to the Doctor's to present my less than alluring Spawn of the Devil look for medical inspection. Yet more medication was prescribed, which I now add to the anti-biotics, statins, blood pressure pills, serotonin enhancers and ear-drops.
Oh, and I did I mention I damaged my shoulder muscle six weeks ago. It remains defiantly in spasm despite repeated applications of ibuprofen gels ...
Yours, consoled only with a half-decent glass of Sauvignon Blanc
electrofried(mr)
hope you've had a good week. Tonight finds me hunkered down before the trusty Victrola with the volume turned past 11. And yet I hear not a lot ....
I woke Sunday morning with a stabbing pain in one ear, which has since progressed to a full-scale infection sufficient to close off the right portal altogether. I'm currently listening to, "Gimme Shelter" in glorious mono-tone, though not I suspect as its makers intended.
To compound matters, I woke on Thursday morning with two bright red bloodied-eyes that made me look like an extra from Michael Jackson's "Thriller" video. Mrs electrofried duly marched me down to the Doctor's to present my less than alluring Spawn of the Devil look for medical inspection. Yet more medication was prescribed, which I now add to the anti-biotics, statins, blood pressure pills, serotonin enhancers and ear-drops.
Oh, and I did I mention I damaged my shoulder muscle six weeks ago. It remains defiantly in spasm despite repeated applications of ibuprofen gels ...
Yours, consoled only with a half-decent glass of Sauvignon Blanc
electrofried(mr)
Sunday 18 September 2011
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