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Next fall when you see geese heading south for the winter... flying along in V formation...you might consider what science has discovered as to why they fly that way:

As each bird flaps its wings, it creates an uplift for the bird immediately following. By flying in V formation the whole flock adds at least 71% greater flying range, than if each bird flew on its own.

People who share a common direction and sense of community can get where they are going more quickly and easily because they are traveling on the thrust of one another.

When a goose falls out of formation, it suddenly feels the drag and resistance of trying to go it alone... and quickly gets back into formation to take advantage of the lifting power of the bird in front. If we have as much sense as a goose, we will stay in formation with those who are headed the same way we are.

When the head goose gets tired it rotates back in the wing and another goose flies point. It is sensible to take turns doing demanding jobs...with people or with geese flying south.

Geese honk from behind to encourage those up front to keep up their speed. What do we say when we honk from behind?

Finally...and this is important...when a goose gets sick or is wounded by gunshots, and falls out of formation, two other geese fall out with that goose and follow it down to lend help and protection. They stay with the fallen goose until it is able to fly or until it dies, and only then do they launch out on their own, or with another formation to catch up with their group.

If we have the sense of a goose, we will stand by each other in like manner.

Goose Send-off
A Migration Poem by Owen Neill

The voice of ancient gossamer
rises still its ancient way
in the quiet thunder eager wings
trying what the north winds say.

What do winds whisper in clever ears
that makes the time to go just right?
The wonder is the mesage comes
to all at once like second sight.

Preparation, patient, strong
born from the egg with what they need
each bird follows its primal plan
ten thousand years could not impede.

We came, once with reckless sway
and cut across the natural flow.
But now repentance pricks us on
as we repair the status quo.

We set the wild geese wild once more.
We hatch, imprint and train the flock.
We run, then fly, again, again
until we share the same bloodstock.

Man and bird are strangely one
yet each cannot know the other.
Along the route soon remembered well
the wild and tame are somehow brother.

The goal is fixed in the mind as one.
All eyes peel the horizon away.
It's time to soar where long ago
all nature held its solemn sway.

Motion liquid below autumn clouds
a man-bird combination flies.
Like an ancient myth we integrate
and put sweet mytery in our eyes.

A wrong is righted heroically.
A beauty we have never known
gives hope our world at least in part
will reap the harvest we have modestly sown.

The voice of ancient gossamer
rises again its ancient way
in the quiet mystery of new born winds.
They know again what the north winds say.

Heaven's dawn by Cypress-flanked gate
at first sight morning mist refrains
from seizing this God-given day
now sunrise steals a beau geste smile
drip-fed rays a certain appeasement
my antidotal replenishment
these days-
running in mind, I turn another page
an atonement delivered within a maze
sealed gratefully by cherry lips
and a brown-eyed reflection
motion of days clutching progress
forerunner of health mannered the cure
a manikineko of graceful claw
then, as now, pain will thaw
through Cypress-flanked gate of such allure.

c-lauren6

A driving school test
The following are a sampling of real answers received on exams given by the California Department of Transportation's driving school.

Q: Do you yield when a blind pedestrian is crossing the road?
A: What for? He can't see my license plate.

Q: Who has the right of way when four cars approach a four-way stop at the same time?
A: The pick up truck with the gun rack and the bumper sticker saying, "Guns don't kill people. I do."

Q: When driving through fog, what should you use?
A: Your car.

Q: How can you reduce the possibility of having an accident?
A: Be too drunk to find your keys.

Q: What problems would you face if you were arrested for drunk driving?
A: I'd probably lose my buzz a lot faster.

Q: What changes would occur in your lifestyle if you could no longer drive lawfully?
A: I would be forced to drive unlawfully.

Q: What are some points to remember when passing or being passed?
A: Make eye contact and wave "hello" if she is cute.

Q: What is the difference between a flashing red traffic light and a flashing yellow traffic light?
A: The color.

Q: How do you deal with heavy traffic?
A: Heavy psychedelics.

Q: What can you do to help ease a heavy traffic problem?
A: Carry loaded weapons.

Q: Why would it be difficult to be a police officer?
A: It would be tough to be an idiot all day long.

