A Great Weekend

 A Great Weekend

It’s Friday, it’s five o’clock,

Yippee weekend is finally here,

Fantastic, frantic, Friday night with lashings of Lager and Beer.

The alarm  clock with its bells turned off lies silent, castrated and forlorn.

Saturday morning is here with the remnants of Friday’s curry hanging on my first yawn.

Saturdays bright sharp sunlight screws up my hung over ferret eyes,

The cool smooth porcelain reverberates with the time-honored cries of,

Never Again !!

Saturday one o’clock, the match is nearly here,

Time to go down the pub to meet the lads for lashings of lager and beer.

All the faithful gather together, expectations running high.

Half-time pundits dissect and evaluate the game while queuing up to buy,

Beer in plastic glasses to be ceremoniously spilt and slopped,

While dexterously juggling a molten meat pie that’s burning laser hot.

Then victors and vanquished parade through the streets,

Some sorrowfully slope home, other revel in their teams feats.

Now it’s time to tee myself up for an assault on the pubs of the city,

At the end of the night everyone is my friend,

Every woman is so young and so pretty.

Silent Sunday morning amnesia of a boozy Saturday night,

Did I get myself into trouble, did I get  myself into a fight,

Did I pull a beast or a beauty,

Was she big, was she fat, was she thin,

I had better get ready to go down the pub so the lads can fill me in.

With shrunken Sunday pockets, drinking stamina put to the test,

Trying to milk every moment of this precious weekend though my body is craving a rest.

Sundays alarm is set for Monday, prepared to earn a weeks pay,

There should only be one six o’clock in a civilised mans working day.

As I slowly close my weary eyes a new week is nearly here,

Don’t worry I say it will soon be Friday and lashings of lager and beer.

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We live to fight another day, if we are lucky.

Isaac Newton the great scientist said ” For every action there is a oposite reaction ” I suppose another way of putting it is ” For every Ying there is a Yang ” either way it means that if you are having a whole lot of pleasure in your life someone somewhere is having a whole lot of pain. Well someone somewhere must have been having a brilliant, all singing, all dancing, super-duper, mamma-jomma, bells and whistles day today because my day was a shocker, with redundancy meetings, an emergency visit to the nursing home with regards to my Mums deteriorating health, attending a friends funeral and getting the news that I didn’t get the job I was after. As we were driving home from the funeral my wife hit me with a comment and put into perspective the days events, she said,”It could have been worse, it could have been you in the box”. She was so correct in her concise summing up of the situation, it made me feel guilty about my selfish, self pitying attitude and made me think about the poor family we had left at the crematorium, left to comforting one another over their tragic loss, anyone of them would have gladly traded places with me and my problems in a heartbeat if they could have had their beloved Paul back with them.                So if there is a ‘Ying to every Yang’ and a action to every opposite reaction’ tomorrow has got to be a better day, lets hope so.

God Bless ‘Beefy’

 

 

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Here we go again / Screwed

I am sitting here alone in the conservatory thinking to myself I must start being a more prolific blogger, but then I think what’s the use, who wants to listen to me anyway. Fellow bloggers have you ever had the same experience ?

I think my dilemma may have something to do with my current state of mind, the fact that my employer is making me and the rest of my colleagues in our division redundant has had a bigger effect on me than I ever thought it would have. It’s not like I loved my job, as a door to door salesman it was a job that I could do but not one that I necessarily wanted to do, but it was a job and it paid the bills. Without the regular pay cheque coming in every month any money that you have managed to squirrel away soon evaporates, having been made redundant several times in my 46 year working career I know how the story goes.The realisation of ‘here we go again ‘ is demoralising, the fact that I have got to yet again, put myself about, apply for numerous jobs, attend  interviews and then wait in optimistic anticipation for the good news that turns to forlorn despair when I receive the bad news that I have been unsuccessful this time but kept on file, it seems futile but the process still has to be done. I have attended an interview today, I think it went OK, it’s between me and another guy who gets the job, keep your fingers crossed for me.

