Poems, thoughts, ideas, ponderings, rants, etc.

Here's an interesting article about how our minds work:


Well, when all is said and done, you have to admit, he could cetainly
bust a move back in his day:


I can't believe it! Michael Jackson is dead!

My dad told me this morning (I don't watch the news, for fear of being
brainwashed by the Illuminati) and I was totally gobsmacked!

I think they should still do the tour, with a robot version. Actually,
that's probably what they were doing anyway.


I remember, when I was a kid,
perhaps 7*, I don't know,
our local library showed a film on Fridays,
on a projector
in the corner of the the room.

They were always 70's films,
Cheap budget British ones, with bad music.
There was always a young boy in flared jeans
being chased round a warehouse by bad men.

Russell was there with his brother,
both with their lunch boxes,
because they were coming to my house afterwards.

But you don't know them,
so never mind...

* it could have been 6 or 8, or maybe even 5. I really can't remember.

Don't try too hard

to stick up for yourself.
The world is full

of disasters

created by people
sticking up for what they believed in,

convinced they were right,
convinced they held the
ultimate truth;

or at least
determined, at all costs
to defend their opinions,
their ideas, their own version
of the make-believe fairy-tale
we all take part in;

but at the end of the day
they are only thoughts;

just thoughts,
that keep them distracted from life.

Does it hurt so much
to be wrong?

Is it really worth it to be right?
don't you see,
it all blows over
eventually, anyway;

none of it matters in the end;
none of your opinions will survive
to the bitter end;

there will always be something else
to replace them, something bigger,
better, "more important";

and that too
will eventually disolve.

There will always be someone to disagree with,
if you really want to disagree.

There will always be someone to fight against,
if you really want to fight.

You can always find someone to prove wrong,
someone who hasn't thought it all though
quite as well as you have,


maybe, while you were busy building it all up,
thinking it all through really well,
hardening all your opinions
into concrete,

maybe they were just busy
getting on with life

and being happy

in their own way.

Yesterday I was planning to do some exercise in the evening. It was a choice between either an evening walk with my walking group, or an hour of swimming at my local swimming pool. I couldn't quite decide. However, my body decided for me...

As the day went on, I began to notice that I was starting to feel ever-so-slightly tired and achey. I thought it felt like the beginning of a virus, so I remembered what nutritionist Patrick Holford says. He says that if, on the very first sign of a virus, you start consuming HUGE amounts of Vitamin C, you can saturate your body's cells with Vitamin C to the point where the virus cannot possibly survive. By the way, unlike some vitamins (such as Vitamin A and Vitamin B6, which are toxic in high doses - although much higher than the RDA, it should be noted), Vitamin C is actually one of the LEAST toxic substances for the body. You can safely consume very large amounts, and the only likely side effect is that it can cause loose bowels in some sensitive individuals.

So I took a high strength tablet of vitamin C (1000mg), and also drank a whole pint of fresh juice (made from carrots, pears, apple, spinach and ginger). I then had some food (lentils), and took some more Vitamin C. I was starting to feel cold and shaky, so I put my dressing gown over my clothes, and got my duvet, and settled down on the sofa for an evening watching TV (including a particularly exciting episode of the X-Files, and a funny program about how Sundays in Britain used to be really boring, narrated by comedian Sean Lock).

About every 15 to 30 minutes I took another high strength Vitamin C tablet. It was about 10:30 by the time I finally made my way to bed (which is quite late for me), because I got into that ironic situation where I felt too tired to get up and go to bed.

Eventually I forced myself, and consumed 4 more high strength Vitamin C tablets as I went to bed. I then lay in bed in my full clothes + dressing gown + duvet, swetting as I had really strange dreams.

But I woke up this morning feeling a LOT better. The only achey feeling is in my back, and I think that might be due to the intense Yoga postures I was doing a couple of days ago.

This is great though, because I'm pretty sure that if I hadn't have had all that Vitamin C then it could have lasted a few days, as these kinds of achey viruses often do. In this case, it lasted less than 24 hours. With the help of the huge amount of Vitamin C, my body was able to heal itself literally over night!

I think the key here is in taking the Vitamin C at the VERY FIRST SIGN of any symptoms at all. If you wait until you have full-blown symptoms then it is too late, because by then the virus has taken full hold of your system.

I just thought that was worth sharing, because I'm pretty sure that if I hadn't done what I did, then I would be still lying in bed today feeling like shit. Whereas now I feel well enough to crack on and get some things done that I want to do.

The day. The day. The
big sky day, full of clouds and
buildings, fields and sun.