* Yello

* The sermon this morning: "Jesus Walks on the Water" The sermon tonight: "Searching for Jesus."

* Next Sunday is the family hayride and bonfire at the Fowlers'. Bring your own hot dogs and
guns. Friends are welcome! Everyone come for a fun time.

* Barbara remains in the hospital and needs blood donors for more transfusions. She is also having trouble sleeping and requests tapes of Pastor Jack's sermons.

* Irving Benson and Jessie Carter were married on October 24 in the church. So ends a friendship that began in their school days.

* At the evening service tonight, the sermon topic will be "What is Hell?" Come early andlisten to our choir practice.

* The Lutheran men's group will meet at 6 PM. Steak, mashed potatoes, green beans, bread and dessert will be served for a nominal feel.

* Please place your donation in the envelope along with the deceased person(s) you want remembered.

* The church will host an evening of fine dining, superb entertainment, and gracious hostility.

* Potluck supper Sunday at 5:00 P.M.-prayer and medication to follow.

* The ladies of the Church have cast off clothing of every kind. They may be seen in the basement on Friday afternoon.

* This evening at 7 P.M. there will be a hymn sing in the park across from the Church. Bring a blanket and come prepared to sin.

"You can lead a horse to water, but a pencil must be lead."

-Stan Laurel in "Brats"

I've never felt seasick
is such a lie
whether in a force 9
or the relief of a sigh
wavering between doubt,
harbouring fears
those white horses
recalling the tears
where horizons are never still
until touched by the moment
of a past greeting a future
sailing side-by-side.

-lauren6

"Doctors at a hospital in Brooklyn, New York have gone on strike. Hospital officials say they will find out what the Doctors' demands are as soon as they can get a pharmacist over there to read the picket signs!"

A man goes to his doctor and says, "I don't think my wife's hearing isn't as good as it used to be. What should I do?" The doctor replies, "Try this test to find out for sure.
When your wife is in the kitchen doing dishes, stand fifteen feet behind her and ask her a question, if she doesn't respond keep moving closer asking the question until she hears you."

The man goes home and sees his wife preparing dinner. He stands fifteen feet behind her and says, "What's for dinner, honey?" He gets no response, so he moves to ten feet behind her and asks again. Still no response, so he moves to five feet. still no answer. Finally he stands directly behind her and says, "Honey, what's for dinner?" She replies, "For the fourth time, I SAID CHICKEN!"

Tree and Sky by Siegfried Sassoon

Let my soul, a shining tree,
Silver branches lift towards thee,
Where on a hallowed winter’s night
The clear-eyed angels may alight.

And if there should be tempests in
My spirit, let them surge like din
Of noble melodies at war;
With fervour of such blades of triumph as are
Flashed in white orisons of saints who go
On shafts of glory to the ecstasies they know.

How lovely you are
heartwarmingly so
with every vista
my hinterland impacted by you
Through great pains
no hindrance felt
within your splendidness
my energies are best put
moments beside you
never come too soon
yet last hopefully
to the end of our shadow cast

Forgotten life
in order to save this
suffering and expression
now split perfectly
in two
the writing of words
knows no pain
yet hurting without description
-a broken spine untreatable
with a sentence unspeakable.

I've just got home, after a few scary hours in hospital. My medication put enormous strain on my heart and became rather dangerous...however, I'm safe from harm now, but it was a bit too close for comfort.
The doctor's have finally agreed to reduce, even stop my absurdly powerful medicine, realising that the negative side-effects FAR OUTWEIGH the slight benefits.
I know, I know..

Driving home as a passenger, from hospitalisation, the radio played "Body Talk" by Imagination, with the slowly sinking afternoon sun...I never realised just how good that song can sound, when your mind is tuned right...maybe I just caught the inspiration right.

