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We had a Volkswagen Beetle, for twenty years, from 1971 to 1991, or thereabouts.

I say ‘we’, it was my Father’s; and, his pride and joy at that.



He undersealed it; balanced the wheels; and put protective inside the doors; in fact, you name it, he coated it, with something or other that would protect and prolong the life of this little light blue bug.



And then, he sold it, which he regrets to this day; but he sold it.



Then early Tuesday morning, a fellow phoned to speak to my Father. Now as he has work-related tinnitus I tend to screen his calls when I can.



But, this had been the fellow who now owns the only one of my Father’s car’s I can recall the registration to; that little old blue Bug.



I had listened as the fellow spoke of having recently acquired the car: and how he’d been puzzled over the fact that for twenty years it never went near a garage.



So little by little, I explained how my Father did all his own work, even going as far as to redesign the inertia seat-belts, for Volkswagen, for which they never credited him. [Quel surprise?]



“So, what did he do?” I’d been asked.



“He was Lever Bros. Model maker for forty off years,” I’d told him.

“Levers??” The fellow had asked with a tone of incredulity.

It transpired that the fellow had designed pipe-work, during the seventies and there was a probability that my Father had my models from his designs.



And, the fellow asked if it was okay to phone-back, to ask his advice.

Well, that I arranged, with my Dad; and was told, “I’ll send you photo’s of it, as it is now. What’s your email??”



The fellow had sent them in a .pdf format: and later in evening, I left the backroom with the computer in it to go make a coffee, with little Mother in my armchair, with some simple instruction as how to use a .pdf document, which was quite something for her, as neither of my folks use computers.



And there for awhile, where both my folks viewing pictures of a car that for twenty years was so-so special to us.

http://www.dailymotion.com/user/kendrix47/video/x9ymql_a-visit-to-thors-rock_webcam



Original Message:



FROM: **************



Is that you talking and taking the vid?



“… and editing. yes.



And it’s members = kendrix 47 @ dailymotion.”



… if you've not seen the egg.

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crowgirl
00:27 Jul 26 2009

Most amazing and soothing voice. I kinda wish I had a recording of you reading a whole book. It'd send me off to sleep so nicely :)

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I’ve been finishing off projects for people this today, fpr people; couple that cover with the fact I’ve just posted letters to America and Sweden; and, I have Harry potter to see this weekend.



Put that all together & tho I got paid Friday, I hardly have money enough left for travelling on Sunday to see harry Potter, nevermind smoke tobacco.



But, I got my film fiished. [Yayyy me!]

The project went well Thursday, considering that there was no Lily. And, there’s been no hassle; and I’d even got back home in time for ‘the mentalist’, which I so like; that is, after one person had said ‘thank you’, whilst someone had done most of the tidying up for me outside the church. The only hiatus to the evening had been learning I wouldn’t see Anne again till August, as she’s going to Cambridge and we’ll be on holiday the week after. “On holiday!?!” It’ll be only the fourth time I won’t have been there in seventeen years. Wowsa’s, me on holiday!?! Weirdness indeed.

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ladyofdragonrose
04:49 Jul 25 2009

you gotta have a holiday every now and then

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I got in after ‘the party’ for Karl at The Richmond on Oxton Road late on, say about 11:00, 11:30, feeling a little squiffy. When Karl’s Mum had invited me along, she’d said I’d be alright for a couple of drinks; not ‘as soon as you’ve finished your double whiskey, there’ll be another waiting for you.’ But there had been.



And, his cousin was there. Now I saw a picture of her on Sunday last, when I’d seen her in a prom dress looking good and all of nineteen or so. And I told Jacey off, for growing to fast and making me feel too old, saying that she assured me all was okay, ‘she was just sixteen.’



And, there aren’t that many I’d go out and be sociable for. Yet that said, I’m glad I went along, if only to be lucky enough to see Karl in his cap and gown; and hear his Mum tell someone she knew, [albeit slightly] how helpful I’d been to him, since he began Uni.



Yep, it’s real nice to feel appreciated.

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vamfan36
01:35 Sep 02 2009

I shall take your word for it, any forker I help just takes it for granted!

