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1957
Introduction This is post number 1957. 1957 is the year I was born, and one or two other things happened. I was born in 1957 in Mount Street Hospital Preston, across the street from Preston Catholic College where ten years later I would start my secondary education (I was ten, normally you had to be eleven). I started Primary school at four, my mum Margaret had taught me to read so I was well-prepared for each educational start, but I never got as far as university and in the year 2000, I was told I would never work again because I did not have a degree.
By Mike Singleton š Mikeydred 2 years ago in Confessions
Fighting Fitness. Content Warning.
Introduction I am writing this from a position of reasonable healthiness and fitness, but I have not always been that way, in fact only in the last ten years have I really started to realise what an unfit lard bucket I really am.
By Mike Singleton š Mikeydred 2 years ago in Longevity
Snow
Snow You Are Always Moaning. It's Always Snow. You are late, You blame Snow. Something doesn't work properly It's because of Snow Snow is always to blame. It's never your fault. Snow is your permanent excuse. Living here and working where you do, you can always blame Snow, whatever the problem turns out to be. And you always do, don't you? When have you ever taken responsibility for anything? You always have something to blame. It's never your fault, and the default culprit is usually Snow. It's not like you have to do anything difficult at all. You don't have to get up early and you only work nine til four four days a week, so how come Snow stops you from getting up and getting here almost every day? Why is it never anything else? We know the answer before we ask, don't we? It's always the same. It's always Snow. Never anything else. We would love it to be something else to give us a little variety. But no, it's always Snow. We hope that one day it will be something else, we actually lay bets, but we all know what the answer will be. Every day the answer is Snow. Every day it is always the same thing. Snow is always to blame. * So Who Or What Is Snow? Is It A Person Or A Pet Or The White Crystalised Cold Water That Falls From The Sky? I will leave you to work that one out
By Mike Singleton š Mikeydred 2 years ago in Fiction
Snowbird
You Fly Above The Snowy Wastelands Beautiful Bird Soaring Far Above Watching The World And All Of Its Plans Snowbird Flying As You Spread Your Love White Bird Healer Of All World Sorrows Soaring Far Above The Arctic Snows Bringer Of Peace, Better Tomorrows The Places Where You Fly, Our Hope Grows Snowbird Your Song Raises The Spirits Your Flight Over Steppes, Oceans And Snow The World Will See Hope When You Visit White Bird Brings Smiles To Faces, 'Tis So Sweet Bird Of Peace, White As Driven Snow Bringer Of Calm Times, Bringer Of Light Down Ice Bound Rivers, Cold Waters Flow Above Troubled Lands, White Bird In Flight White Bird The Bringer Of Happiness Over Snow Bound Lands Awaiting Spring Birdsong Sounds Like Bells Ringing Success Snowbird The Whole World Loves You To Sing Spread Your White Wings, Your Message Of Peace Your Love Falls Like Snow On Every Town You Are The Bird That The Hopeful See When You Sing, All Down Here Love That Sound Bird Of Paradise O'er Snow You Fly White Lands Below, Snowbird Far Above Soaring Through The Bluest Of Blue Skies Snowbird Showering The World In Love White Bird Making Dreams Of Peace Come True Turning Crying Children's Tears To Smiles Flying Tirelessly Through Skies Of Blue Never Stopping Over Snowbound Miles You Are The Snowbird, Bringer Of Peace Your Song Gives Such Hope To Those In Need Flying High Over The Arctic With Ease And Setting Those In Their Sorrow Free
By Mike Singleton š Mikeydred 2 years ago in Fiction