Morning, afternoon, and night
We lay together side by side
Searchin' for lust
Searchin' for breath
Searchin' for the touch of life

No words are spoken
the only sound we hear
is body talk, body talk

The heat of passion is such
a beautiful thing as it overflows
Pleasure grows all the dreams it can bring
Ooh, your lips in my eyes and gentle sighs
With body talk, body talk

Cool and kind, so soft and pure, a touching moment
Heated feelings once explode, but have melted
We were two souls torn apart with bitter ages
Through expression not aggression, we have become one

Body talk, body talk

Cool and kind, so soft and pure, a touching moment
Heated feelings once explode, but have melted
We are two souls torn apart with bitter ages
Through expression not aggression, we have become one

Searchin' for lust
Searchin' for breath
Searchin' for the touch of life

No words are spoken
the only sound we hear
is body talk, body talk, body talk, body talk, body talk

[Body Talk] Ooh Now sugar
[Body Talk] Aah aah aah
[Body Talk] Oh ah
[Body Talk] Baa dee dee daa
[Body Talk] Ooh body to body

"Body Talk": Imagination.

The one hand seeks delight
the other in hesitation
curled and introverted this night
belies both touch and sight

Early promise petered-out
dampened
such optimism
into faded minimalism

Outstretched emotion
lurching to-and-fro
dizzying heights
passing highlights

Another sip, another line
today's test of time
fortune faded,
or simply foretold

Never a foregone conclusion
determining the gold,
a devil's swing
an almighty cut and sting

Still seeking and searching
hope and faith well-travelled,
companiable when alone
dreams now set the tone

Right into sleep
left the day at peace
through emotions I've been
tomorrow waits to be seen.

-lauren6

And finally the sound of rain
clattering on Sycamore leaves
all else falls silent
watching, waiting
for such company
now on edge,
expectant
for one and all
a day, a year
rising and setting
terms of convenience
as day turns to night
standing guard
for the closing ceremony.

-lauren6

Shared joy is a double joy; shared sorrow is half sorrow.
Swedish proverb

Thousands of candles can be lighted from a single candle, And the life of the candle will not be shortened. Happiness never decreases by being shared.
Buddha (This one is for ganesharocks!)

The true way to render ourselves happy is to love our work and find in it our pleasure.
Francoise de Motteville

When we are happy we are always good, but when we are good we are not always happy.
Oscar Wilde

Whoever is happy will make others happy too.
Anne Frank

Learn to be calm and you will always be happy
Paramhansa Yogananda

Be happy while you're living, for you're a long time dead.
Scottish Proverb

Never look down on anybody unless you're helping him up.
Jesse Jackson

I feel a deep affinity with Vincent
Van Gogh. I once cut off my fingernails
and gave them to an ex-girlfriend.

(Tom Sims)

The good news: My new manager has
humongous tits. The bad news: He
yells at me for staring at them.

(Nick Smith)

Why is it that a boy who can kill 300
alien mutants in five minutes on an Xbox
can't hit the toilet bowl when he pees?

(Phil Garding)

Never mind the Da Vinci code --
what about the Picasso code?
Does ANYBODY know what those things are?

(Billy "Croc" Coats)

Somehow "our song" just isn't as
romantic now that they're using it
in an erectile dysfunction ad.

(Jerry L. Embry)

Say what you want, but depression does
have its benefits. For instance, I used
to have a fear of flying, but now when
I get on a plane, I really don't give
a crap if it reaches its destination.

(Ian Dauphinee)

Pebbles
bubbles
giggles
and doubles
but a few
of pleasures simple
that pass too soon
with time's marching dragoon.

-lauren6

Any language is a supreme achievement of a uniquely human collective genius, as divine and endless a mystery as a living organism.

-Michael Krauss, linguist

The loss of a language is part of the more general loss being suffered by the world, the loss of diversity in all things.

-Ken Hale, linguist.

(Both appear in "The Language Instinct" by Steven Pinker.

A collective crowd
hangs in balance
beneath the greatest cloud
now all is resemblance.

[I was reading Pinker's book, and KK's blog, and both prompted me to post the two linguist's words. Thanks KK!]

A storm, the edge of dryness
rumbling-on and bubbling-up
brewing, a hunger acruing
where drought and flood
are preordained to meet
in one pulsating, cascading beat
an offering, a sacrifice
now the gift of rain will suffice.

-lauren6

[After half a dozen 'beefy' storms passed us by throughout July, here in Norfolk, tonight, finally, one has blessed our parched earth with a downpour, but it may be too much in one go, running into the depleted rivers and out to sea. But no complaints this time!]