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It's sunny and showery, and, I'm in shorts and still have chores to do before I go out to Karls 'do', put on by his Mum, to celebrate him getting his degree.

On Saturday I fulfilled a promise, to call on Lucie, at her home in Poulton Wallasey,

As she has issues of trust like me, I had felt that quite an honour, as it was her space.

And, I’d served my purpose, it seems, because while I was there Lucie got quite a bit done round the place, as she had assured me she would.



A small blow to the gut for her though, had been the associated memories that flowed with discovery of a diary and an entry pertaining to her ex-fiancé, in other words, her version of Tina. As she had wept I’d just held her.



Then come Sunday morning I had been listening to Radio Merseyside and the presenter had been talking of phobias, so I’d phoned in, to talk of mine.

“My phobia’s are fiancée’s, plural.” I’d said.

Then I’d described myself as being ‘in recovery, for seventeen years.’



And, with a grin on my face I’d watched the Thrush digging for worms in the front border, as Neil diamond began to sing, ‘Love On The Rocks.’



I had listened, still with a smile on my face, as I had turned the kettle on and made myself a coffee.

Thursday the rain fell and, thankfully let up long enough for me to get to voluntary work. The night itself had been good, particularly when compared to the aggression I’d witnessed the previous week.



Then Friday I fulfilled a promise to help a friend sign on, as she has problems with her sight and hearing; which wasn’t fun, as it entailed being her ears as a form was filled in over the other end of the phone-line.

And them, the system decided not to oblige, so I obtained an appointment, for personal help. I refuse to say the obvious, that it would have been simpler to allow the opportunity to see an advisor from the start.



Then again, systems aren’t built round the individual, are they?



Her partner had returned Hunter S. ‘Kingdom Of Fear’ to me, which had been his holiday book, to and from Portugal: [fortunate fellow, I still think it’s excellent.]



Anyhow, I finished the night with the first three episodes of ‘Tripping The Rift’ Season Three and then spent nearly two hours laughing: a good way to end the night.



And, as I put the milk bottle out, I watched the dark blue of the sky and the greyest of grey clouds, scud across the sky.

Wearing the shorts and shirt to match, I went walkies on a blue-sky Wednesday, to the dole, to hand in an envelope with a copy the receipt for my glasses and, a thank you note for the help I’d been given. Needless to say, the young lady I wanted to give the letter to was out at lunch. So I said to the lady I spoke to [her superior,] “I know you have to be careful of such things, so if you want you can open it.” She hadn’t and maybe that was because many of the staff knows me there. Or, it could have been that she knows that I’m [moderately] respectful?



Either way, she had the good grace not to open it [well, not there and then] and, assured me she’d hand it over, when Claire had returned from her lunch. That was good by me, so I’d toddled off again, with a smile.



And, anyway, I phoned Rosie who returned from Portugal, with Kenny [who looks like me, poor soul] and, needs to register as unemployed [and, knowing something about such things] I volunteered to go with her, which seemed to please her.



Then in the evening, as I sat and watched some ‘Middleman’ with Mike, the phone rang. It’d been Lucie, [the ex lap-dancer, who I met in confidence class] and it seems that she wants me, at her place, on Saturday, to act as her motivation.



So I’d returned to Middleman and Mike with a smile, ‘coz for someone who doesn’t do sociable, I’m suddenly being ‘dead’ sociable: it’s just weirdness indeed.

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Idiosyncrasy
21:42 Jul 16 2009

Good luck!

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It was fine Tuesday morning, so little Mother got instructive: she told my Dad he was going to wash the net curtains, then the inside of the windows. Then, I woke to have little Mother give me my instructions. Needless to say, I did as I was told.



While I was finishing up, my Dad pushed a letter beneath my door. I had been really upset to hear the news from my Wallasey penfriend: To learn that so many of the backroom staff at Wavertree and Moorfield’s Barclay’s is being made redundant, while the bosses get rich, is oh-so wrong.



She made mention of how much she enjoyed the recent series of ‘Torchwood’. And, boy do I agree with her. It’d been one of those rare thing’s on T.V. nowadays, an intelligent piece of science-fiction. Aye, a rare thing indeed now.



