When September Ends.

The clock is rushing towards the last quarter of the year again. Is it me or does it seem to be ‘the days are getting shorter, the days are long and dark, the summer’s ages away’ more than it’s ‘spring time!’ I’m sure Stephen Hawking could explain some clever time dilation theory that would make sense of it all but until I hear it or read it I’m firmly of the belief that time isn’t constant. It’s faster, or we get less of it when we want it; then we have a surplus of time running very slowly when the rain is falling and all we have to look forward to is shite TV, traffic that seems to get worse with low air pressure and snowmen and Santa teddies at the tills in the supermarket – which I’ve already spotted in Morrisons, you stay classy Mozzas!

“Excuse me I’m looking for Halloween costumes and fireworks?”

 “Yes sir, they are in aisle seven next to the reindeer statuettes, the window de-icer, the 2016 calendars and the Easter eggs.”

But to keep us happy our corporate overlords and media capitalists have managed to drag together enough entertainment to keep us from doing a Captain Oates this wintertime, more of the same old brown starfish burps. Downton Abbey, X-Factor (which is actually better scripted as a piece of fiction than Downton), Strictly Come Dancing, Doctor Who, sprinkled of course with over emphasis of such important sports such as the Rugby World Cup and some tennis bollocks that Britain hasn’t qualified for, for seven hundred years but now we have, IT’S THE MOST BESTEST, GREATEST AND IMPORTANT THING – EVER. Especially to people who never talk about tennis but now have encyclopaedic knowledge about everything from the history of rackets to Andy Murrays mums tits. Oh the Christmas countdown has begun with these shows, shows that only exist to force the masses out of the shops so they can close on time with minimal fuss. It’s easier to con the masses into thinking they need to run home to watch this pap, than tell them they simply have to stop shopping and go home, WE’RE CLOSED!

But what is really going on is the monetisation of the season that is Xmas which when I was a kid was a week maybe two when you put up a tree, wrote a list for Santa and then checked the TV Quick (the special two week edition) for what films you wanted to watch on all four of the channels we had back then, it was a simpler time, it was a better time.

If like me, you’re a common, working class, hoody wearing, drinking, poor, scumbag, liberal ass-hole who dares to want a broken leg fixed at the countries cost at a hospital even though you’ve already paid for it, and have a guaranteed 40 hour working week then the idea of spreading the cost of Xmas over many months is actually what we kinda peeps have to do to get by and even when the day itself arrives we’ll have forgotten something that we really wanted to make Xmas just right – like mint sauce or a turkey; or you, as I often do, might look at what you have and think, ‘I wish I was rich, its taken me 3 months to have a Xmas this destitute’ – so I’m certainly not having a go at you with my rant here.

My ultimate quarry is those other more fortunate people, who take the nod from the supermarkets in late September to start consuming and buying and purchasing, and then consuming some more, those assholes who go on and on and on about it, and how much they’ve spent and how much they’ve got left to spend – and then spend you do, again and again and again and more and more and more, buying a gift for someone now and then buying them a better one later and then just having a gift going begging and then wrapping it with little thought for someone you’d forgotten because you never knew your mate Cindy had a new fella so he can have ‘that piece of shit’ that was just right back then for Darla but was overlooked when the even bigger luminous SALE sign caught your eye and you had to just indulge in another blue cross event at Debenhams. Spend, spend, spend. Consuming for the sake of it because it’s what you think people should do, no, HAVE TO DO at this time of year. 90 days of endless shopping and stressing and EVEN MORE shopping and then Costa for a shitty-fucky-cock-a-mocha chino with fluffy marshmallows and sprinkles of YOUR JOYLESS LIFE in seven different flavours of cocoa.

I fucking hate it. Christmas has had the joy ripped out of it and the fact a furry Snowman in a supermarket made me write this blog post in September underscores that fact.

But assholes, keep consuming, keep feeling the need to spend what you don’t have on shit you don’t need and keep buying gifts for people you never see or speak to unless tinsel is clogging the vacuum and the kids are laugh-drooling Quality Street and Hersheys all over a sofa that you barely let people look at, let alone sit on most of the year, cus – it’s Xmas! Give the kids a break until the Vanish and Fabreze is 2 for 1 in January.

When September ends the insanity begins, but when will we all wake up and realise that people are more important than presents? Gimme my loved ones, a bottle of brandy and some good rocking tunes. That’s all I want. That shits achievable all year round. Why wait for this corporate cockfest to force us to do something nice for people we love, rather than worry about people we don’t see or like much of the time? We could just wait until we break up from work and just do what we want, when we want, for a fortnight with the people we love.