Quiet minds cannot be perplexed or frightened but go on in fortune or misfortune at their own private pace, like a clock during a thunderstorm.

Robert Louis Stevenson

Are we on-track
aligned or alloyed?
meeting our targets
obsessed with headsets

Or would we prefer
a simple caress
behind an embrace
defining the place

If it's true
that money corrupts
then it's also true
that love renews, absolutely

Hope to cherish
belief to continue
the future path
already with you.

-lauren6

After one year of having this blog, I will enter the description of lovely Wensum...the reason for this blog's name, is of course the river...

The River Wensum is a river in Norfolk, England and a tributary of the River Yare. The source of the Wensum lies between the villages of Colkirk and Whissonsett in Norfolk. The river flows westward initially through the village of Raynham passing close to Raynham Hall, home of the Marquis Townshend. The river then turns and follows a path to the north flowing through a number of small villages. An 18th century water mill (now a hotel and restaurant) bridges the river at Sculthorpe. The river then turns and flows to the east through the market town of Fakenham where it is bridged by another c18 water mill that was in use until 1979. The river then flows in a south easterly direction passing through the Pensthorpe Nature reserve and the village of Great Ryburgh.
The river then flows onwards through the villages Great Witchingham, Lenwade and Taverham before entering the City of Norwich. The river then merges with the river Yare to the south of the city before flowing eastward through Breydon Water to the North Sea at Great Yarmouth.

The river is navigable from the centre of Norwich to its confluence with the River Yare.

wikipedia.

AFRONT- in front
AHIND - behind
ATWIN - between
BISHY BARNEY BEE-Lady Bird
BOR - neighbour or boy
BRED AND BORN - Norfolk purists insist this is the proper order not"born and bred"
COR BLARST ME! - favourite Norfolk expletive along "Well,I'll be blowed!" lines
DEW YEW KEEP A TROSHIN! - carry on with the threshing - but is another way of saying "goodbye" or "look after yourself"
DUDDER - to shiver "all of a dudder"
GUZUNDER - CHAMBER POT(guzunder the bed!)
HOLD YEW HARD! - Hang on a moment
JIP - aggravation,annoyance in the sense of pain
JOLLIFICEARTIONS - fun, joviality
LEND US A LUG - asking someone else to listen into a conversation for you(this is one of my father's expressions!)
LOKE - lane or alley,usually enclosed
LOLLOP - to progress slowly
LUMMOX - clumsy or ungainly person("git yew out o'the way yew gret lummox!")
MARDLE - 1.to gossip,chat at leisure;2 a village pond
MAWTHER - girl or young woman
OLD YEAR'S NYTE -New Year's Eve
ON THE HUH - awry,slanted or not level
RUM - curious,strange,funny
SQUIT - talking nonsense
TITTY-TOTTY - Very small
WARMINT - varmint or vermin,troublesome person "come here you young warmint I'll sort yew out!"
NOTE:many words beginning with V take a W start in Norfolk - warmint,wittles and willage among them.There are also examples of the letter being changed in the middle of the word i.e. aggravating becomes aggraweartin.

ZACKLEY - exactly ("thass zackly ryte!")

http://www.geocities.com/Heartland/Acres/5564/dictionary.html

NORFOLK PHRASES IN DIALECT

I got suffen a-shew yo: I've got something to show you
Um nowagorn: I'm now going
Tha's a lotta ol squit: That's a lot of nonsense
Hold y'r blaaren': Stop crying
As loike this 'ere: 'ere It's like this
Cor,yu do look queer: You don't look very well!
Garpen outa the winder: Looking out of the window
Yu'll larf th'other side a y'r kisser sune: You wont find that very funny soon
U'l ding yu over: I'll hit you
Um hoolly dry: I'm very thirsty
I'll box your chops: I'll smack your cheeks
Verra loikely: Possibly

Norfolk ways;

PAST He say,
PRESENT I say,
FUTURE I'll say
A sentence thus constructed would be unintelligible to other than an East Anglian, viz:

"go he say I say,du I dint I say,but he will keep on a-sayen' so I'll say......"

