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Collar up and hat tilted slightly askew, I bid my Father ‘Adieu’ and left the house.



‘Dreary, dank & dismal,’ the weather stank.



But, on the station platform, looking down the line I noticed a Robin midst the embankment, hop from branch to branch, as with my right ear, I listened to the birdsong from across the railway track.



And though the weather was as it was; there was little that could spoil that moment, not even my fear of the unknown.



I’d been off to face a new way of the day and, enjoy or endure new experiences; with people I’d never met before.



And, all of that I’d find no doubt; as I walked through the college door.

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NoctusAngelusProcella
13:45 Feb 27 2011

lovely wishing I could be there

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my commitment, is my heart

given to my friends.

I know I'm overly sensitive

and easy to wound, but hey..

that's me...

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NoctusAngelusProcella
13:46 Feb 27 2011

I would never offend such a tender bud.

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So there was I travelling Wednesday and, I'd ignored the whiskey-shoppe long enough, to pass the coffee-shoppe and down past the market and then to the busstop. I’d got to the buscentre and, stood at the side of the perspex and shelter and the sliding doors, to have a smoke, as I waited for my bus. I let the first bus go, although it went where I’d wanted and got the next, after throwing the smoke aside early, I recalled as I typed; much to my frustration and annoyance. And, when it arrived, the one I wanted, I let those waiting inside the shelter get on before me; well, almost all of them, then halfway through I got irritated and the gentleman and thought, “generous, not stupid” and stepped onto the bus. I showed my dailypass to the driver; after the girl had boarded with her mobile phone stucktoherear. That irked my sensibilities as she’d hardly glanced at the driver. And I took my seat at the back, knees drawn up to the back of the seat before me, I watched her as she sat up to the left, a few seats behind the driver. We’d got as far as the old school in red brick, across from the swimming pool, when she took her phone away from her ear and looked around, panicked. She’d stood and stepped toward the driver, and before pulling away fropm the school, he’d opened the door, for her. And, feeling smug, I settled back to enjoy my Metro, as the bus carried on. ‘Miss Mobilephone had missed her bus…’ the thought had tickled my and, continued to do so for much of the journey. But, it had been world news that gripped my attention as I read The Metro, whilst the bus went over the Docks and into Seacombe. It had circled round the roundabout, at the Ferry, as the windmills in the Mersey, then carried up into Poulton and hadn’t noticed the bus go past the old Tesco’s, or even across the crossroads. But I did notice the girl with the dog, in grey sweatsppants, real tight on her pert derrière; she’d had long brown wavy hair I had thought, as I’d stood quickly, moved down, and held the pole at the left near the doors, saying to the driver, “Here please…” and then hastily added, “it’s not really a good idea, to read a paper on miss the bus…”.

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spookshow
13:14 Feb 17 2011

Love to read about what you get up to :)

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NoctusAngelusProcella
16:29 Feb 18 2011

too bad for the phone chick lol

it really isn't a good idea to be on the phone when you need to concentrate on where you need to be. phone drivers drive me nuts!

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MOONLITDREAM
00:41 Feb 19 2011

Your words paint a perfect picture of a day in the life of Neil.

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For days, nay a week, my mind blundered about, as I wondered on the legend sprayed in white, on the black of the tarmac, Scott Power. Then today, as I’d walked in the rain, to get the train, I passed the writing once again, I had burst into laughter, as I had realised that Scott’s power was Scottish and, the tarmac was his as it was their cables beneath it. And still grinning, my black cap covering my thinning hair, I continued to walk to the station, in the rain, with hardly a care in the world.

The Right of the Night



The sky has gone dark early, with the promise of rain to come, as I walk the length of the platform, my ears open to the sound of the birdcall, coming from the two trees opposite, that grow where there had been a track which my Gran had travelled on to Wales one day, with me and my Mum forty years ago, or more; before Beeching had his way, with the British Railway, as it was, way back then, when steam trains pulled carriages, with compartments with seats inside that faced one another, accessed by a corridor, that few will recall today. And, all of this I think of briefly, while listening to the birdsong, that comes from one tree then the other, as I think on my Mother and how she fussed that day, as we went up The Great Orm, before our picnic on a blue-sky sunny day, as they all seem to be, as I think on those days out with my Mum. And, I stub out my smoke after taking a final toke, as the train comes into the station, and tip my cap at the trees over the way and, the birdsong that had kept me company from those that inhabit each tree. And, no matter what chaos the evening may bring, the memory of a blonde-haired blue-eyed son and his Mum, out for the day brings the hint of a smile to my often frowning countenance, as I sit on my seat, with my back to the drivers cab, as the train takes me to Liverpool and, the right of the night.

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DestroyingAngel
23:16 Feb 13 2011

I loved this!

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NoctusAngelusProcella
23:08 Feb 15 2011

another good one Neil. such a talent I am blessed by your art!

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No Smoking, No Drinking, No Eating, the sign in black and, circled in red had said, on the side of the taxi’s passenger window. And, watching the cars pass by me, as I walk, I see one shave, another eat their sandwich, coffee in a cup, perched ‘tween their thighs; and another doing her eyes in in a queue, while I’d even heard one tell a friend she was desperate for the loo and, couldn’t talk long, as she was in a rush. And, then as she continued talking and missed the lights change, I’d wondered if Smoking and Drinking and Eating, were the only things a driver should not do, in the moments before they ‘accidentally’ run into a man, woman, or child?

--- On Fri, 4/2/11 wrote: ..k



lmnopqrst... damn, you see.. I'm still not at my best, I just.. cannot recall the rest.

Greed is good, I had read and wanting to be sick, I had tried to explain of the colour of money and the nature of man, to someone less than half my age, who doesn’t recall Thatchers age, when we were told ‘society is dead’ and it doesn’t matter where it’s made, as long as it’s there to buy: and her words made me want to cry, when I easily remember the fellows in sharp slick grey suits and, bulging wallets able to say to the bum in the street, “I’m alright, I got loadsa money”. And, even as I tried to sleep, her words made me want to weep, to think that someone could say that greed was good, as I recall that time well, the eighties and a time that led to today and the melee that we are in the midst of now.