Now that’s Christmas, you can shove your sleigh bells and ho, ho, ho’s up your arse for me.

The clock is ticking, the silly season is upon us, just wait until September ends.


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Writing isn’t hard, I’m doing it write, I mean, right now.

But I’ve noticed, especially online there are two kinds of writers.

There are writers.

And there are people who are in love with the idea of being a writer.

Writers. Well they write stuff.

They don’t talk about it.

Writers. Read stuff.

Not gloss over their own words ignoring other writers.

Writers. Write when they earn nothing, they keep writing, because they like writing.

They don’t dream of the big pay day that’ll happen when they start writing but for now, something’s come up.

Writers. Enjoy writing. It’s a pastime, a hobby, something fun, something they feel the need to do because it’s in them. Like some people play the guitar or go fishing.

They don’t sit down for five minutes every two months and force out worthless pap and then consider themselves a writer. ‘This novel is my pay day, 300 words every 8 weeks means I should be getting published and rich in time for retirement, sweet!’

Writers. They see other writers as kindred spirits.

Not enemies or people taking a slice of the pie that is rightfully theirs.

Writers. They don’t expect success but embrace it when the dice land sixes up.

They don’t curse the dice every time they get a two/five. If you roll the dice often you will get sixes up eventually, but you’ve gotta roll those dice more than once a year.

Writers. They know, almost stupid to say, that if you don’t write you won’t have anything at the end of your journey to read.

Rather than talk about the novel that they’ve tried to write before and is in them but just won’t come out. Get some WordLax man!

Oh yeah…

Writers. They edit. Once they’ve written the first draft they edit, they might re-write and then edit but its all fun cus it’s still writing.

Rather than tapping out a few thousand words, off the bat, and expecting it to sound like Shakespeare rather than reading like shit. (re-write and edit folks!)

Well, that’s me for tonight, I’m off to write for fun, and I can do that shit drunk. It’s the only way for me.



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A good summer to start watching cricket.

Most of my life I have scoffed at cricket. I’ve considered it a complete waste of time. “What is the point of a game that lasts 5 days and you are only likely to get tickets for one of them?” I would wonder. It’s not even a ticketing situation where you can sensibly try and buy tickets for the 5th day as the whole thing could be over on day 3, just like it is today.urn

But cricket, once you take a few moments of your time to understand the game, and then uncover a whole vast of statistics and possible outcomes to any given moment during those five days then it really is an interesting and (I can’t believe I’m saying this) exciting sport.

Given today’s 4th test ashes win against Australia in what amounts to a bit over two days, there were still moments of uncertainly. Yesterday afternoon when Australia came in to bat for their 2nd innings and started to notch the runs all of the joy from the previous days dumping of Australia all out before lunch seemed to fall away. And I suppose that is the joy of the game. Even when it looks great, nothing is certain. When you win a test match, you really have won it. England have still had to work hard (although they were essentially in complete control) to take the 4th test and in winning it by an innings they have earned back the Ashes urn that was taken from them so emphatically in Australia in November 2013.

A cricket expert I certainly am not, but it’s great to have a new sport, that I can now understand and appreciate in my arsenal. It’s certainly something to fill those long football-less months during the summer.

Well done England on winning back The Ashes.


Photograph: Nick Potts/PA



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Bilston 2015 Pre-Season Friendly Fixtures.

Remember, fixtures are subject to change. Check games are still going on ahead of travelling to matches.


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The World; Getting Better or Getting Worse?

I read the news constantly; it’s the one thing that I never get bored of. I don’t know why either as it’s never lifted my mood or made me smile, its often wall to wall stories of varying grimness. I have to say, it makes for a pretty damned depressing time, pretty much all of the time and it often makes me think that the world is going to hell, quicker than anyone could’ve guessed.

I look back twenty or thirty years to a time when the world seemed safer and more secure, more peaceful and calm, a tranquil Shangri la with a rose tinted haze. The news was just as bleak at times as it is today but day to day it rarely raised an eyebrow or made the mouth loll in disbelief at what was being heard or read, often a brief sigh or a well placed tut was all it took to get over. These days if you want to lose your faith in humanity you just have to switch on a world news service or get on that there internet to fill your heart with the kind of unexplainable black goo of Prometheus.