That said, I do have the re-run of ‘Day Of The Triffid’s’ to watch: and, Karl tells me that ‘Eureka’ has started up again, so I’m looking to my downloads of that. As it stands, I believe that I have three to look forward to acquiring.



Anyway’s, chores done, I went walkies, to help Mike, with a PC problem. As it was, the problem wasn’t much of a problem and soon he was able to download some episodes of ‘Middleman’ for me, as I hoped he might.



[I’ve been enjoying the cgi show ‘Tripping The Rift’ of late, though I haven’t been able to find series three: and, the ‘Middleman’ was a good consolation prize, reminding me as it does of The Avengers, Get Smart and Reaper.]



I got home, to bring in my net curtains, which I’d put up, then went out into the back garden, to do as my Mother does, pottering with hoe in hand: relaxing.



Once I had finished tidying up after my bit of gardening I started typing, with the film ‘The Watchmen’ on in the background.



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“What happened to the American dream?” Asks the second Night Owl, as he looks around him, after dropping down to the street from his vehicle, to the noisy street and the noisy angry mob.



“What happened to the American dream? You’re looking at it!” The Comedian says, as he fires rubber bullets on the crowd of protesters, during a police strike.



* *



And, as I typed away and, they discuss the idea of Armageddon it had begun to rain outside my window, falling down hard. Needless to say, I was thankful we’d done the washing and, I’d gone for my walk, on this weather-changeable day.



Needless to say, minutes after the downpour, the sky turned blue, with scudding grey-tinged white clouds, amidst a plane flew on its flight-path overhead, which would take it to John Lennon airport, over the river.



And, disc one of ‘The Watchmen’ ended, so time to move, time to think about eating: and, planning my journey to the dole, when I’ll hand in the receipt for my glasses.

With the weather as it’s been of late, it should be interesting.

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Sinora
09:08 Jul 15 2009

I'm with you on Torchwood ...fantastic.

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RedQueen
07:52 Jul 16 2009

And lo and behold, "Eureka" is filmed just up the road from me- and Stargate, Dead like Me, and several others were shot here as well.

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I know that as the relationships went as they did, I will probably die alone.

And, there's only my folks that kept me going fifteen, or so years back..

.. it's all a matter of lookin to a future I'm not keen on.



You know??

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SheWolf85
08:31 Aug 03 2009

yes, I know..

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I've just been thinking weird thoughts, as my mother gave me the milk money, like who'll do it when she's gone.. ? How can she recall her primary school headmaster Mister Oakes better than my secondary school headmaster Mister Bamforth .. ? And, when I receive an email calling me handsome, how am I supposed to accept that?

I went to town for my glasses wary, thinking of Thursday evenings' irritant on the way home.

It actually had me feeling quite anxious first thing, [to the extent that I gave myself muscle spasms and gut ache] I dislike conflict so much: yet, I dislike feeling intimidated.

Opposite the suitcases on the way to the church and voluntary work, a coloured guy jostled me and when I’d muttered under my breath, he’d turned and got aggressive saying, “Whattcha looking at, mate?” There’d been a little more like it, before I walked on.



It seems that if someone has a chip on their shoulders now, they have to pass it on.



At the church, Roger was kind to a fella with blood on his face, who later kicked off on someone else, who was quiet. After a ‘kick-off’, on the quiet fellow, the police had been called. And after we’d served what we could, we closed the doors: aggression is something we cannot have on the project.



And then, as I was walking from the station and into my own road, two well-spoken youths in hooded stripey-tops and piping loud music and announcing the fact that they’d been drinking starting given me verbal, just outside my home.



All of this occurred on a day when I read in the metro that the number of people drinking themselves to death has soared by 40 per cent in the last ten years.

**warm and fuzzies**



am going to be added.



[Off to voluntary work on a too-sunny day. am inna silly mood.]