SCREWED

The horoscope said I would be safe and sound,

No better future could be found.

For a golden era I was bound,

My ship was finally in.

They said rejoice this was my time,

They said my prospects were looking fine,

They said it was time to drink the wine,

I won’t get screwed again.

The corporate successes that I meet ,

Always seem to land on  their feet,

I have learned you don’t have to work the street to be a prostitute.

I look around my friends have gone,

Good people whittled one by one.

Looks like we fell for the big con,

I think I’m screwed again.

Geoff Higgins 2014

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When a light goes out.

I believe that everything and everyone has an energy, some people have a negative energy some positive.

Beefy,Bill or Ted the Plumber are names that Paul Heath was known as by people who knew and loved him. He was one of the good guys of this world, whenever you were in his company you were always made to feel welcome, he always had a kind word and always had a smile on his face and a tale to tell. This man had the most positive illuminating energy, but sadly that energy unexpectedly and suddenly burned out, the universe is a darker place without him. God Bless dear friend.

 

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A Crazy Second Is All It Takes

Originally posted on Higgo's World:

Some thirty odd years ago a work mate told me something that stopped me in my tracks and has stayed with me for all these years.

I was working as a welder at the time and I remember how we used to take tea breaks and sit around the crew table discussing the topics of the day. One of the topics discussed on that particular night shift was about some poor bloke who had committed suicide.  We speculated as to what were the triggers that made him to take such drastic action. I commented that I could never envisage things getting so bad, and getting so desperate and low that I would take my own life. The chat petered out, the buzzer went for us all to return to work and we dispersed back to our workstations to resume our days work.

One of the blokes came over to me…

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Where are my Dancing Shoes

Where are my Dancing Shoes

 

 

Some chinless wonder with zeal and vigour,

Has done the maths to produced a figure,

So to give me an offer I can’t refuse.

It was time I looked for my Dancing Shoes,

No Quickstep, no Tango, no chance of romance,

When you’re invited to the re-dun-dance.

 

 

 

Geoff Higgins 2014

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Making a Good Cake

The company that I work for have recently put me in a position were I have a bit more time on my hands,  it’s called ‘Garden Leave’. For the next five weeks I must wait , just like the rest of my 500 work colleges to see if after the initial consultation period we still have a job  to go to ,or to see if we are getting phased out and being made redundant. It won’t be a new experience for me,this will be the seventh time in 46 years.  One  of the men I work with has only been with the company for two weeks ,if we are being made redundant this will be the third time it’s happened to him in fifteen months, who said that the recession is over.

Anyway, on the bright side it has given me time to get the jobs done that like an albatross  have been hanging around for ages. It has also given me time to sort out the dilemma I have with my mothers accommodation, since recently becoming hospitalized she is more medically dependent and the care home that she resides in is unable to accommodate her needs, so-much so that we have to find a new Nursing Home that is of a decent standard , one that can cater for her needs, and one that will come within budget, imagine the stress of being at work and trying to sort that out.

This new enforced work break has enabled me to spend more time with my middle grandson Luke, Luke will be two in August he is a bundle of fun and makes every minute count. It seems like all of my time when spent with Luke is trying to second guess what he is going to do next so as to keep him entertained and happy. It’s hard work but worth it when he laughs or when he gets a book and climbs on my knee to read it to him. Don’t you think that it’s strange how our memories develop, what we choose to remember and what we forget,  memories are what make us different and at the end of the day are all that we have. It seems strange that the special times I spend with Luke, ones that I will always treasure he won’t be able to recall, and my Mum  who can’t  remember what I have said five minutes ago can recall in detail events that happened years ago. I suppose  life and memories are like the ingredients of a huge cake, you keep chucking them in and mixing them all up, when you taste the cake you can’t always tell what’s gone into it you just know it tastes good .

I am trying my best to make a good cake, how’s your baking doing.

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