The above phrases and tenses were taken from an East Anglian Magazine dated April 1960. It was written by The Rev.A.D.Jones,A.L.C.D.

Link

It's happy
this morning anew
the sky shines through
blues and whites
hazes from the night
shrieking Jay's pass
lavender scents
July's aflame
yesterday survived
today's for you.

-lauren6

Men judge by the complexion of the sky
The state and inclination of the day.
- William Shakespeare

Much may be lost
falling by the wayside
without passing the test of time
a fact not given merely in isolation
yet! there's something, I am sure
-there being two gems remaining-
of one it is you
within a heart created for two
to combine and entwine embodies
a beautiful essence of oneness
thus life becomes liveable
as love belays the unbridgeable.

* VIRUS ALERT *

If you receive an email entitled "Badtimes" delete it immediately. Do not open it! It will not only erase everything on your hard drive, but it will also delete anything on disks within 20 feet of your computer.

It demagnetises the stripes on ALL of your credit cards.

It reprograms your ATM access code, screws up the tracking on your VCR and uses subspace field harmonics to scratch any CD's you attempt to play.

It will re-calibrate your refrigerator's coolness settings so all your ice cream melts and your milk curdles.

It will program your phone autodial to call only your mother-in-law's number.

This virus will mix antifreeze into your fish tank.

It will drink all your beer.

It will leave dirty socks on the coffee table when you are expecting company.

Its radioactive emissions will cause your toe jam and bellybutton fuzz (be honest, you have some) to migrate behind your ears.

It will replace your shampoo with Nair and your Nair with Rogaine, all while dating your current boy/girlfriend behind your back and billing their hotel rendezvous to your Visa card.

It will cause you to run with scissors and throw things in a way that is only fun until someone loses an eye.

It will give you Dutch Elm Disease and Tinea.

It will rewrite your backup files, changing all your active verbs to passive tense and incorporating undetectable misspellings which grossly change theinterpretations of key sentences.

If the "Badtimes" message is opened in a Windows95 environment, it will leave the toilet seat up and leave your hair dryer plugged in dangerously close to a full bathtub.

It will not only remove the forbidden tags from your mattresses and pillows, but it will also refill your skim milk with whole milk.

It will replace all your luncheon meat with Spam.

It will molecularly rearrange your cologne or perfume, causing it to smell like dill pickles.

It is insidious and subtle. It is dangerous and terrifying to behold. It is also a rather interesting shade of mauve.

These are just a few signs of infection...

Our life
blood
heritage
education
taught value in belief
a faith or a care
in a world
made for us
then why,
does it take a lifetime
upon this world
to disbelieve
and misunderstand
all we can't begin to understand?

We are not separate from spirit.
We are in it
-- Plotinus

"Don't be fooled by the calendar. There are only as many days
in the year as we make use of. One man gets only a week's value out of a
year while another man gets a full year's value out of the week."
-- Charles Richards

"There isn't enough darkness in all the world to snuff out the
light of one little candle."
-- Anonymous

John was a clerk in a small pharmacy but he was not much of a salesman. He could never find the item the customer wanted.

Bob, the owner, had about enough and warned John that the next sale he missed would be his last.

Just then a man came in coughing and he ask John for their best cough syrup. Try as he might John could not find the cough syrup. Remembering Bob's warning he sold the man a box of Ex-Lax and told him to take it all at once.

The customer did as John said and then walked outside and leaned against a lamp post.

Bob had seen the whole thing and came over to ask John what had transpired.

"He wanted something for his cough but I couldn't find the cough syrup. I substituted Ex-Lax and told him to take it all at once" John explained.

"Ex-Lax won't cure a cough!" Bob shouted angrily.

"Sure it will" John said, pointing at the man leaning on the lamp post.

"Just look at him. He's afraid to cough!"

One swallow made my Summer nervous
this much can be construed
for challenges must be digested
to stem unfavourable tides
damning a nation which,
effectively stole our pride
in a Summer without rain
trees struggle with few leaves
yet the needles feel sharpest
through this pain, a Cypress stands strongest!

So, it all fits together now...
David Beckham, I remember, once sported a t-shirt adorning 'The Cult' just before joining Real Madrid, and now, upon replaying The Cult's, "Sonic Temple" discover the link...Billy Duffy, there in the middle...the expression, eyebrow, it's David, it's him!!!!