So a friend is told ‘leave vr to save your marriage.’ And, my friend leaves yahoo, v.r., myyearbook, and myspace, fetlife, lovevoodoo, aaaaaannnnnddd thats it. Yet, if he is as insecure as it sounds, it is he who sounds as though they have a problem, not her as he insists. I mean, ultimatums are never good and demanding the end of an online account is the equivalent of telling her who to be friends with. That kind of control and jealousy can be dangerous. I know, I had it in my last relationship & to be honest, I think his demands will kill what they have.. [and, the sky is that wonderful kind of crimson on the horizon, as I type.]

I’ve been trying to enthuse my friend who I watch films with to write. He worked on the Mersey Ferries: and boy, does he have some cool tales to tell.



Tonight, on the way up the drive he said, “I’ve finished another one. Do you think I should write one about the suicides??”



I’d just nodded and let my silence speak volumes.

Knowing (2009/9)



In 1959 Lucinda Emtry wrote a series of number and placed them in a time-capsule that was opened in 2009. Just imagine if that list came into your possession and that the numbers turn out to correspond to a series of disasters, which lead to an end of everything.



Kohn Koestler, as played by Nicholas Cage is the fellow in possession of that very list. And that is the preamble to the film ‘Knowing,’ a truly beautifully crafted movie.

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DarkWolfman
00:25 Jul 08 2009

I wanted to see it...but the theater didn't get it and no dvd for sell at the store.

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Synster
00:27 Jul 09 2009

I found that movie depressing. . .

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All sorts of people rip of the benefit system. I never have. But, I have learnt; if you need something, ask. So it is, when my glasses went, I sought help getting a new pair.

Now, the test itself was summat in itself: and, I’m sure the young lady who did most of the tests won’t forget me in a hurry. For a start, when lights flashed, I asked; “Dis you know this sort of test might be a precipitant for epileptics?” When I’d noticed her face turn ashen, I’d just added, “Don’t worry, it just kinda look like I’ve fall asleep.”

Anyhow, when I went to sign on Tuesday afternoon, I also saw the advisor who has been helping me find the pennies I need for my glasses, which are made expensive due to the fact that I’m photosensitive. I mean, yes I get free eye-tests and help towards the cost of the darn things: but, transition lenses aren’t covered in the price.

And, when I asked about making the order I’d been told I needed to pay half upfront, which is hard to do when you haven’t got it. Anyway, not only did a bus-driver give me a lift there, which had amazed me, but I got the coin I need to finish paying the darn thing’s off. So soon I’ll be able to go on the PC without headaches, which may lead to migraine. That’ll be cool. And, talking of cool, the walk back home had been well pleasant, with sun and, a slight wind. Aye, it was very pleasant indeed.

And, I got home, feeling pleasantly knackered, to find my Mum where My mum would be, in the back garden, more than a tad breathless, yet smiling; as she pottered around, weeding and dead-heading and suchlike: Yep, little Mother in her element.

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xxEmaeraldxx
22:17 Jul 07 2009

Oh jolly good on getting the glasses! :)

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I seem to recall Kismet as a musical film with Howard Keel in it: a film with a lot of colour and fine tunes. What I’m finding is that Kismet is an annoyance, without chance, without glasses. In others words, without the new gigs, that I want, I’m unable to see where to remove that message beneath my display picture about poisoning the homeless down. I had left that message on a Thursday, when I was off outta Vampire Rave, to let people know what I was up to. Heck, I can’t even see how to delete the damn thing now. And, I say it was annoying as someone messaged me about it, thinking I was taking the piss outta the homeless. Like hardly: I do the project that I do as a few years ago, ‘it could’ve been me.’

I was amazed to see my Father and Mother enthralled by the tennis final between Federer and Riddick when I got home from Karl’s, all ready for my evening meal.



Then over tea, I heard my Father make a remark that suggested he had knowledge of the game. So I’d enquired further: it seems that besides being a despatch rider in the home-guard and cycling through the Mersey tunnel to go to college in Liverpool during the bombing, he also played cricket and football, as well as playing club tennis; and was particularly good at fencing, being offered a place on the Olympic team, if he stayed with the team, as coached by Professor Zaroff.



[Zaroff, a professor at Liverpool University also taught the royal family to fence.]



