that was another week that was

That was the Week That was

Another week flies by from I don’t like Mondays to Thank God its Friday. BUT…..I won’t do anything this weekend apart from go down the pub and watch Spurs play Man Utd on Saturday 5:30pm on ESPN. I’ll totter around the garden, play a few computer games, clean the car, recharge my batteries then it will be Monday morning 05:45 alarmingly again!!

Harry Redknapp is Manager of the Month, Jermain Defoe is Player of the Month, so that has put a death wish on Spurs beating a team I hate with avengeance, who always seem to have the referee in a red shirt too.

“Come on you Spuuuurrrrrrrrsssssssssss”

This wishing your life away week by week is not good though, blink and you will miss it, well what was that, that was your life mate, oh, cant I have another go, no , game over player one, b,,,,,,,,,s !!

I was thinking today , behind my steering wheel, that some of this slave driving is quite fun in circumstances. I do have mission impossible days, and send an sos which gets zero response. In Peterborough City Centre , delivering all sorts to all persons, come half past five it is game over for me and them. I have hardly any residential addresses, its all shops, stores , schools, offices. But some people you meet in the whirlwind created by Mr Delivery Man , are quite pleasant, and some you can even joke with, like the man having one wheel delivered, and I say, expecting another 3 tomorrow then !! It is good to see their faces, stunned of Peterborough. Then one today “It is 6.15 late for a delivery “ says this Indian corner shop keeper, the sort that are open all hours. “I was expecting this by 12”, it was a standard delivery which means by end of day. “Well 6.15 is late I grant you , especially as I started at 7 this morning” I replied, “as for your expectations, Charles Dickens wrote a book Great Expectations, have you read it.” Shut him up.

I must admit as a Trading Standards Officer, a lot of people hate you apart from the ones you are fighting for in the justice stakes. For instance, Essex women at those singles dances would baulk when I told them my job, as they were from Chav centre, and loved fakes, or Car Dealers would curse me, saying I hope you die from some incurable lingering death, or “there is a terrible smell round here”. To be fair to them I was always professional and doing my job well, and lots of people hate authority. I developed a thick skin, Rhino Hide, not just water off a duck, but I am still human, of flesh and bloods and things. Even as a Smoke Free Officer the smokers and some publicans muttered, here comes the Gestapo. Not so, but it’s all relative isn’t it. I was never a local government pencil neck. Now I deliver to local authority officers who are clearly on a different time dimension to me, and I must seem a blur to them, whereas they are in slow motion to me.

But fellow courier drivers are friendly to me, even the competition, and some clients are too, even getting excited as to what’s in the cardboard box, “nothing “ I have said once or twice, “its just an empty box to get you all excited for nothing ha ha“ There are a few ars……es around like a 4’12” runt in the goods in of a Dept Store I deliver to, who moans about 4pm deliveries. I must admit if I worked with him, he would have ended up like his look alike Robin Fernly at school, a nasty little weasel, and he ended up at the end of my right arm by the scruff of the neck pinned against a brick wall, always worked in getting the message across I found, even if the bloke was a 5’12” irritant. Another game while I work is notching up little taxi emblems on my wings like the Spitfire pilot and his swastikas, and a bigger emblem for buses too. Well a little boy said to his Dad today walking past me, “Daddy that’s a big van”, so the emblems are easy to notch up. Peterborough Council town planners must have a scaletrics set and lego, they have bizarre one way systems and few places to unload. They channel traffic to that it snarls up and pollutes at traffic lights that are phased on warp factor -273. The shopping centre underground service area has more than half its lifts caput at any one time. Really you wonder how the people in so called charge expect the shops to sell things to shoppers.

But there are some normal people about, I spot them too, though they are a rare endangered species. They can make the job pleasant and not so monotonous. EG. the ones that banter “sign above” “My name is not above” derrrrrr, “its Harris”, a hoo hoo hoo, and there are even ones that smile at me (always the female of the species) when I appear slave driven. “Have you brought me a present?” “Well as it’s you…….. err no, but it is special delivery”, “why is it special”, because it’s delivered my me of course!!!”

A quiz I play on the computer reckons a man loses 2.8 litres of water in perspiration a day, well I have no need to phone a friend or ask the audience on that one, not even 50-50, ‘cos it takes me an hour to load the truck each morning and from then on I drink about 4 litres of water, in sunny Peterborough.

I still hate the hand held computer that scans all the incoming and outgoing. User friendly it is not, one sequence one way only it is, mistake you make is irreversible, indestructible it is, technology replaceable it should be. A computer that is not logical, now that’s an invention !!

It seems to me that we are coming out of recession now though. When I started, was it just 7 weeks ago, blimey, it was only the computer games shops and mobile phone shops that had sizeable deliveries, now I need a tin can opener to take the roof off to get everything loaded.

I still wonder how the former Deputy Editor of BBCTV Watchdog can come to this, and from earning £33k in the ‘90s now it is £20k. Especially when on the radio I hear about the fat cats of the Banks and the 4 fat cats that did very nicely thank you out of killing Rover a British Icon, and a make of car I always cherished and owned. I would have made a programme exposing them long ago, but that was then and this is now.

Those were the days my friend we thought they’d never end……………but they did, just like last week came to an end too.

It Started with a Kiss

It Started with a Kiss.....Never thought it could be like this. I was kissed by someone once and it blew my socks off........except I was not wearing any !!! She made me tremble when I kissed her lips, I wanted to hold her hand and dance the night away. Had I told her lately that I loved her.............yes.

Baby I was Amazed. I could have been her Hero, I could have taken her pain and stood beside her for ever, she certainly took my breath away. But she would not listen to her heart, she was a pretty woman walking down the street, you know the kinda woman I would like to meet. She looked wonderful every night. Oh my love, my darling, I hungered for her touch, a long lonely time, but she lost that loving feeling, and it was just my imagination running away with me.