Are wars just nature's
twisted way of controlling
the population?

It's not the planet
we have to save, but ourselves.
Earth's tougher than us.

This haiku is crap.
It doesn't say anything
and there are WAY too many syllables in the last line.

Smiling in the sun,
she wore a red T-shirt and
looked like Katie Price.

Sunny intervals:
I never know where I am,
but that's half the fun.

One day I was walking through the woods when I saw a man with fifteen ears. I shouted at him, and he danced, and then a big triangle appeared and melted into the sky. Then a man on a bike rode past and I kicked him off the bike and stole his bike and rode all the way to Liverpool. The only problem was, I didn't make it quite all the way to Liverpool, I only made it three quarters of all the way to Liverpool, because the front tire burst when I was in Stoke-on-Trent, which is where Robbie Williams is from.

In Stoke-on-Trent there was a Giant Catapult Factory, and I smashed a window and stole a giant catapult. I paid a man £10 to assist me in setting up the giant catapult, and then I was catapulted the rest of the way to Liverpool and landed in the River Mersey ----> AARRGGHH! - there was a boat coming towards me! I swam really fast and managed to get out of the way, but lots of water got in my lungs and I coughed a lot.

I climbed out of the water, and a man called Timothy was eating a sandwhich. Then I borrowed a man's skateboard and skateboarded all the way up into the sky where there was a secret hidden Sky Hole through which I travelled and landed in the dream of woman called Elizabeth Gertrude Murzleweemytooble Mary George Thomas Florence Nightingale Trousers Deborah Judy Judy Judy Judy McJudyface.

I emerged from her dream via her eyes, and said to her, "What is your name?" and she told me what it was and I said, "Wow, that's a lot of names you've got there, are you Royalty or something?" and she said, "No, my parents were insane and on drugs and obsessed with being indecisive."

Then a man with really long legs (so long that he was taller than a house) walked past and ate a strawberry which was so big that the Indian Ocean was far away and not even worth thinking about really. Then another man, who was so short that he was underground, walked past unnoticed by all the people with big eyes who had just eaten a big yoghurt together.

Then I kissed Elizabeth Gertrude Murzleweemytooble Mary George Thomas Florence Nightingale Trousers Deborah Judy Judy Judy Judy McJudyface on the elbow and wiped snot on her face. "Hey, you evil man!" she said, so I danced a funky dance and she laughed and everything was okay again.

But then - OH NO! - suddenly something very sudden happened! What was it? I don't know! It happened far too suddenly for me to know what it was. But I knew that it happened because it happened only just slowly enough for the part of my brain which knows that something has happened but doesn't know what it is to realise that something happened too fast for the part of my brain that fully understands what something is once the other part of my brain (the one I just mentioned) has realised that something has happened to understand what it was that happened. But then the part of my brain responsible for wondering whether something did really happen (The Doubt Cortex?) said to the other two parts of my brain, "Hey you guys, did something really happen?" At which point The Something Just Happened Cortex (?) said, "Yes, something did definately just happen, but I'm not entirely sure what it was," and The Understanding What Happened Cortex (¿) said, "..................................."

But then the sudden thing happened again, but slightly less suddenly this time, and all parts of my brain fully comprehended what it was. It was a giraffe on rollerblades with a rocket pack. I waved at him and said "Hello!" but he didn't say anything, presumably because he didn't speak English and only spoke Giraffian.

I reached into my pocket for my Giraffian phrase book (which I always carry with me just in case I need to speak to a giraffe who is rude and arrogant enough to come all the way to England and not learn a single word of Englandish) and looked up the phrase for "Your mother wipes the bottoms of midgets who walk on stilts" and shouted it at him as he rollerbladed away.

Suddenly (but not too suddenly!) he turned around and rollerbladified back towards me with a look on his face which said "I hate you, and wish you would melt into the ground!"

I was quite offended, and did some karate on his face.

Then the InsaneShoutyMan came running past being chased by the GrinnyFacedMan who was in turn being chased by the LoonyBumBumGirl who was being chased by the DumBreath SpazCockMan who was being chased by another giraffe on rollerblades on the end of stilts - very tall! Bigger than a very very tall tree or a 5 storey house or something like that, I don't know. What the hell.

What the hell? Yes, what the hell.

The End.

Now go away and shut up.

For anyone that didn't catch Britain's Got Talent, you missed Diversity,
probably the world's greatest dance act.

Diversity's first performance on Britain's Got Talent:

Diversity's performance in the Semi-final:

The performance in the final, that secured them the number one spot:

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