Now I’d known the bit about the fencing and the Home-Guard, but I hadn’t known the rest: and, that had been quite a surprise. It just shows, you never truly know someone, until they decide to tell you the rest.



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If any story were due a remake, it’s ‘Day Of The Triffids.’ Now I hear that this year they’re to make a film of the book; my favourite book, the only one other than ‘Logan’s Run,’ that I’ve read again and again.



Meanwhile, the BBC are re-showing on BBC4 the classic six-part series they transmitted a few years ago.



Then as Now, I’d got the VHS machine working. And this time, unlike then, I’m going to get all sex episodes.



“It’s just the sense of lonliness… being cut off from everyone else.”



Josella Payton to Bill Mason, as they enjoy a quiet drink, after he’s just rescued her.

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RedQueen
19:32 Jul 06 2009

all SEX episodes? I love the way your mind works...lol



And Day of the Triffids is also a favorite of mine- I adore sci fi and horror from that era.

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a friend called today, who calls coz I can listen.



[when I choose.]



she's as emotional as I can be; and, as obsessive as I used to be. But, I can help her.



[or maybe, she just chooses to let me.. ?]

With a not-so well known cast: and, brilliant child actors, this little British film is genuinely creepy, in the same way as ‘The Midwich Cuckoo’s’ struck a nerve. It’s remarkably short in running time, but don’t let that put you off. After all, Sam Raimi is quoted as saying 80 minutes in the ideal running time for a film. And, it takes a lot to put the frighteners on me with a film; but this came very close to managing it.

To celebrate the Fourth of July? Perhaps you could use a glass or two, [but do it safely] you’ve escaped the yolk of British Tyranny: enjoy it & to my American cousins, "Have a good day."

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ladyofdragonrose
01:42 Jul 08 2009

smiles I really dont celebrate July fourth, I do so love the fireworks though . But it surprises most that i see no reason really to jump around and declare my independence from the motherland ( England ) as my family were here first...smiles.. Native American Cherokee. life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness, is endowed for everyone. not just americans...:)

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But, with work? They do the random testing thing now, so people just can’t smoke the green.



*pouts*



aw now that's wicked. positively wicked.

An that's as bad as tying me down to as desk when I work.

On 13:44:37 Jul 02 2009 (-0 GMT) Angelus wrote:



HA! says Neil working downward, ".. takes into account the last email."





Damn, damn & double damn, I’m to be polite.

Aren’t I??

That’s just too tempting.

[a little stoned] had a busy thursday.

I deserved my Friday Night.



**Shrugs shoulders**



O-boy - Christian Slater had a surprising role in 'Mind Hunters'



**looks sheepish**



am sitting here naked, bar a terry-towel robe, draped strategically, over my loins.

that just wasn't enough rain earlier.



poor lawn.

It’s hot & sticky: the UK is not supposed to be this hot. And, I have voluntary work later! [that'll be fun, in this heat.]

Crumbs, for the last couple of weeks it has been obscenely hot.

It's been as hot as Portugal.. well, a couple of degrees hotter.



[I blame Bush, denying the existence of global warming.]

“Another hot and humid day,” the lady had said on the radio Wednesday morning and she’d been right. And that on a day when my folks were having new carpets fitted in the their bedroom and, the back hall. I’d helped my Dad clean their room out of everything; with him having done removed the old carpet with my help and washed the tiles down. And, I’d figured that as the fitters had said, ‘between twelve and two’ and it’d been twelve forty five, it was time for a walk.



As it happens, it’d been a good move, as while I sat down at the mere on the wall it’d begun to rain, a light cooling rain that brought a wide smile to my face, that’d lasted the majority of the walk home.



And, when I got back home, I’d been proven correct in my assumption: the carpets had been fitted and, my Father was ready for help putting everything back.



That said, once I’d finished, it was time to chill.



And, boy does that look witty, written down there, as it was anything but ‘chill.’

I mean, this is England I live in: Great Britain doesn’t have five day’s of sun.

Anyone would think that with this heat, we’re living in Portugal, or somewhere like that. Hah! It’d have to be ‘somewhere else,’ the other day it was hotter here than in Portugal. [Maybe there is something in this global warming? It is a thought.]