Archive for November, 2012


The Sentinel

Dependable and strong a wall in itself
Faded by time and scarred by war
The tales now carried that will never be told
A silence kept as if it were law

New confidence born just by being
Like a drug released to course through veins
Never knocked down yet to be beaten
Back from the dead time and again

Great companion a complaint never voiced
A warm embrace and comforting hold
The ever standing sentinel always on call
Used when in need to often ignored

The holidays are coming

Right, before I start this I will admit that I am no fan of Christmas (queue the bah hum bugs) and haven’t been for sometime. So much so that should any of my friends be reading this they will already be thinking “I’ve heard it all before”. But I do like certain things about it, everyone being in a good mood, the food, the drink and of course the presents. So to the point (if there really ever is one) of this post. When do you know its Christmas???

Now everyone knows that shops start advertising it earlier every year and sooner rather than later there will be trees up June, but that’s not what I’m talking about. I mean the things that maybe incidental, maybe a tradition you have that happens every year, something that when you see it triggers the ITS CHRISTMAS moment (or in me the DOH ITS BACK moment), maybe the first snow if you are lucky enough to live in a country that has it.

For me Its a combination of things but the first is probably the biggest. It has me almost ashamed (thankfully I find shame boring and try to live without it)  that I have been suckered in by such a huge advertising campaign. Coca Cola’s the holiday’s are coming add’s (no prizes for guessing that), the ones with the big line of coke trucks and the catchy if somewhat annoying song. Every year at this time they start on the TV and as soon as I see the first one, from then on it really is Christmas. Not normally one to get excited about much, I will admit that when they parked one of the trucks outside my work last year I did go out and get a few photo’s (and a considerable amount of free cans too). I think it’s probably just that it reminds me of being a kid and no matter how old you are or how much you pretend otherwise everyone loves feeling like a kid again.

There are many other things that trigger the same kind of reaction (just not in the same way).  Christmas movies for one, again I don’t mean things like miracle on 34th st or Anne cause while they are no doubt Christmas movies they just don’t cut it. I mean the classics they show every year without fail that only seem to get shown at this time, Die Hard (any of them), cool runnings, back to the future or while not a film the only fools and horses Christmas special. For some reason films like those have just come to be Christmas films.

OK before this gets too long-winded and dull, I know that it maybe to late I am gonna throw it open and come back to the original question. When do you know its Christmas??

 

Guardian Angels

Silent watchers sit
Ever-present seldom seen
Distance far removed
Close by or miles from me

Silent watchers sit
Sometimes read my mind
Even in the darkness
Their light will always shine

Silent watchers sit
Never let me doubt
Alone is never lonely
Their words a written shout

Silent watchers sit
A constant voice of calm
When thunders within still rage
Their thoughts a soothing balm

Silent watchers sit
A promise cast in stone
Though sometimes left un-said
You make this world my home

Distant flame

A smile can mask a thousand thoughts

But a thousand smiles wont hide the truth

An empty stare this time has wrought

That spark gone out you should never lose

Left to perish it may never return

What once burned brightly enveloped in cold

A distant glimmer that from past did learn

Shelters for now but to life does hold

The fire struck grows to a blaze

Heated blood scolds though it is not shown

Emotions in check behind blank slate

A time will come for life to atone

That smile of a thousand now in place

Forgotten in an instant no cause for concern

Discontented malice in more than a trace

Fire now raging a corner now turned

Its all about the MO

“Hey, do you wanna do Movember this year? yeah sure why not”

 

Oh if only I had known, if only I had taken some time to think before answering that question. Then I wouldn’t sitting here looking like a cross between a semi bald ferret and a paint brush. Don’t get me wrong doing something for charity is great and it is a worthy cause. But there is nothing else I can think of that makes so many people look like utter muppets for an entire month. As a mate of mine said when I told her I was doing this “oh crap it’s that time of year again. I hate Movember it just makes all men ugly”.

 

I don’t think it would be so bad if I could actually grow a tash, but no it is just not something I am capable of doing. The fact that my septum is still completely hairless after over 3 weeks is laughable and has inspired the description the reverse Hitler. But then I guess I would rather be incapable of growing a decent tash than be able to grow one and spend the rest of my life resembling Chewbacca.

 

So roll on mid night on the 30th of November, when I will finally be free from the embarrassment, the itch and the daily good-natured slaggings………… seriously what has the world come to when a ginger has the nerve to take the piss out of someone else’s hair!!!!!