That's just the way it is I guess. There was never enough time in a bottle to do what we should have done. Everything I did, I did it for her, she was always on my mind.

Why hasn't anyone written a song about priorities, I suppose Dolly Parton did advise Relate about stand by your man.

How do I live without her, well life goes on, love was all around, but it was not here, it took 2 to Tango, one can't do it alone, love goes on the rocks, that is no big surprise. So that's what happens...alone...and till now always got by on my own. When you are the person in a relationship and you are upset and they are not, there is something fundamentally wrong.

Who is she ???????? oh just a combination of the past, memories like the corners of my mind, of the way we were.......................

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kJyJwbAa1i8

Amazed by Lonestar probably the best romantic song ever recorded, it says so on the Carlsberg Label.

Every time our eyes meet
This feeling inside me
Is almost more than I can take
Baby when you touch me
I can feel how much you love me
And it just blows me away
I've never been this close to anyone or anything
I can hear your thoughts
I can see your dreams

I don't know how you do what you do
I'm so in love with you
It just keeps getting better
I want to spend the rest of my life
With you by my side
Forever and ever
Every little thing that you do
Baby, I'm amazed by you

The smell of your skin
The taste of your kiss
The way you whisper in the dark
Your hair all around me
Baby you surround me
You touch every place in my heart
Oh, it feels like the first time, every time
I want to spend the whole night in your eyes



Every little thing that you do
I'm so in love with you
It just keeps getting better
I want to spend the rest of my life
With you by my side
Forever and ever
Every little thing that you do
Baby, I'm amazed by you




SIGH !!!

Find me Somebody to Love

Love Train

Now that I have a job, at least for the time being, I have now embarked on the dating agency routine again. I don’t sign up to pay sites, and I must admit I am really fussy in my selection of availability. So it’s photo first, then location, age, non smoker then scan the profile, then send a short message, witty as possible, original as I can be, complimentary chat up line, then wait.

Most get no response like the firework that when lit, nothing happens and you wait and wait then give up and walk away. In these days of equal opportunities how many women ask men to dance, and how many women can just lay there and wait for the man !!!

So, I find myself again at a cross roads. Summer has passed me by, just like Bank Holidays, I like beauty, style, poise and grace. I like sharing, what is the point of looking solo, not much. I also need to hold hands, and care about somebody.
Can anybody, find me, somebody to….. love.

When I was a school boy most kids at school had mums and dads. Yes the dad was down the pub every night, but I was the only kid at school with a single parent , my poor mum.

Now, what the American army used to connect their nuclear weapon silos against the Russians, yes the original internet before it went www, is awash with men and women from broken relationships all with their handbags and glad rags. All looking for the special one, but he got the sack from Chelsea a few seasons ago, and he was never replaced with a more special one !!

Grass Greener, well it takes 2 to tango and 1 to sabotage.

It’s a shame we can’t be more tolerant to each other, it’s a shame you can’t say to someone on the passing escalator, Christ you’re beautiful here is my phone number. We get more set in our ways as we get older and supposedly wiser, yet how our lifestyles can be so different and all the carrier bags and differing priorities.

I delivered to a house today full of Eastern Europeans, no not Eastern Promise, and cigarette smoke blowing out as the front door opened at least 5 small children there breathing in all the fumes. Then some live in squalor, mess and filth and I hold my breath until they shut the door.

I don’t know any one as clean and tidy as me, and I don’t care if she is a Pamela Anderson look a like, if she was a scruff in the home and a fag ash Lill, I would be exiting stage left pronto.

So love is all around, great expectations, hopes will be dashed, better to have loved and lost than never loved at all.

Its another roll of the dice and see where Mr Blue Sky lands, is it on the snake or the ladder, miss one go or ahead 10 spaces. I used to live next door to a man who looked much older than me but he probably wasn’t , he lived with his son. The house and garden was a tip. He stayed in all day every day, greasy hair, worse dressed man about town. I think he had given up on women and life apart from driving to the corner shop every morning to get a newspaper, yes he did not walk either. And my Mum, she had her admirers nothing long lasting, but she preferred animals to humans, she could trust them more.

As for me, I wear my heart on my sleeve, yes I put deflector shields up, but I have too much romance, passion and compassion. Some will never see it, some have abused it, maybe one day somebody will hold the key and will never let go, maybe.

So let dating commence winner takes all………..and maybe me !!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LuV-Rw4H-wA

I was born under a bad sign,
Left out in the cold
I’m a lonely man who knows
Just what it means to lose control

But, I took all the heartache
And turned it to shame,
Now I’m moving, moving on,
And I ain’t taking the blame

Don’t come running to me,
I know I’ve done all I can
A hard loving woman like you
Just makes a hard loving man

So I can say it to you, babe
Ill be a fool for your loving no more,
A fool for your loving no more
I’m so tired of trying, I always end up crying,
Fool for your loving no more
Ill be a fool for your loving no more

I’m tired of hiding my feelings,
You left me lonely too long
I gave my heart, and you tore it apart,
Oh, baby, you done me wrong

Don’t come running to me,
I know I’ve done all I can
A hard loving woman like you
Just makes a hard loving man

So I can say it to you, babe
Ill be a fool for your loving no more,
A fool for your loving no more
I’m so tired of trying, I always end up crying,
Fool for your loving no more
Ill be a fool for your loving no more

Ill be a fool for your loving no more, no more, no more

So I can say it to you, babe
Ill be a fool for your loving no more,
A fool for your loving no more
I’m so tired of trying, I always end up crying,
Fool for your loving no more
A fool for your loving no more

Fool for your loving no more...