But I’m coming to appreciate that although the world today seems to be a cesspool of utter depravity it is in fact the access to facts and news that is greater today and not the increase in brutality and disrespect that humans enact upon each other. Islamist terror and murder has been around as long as the faith that they falsely claim to represent has, corruption is as old as money and political incompetence and self interest comes as part of the package, historically.

The internet and the sharing of facts and information has revolutionised the world and as annoying as most things are on the modern, corporately owned, advert rich, market place of goods (not so much ideas in 2015) that the internet is, it has also allowed people to photograph, write about and video terrible events and document evidence of crimes, bringing them to global attention and therefore raise awareness and help encourage and drive change and action in opposition to such inhuman deviance.

I’ve moaned a lot about social media and the worth it has, and 99% of the time that is still the case, but the 1% of the time that it has shone a light on injustice and unfairness, highlighted a brutal government, encouraged enslaved people to be free or documented cruelty towards people and animals it has made a difference. The internet has blossomed into humanities saviour. Knowledge and information that we can all access, anytime, anywhere.

We are living through a transformation from the old way of things before superior technology into a new age where there will be nowhere for people to hide. We are seeing society shift and take a new shape, the new global order is one of fairness and equality and respect, regardless of nationality, creed and colour. Everyone is slowly gaining access to the way things ought to be, how they certainly shouldn’t be and what dignity and justice should be. The sudden increase in biblical violence, pathetic excuses and the exposure of the utterly vile is just the death throes of the old order, embarrassed and angry that their days of existing in secret and without fanfare, to do as they please are over. Once the battle for our Humanity is won in the coming decades we will see a truly amazing example of Humanity emerge. One where understanding, knowledge and acceptance creates a global order that will see all of humanity free, for the first time, once and for all.

Free of its past, and free to explore the future as one.


We’ve got to get through the bad times, there is no escaping it, and plenty more horribleness will come, but I think humanity is coming of age. Maybe as a very old man I’ll be able to sit down and read the news; the good news, I hope so.


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Everyone should grow something edible (even just once).

Another day has come and gone, work was its usual chilling self. Chilling only because it’s the part of life that is mandatory in our capitalist cesspool, but is also the part of the day that makes me wonder why we never created a better system of covering our needs and covering “the costs” (costs are a money thing, favours and good will are free you know!) People were probably better off in the good old times of sharing and bartering, rather than chasing some man made slavery system we call money. What is money? Metal coins, paper notes, are they really so valuable? One day I will turn up and declare to the Bank of England that I want my twenty pounds as I present them with one of their bits of paper, but what will they give me? Gold? I doubt it. We are slaves to bits of metal and paper that pay the electricity bill. So very odd. Anyway…

Tonight I have been exercising my frame gardening. A pretty dull pastime to many and a very enjoyable one to others. I fall into the latter category as I’ve covered previously here so I won’t bore you anymore than I have to.

Whilst whizzing the flymo over the lawn (the lawn cutting is the most tedious of all of the gardening jobs of course) my mind wandered to the idea of why don’t new build home companies put greenhouses and at least one raised bed in new build gardens?

I mean we do live in a world that is trying to be environmentally friendly and nice to mother nature and all that jazz, so why not encourage people to grow a few tomatoes et al as they celebrate buying a new house? Surely it encourages people who feel a responsibility to the planet to have a go, if nothing else. It would be a revolution I think because I became a keen grower of edibles in a split second when I suddenly realised how much I enjoyed nature and how tasty the produce you get is. Yes, of course, it takes time and you’ll still need to nip to Asda to get a cucumber the day after planting the first of your cucumber seeds but with a bit of experience trying and some education on this thing they have now called the internet, anyone can learn to become an all year round, edible growing mutha fucka!

If a million new homes are built then sold that’s a million people growing… I dunno, four million tomato plants, ten million strawberry plants, a hundred millions scallions. You see what I’m getting at? It makes food fresher and more organic, it gives people the pleasure of doing it for themselves and it takes X number of haulage lorries off the roads which adds an extra environmental benefit to the nation. I think a lower reliance on oil to transport our food certainly is an idea for the future if not now.

And if my idea has any roots at all, and I feel it may have, maybe new build homes could all come with a solar panel or two as well. South facing of course. A million solar panels equals a lot less crap burned so we can switch the lights on.

I dunno, just a thought, if the cost of a greenhouse wholesale to a home buyer is more than twenty quid you know they’ll say no anyway. They’re in it for the metal and paper things I mentioned at the start. They aint interested in the future, they’re interested in the profits today. But I still think it would be interesting to see how an idea like this would change things in say ten years time.

It’s an idea at least.


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