Thursday's heart stumbles athwart
midday strikes for afterlife
whitening visions now athrob
avocado lines, straight to the point
the intimate expanse of unconsciousness
left-to-right or straight ahead
motionless with everywhere to go
sound is vision, yet silence prevails
nothing truly heard or seen
enters this battle so serene.

(Thursday, late morning, early afternoon.)

Enclosure - but for who?
regulation and restriction
baffling administration
destroying places I once knew

Loyalty damned by the faceless
humility overrun by greed
drowned by a flood of selfishness
-a political beast so graceless

Those impertinent boundaries
pierce our soul so true
but nature's heart has wings
and pure spirit with blessings

Such hypocrisy is theirs to keep
as taxes paid offer no relief
just an ever-widening gap
in losing precious freedom to governmental crap.

A man dies and goes to hell. He discovers that there are different hells for each country. First he goes to the German Hell and asks what they do there.
" First, they put you in an electric chair for an hour. Then they lay you on a bed of nails for an hour. Then the German Devil comes in and whips you for
the rest of the day."
He doesn't like this so he moves on. He goes to the U.S. hell, the Canadian Hell, and the U.K. Hell, and discovers that they are all the same. Finally, he comes across a very long line of people waiting to get in and asks, " Which Hell is this?"
Someone tells him, "Oh, This is the Guyana's Hell"
"What do they do in here?" He asks.
"Well, first they put you
in an electric chair for an hour, then they lay you on a bed of nails for an hour, then the Guyanese Devil comes in and whips you for the rest of the day!" "But that is just like all the other Hells," The man said," Why is the line so long?"
"Because in Guyana's Hell, the electricity is always off, the electric chair is broken, someone stole all the nails, and the Guyanese Devil is a public servant, so he comes in, punches his time card then goes to the Rum Shop and play dominoes all day!"

The rainbow in your eyes
that 5 o'clock element of surprise
in your capturing of my soul
together, our mind's travelling goal

The sweetest ingredient to living
beside you when I'm giving
we radiate belief, warmth and joy
now there is love to employ

Watching, admiring, smiling...close
sharing delights in one great dose
every sunrise beside you
each sunset enhanced by you.

It's here
it's there
a question of believing
if not seeing, touching or sensing
then who dares disbelieving?
neither you nor I
when one is all
and belief all around

I'm having terrible internet trouble here, which is apparently affecting much of the East of England.
Anyone else having problems too?

We hang the petty thieves and appoint the great ones to public office.

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What a splendid head, yet no brain.

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Beware lest you lose the substance by grasping at the shadow.
(The Dog and the Shadow)

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No act of kindness, no matter how small, is ever wasted.
(The Lion and the Mouse)

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We would often be sorry if our wishes were gratified.
(The Old Man and Death)

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A crust eaten in peace is better than a banquet partaken in anxiety.
(The Town Mouse and the Country Mouse)

The valley's
the trees
and monastries
leading the way
blessing
a memory
you've been seen'
touched
and cherished
in passing
no loss
with the soul's
lust for life
beauty remains

The World as we see it
cherished and shared
though all too often
unable to be spared

The glade of nature's way
now reborn as a road name
a tract of present decay
as new custodians lust after fame

Humans ability exposed
-battles can be won-
yet waging war on nature
is defeat unto one

Norfolk is burning too, as I noticed to and from hospital...I just had time to snap one photo, from 6 or 7 miles of the fires.

The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing that stands in the way. Some see nature all ridicule and deformity . . . and some scarce see nature at all. But to the eyes of the man of imagination, nature is imagination itself.

William Blake

Had a succession of therapies yesterday, all of which make me hurt double, but also learned that my very necessary/now essential operation will "not be performed for the foreseeable future, due to lack of funds". They added that this flagship hospital needs to meet 'financial targets' in the first instance.
Money over health, in other words.

Anyway, enough about me, how are you all?

Fire of Hope
Fire of hope
not for today
as fire's enflame
delicate souls
where hurt takes hold
scorched memory
intoxicating extremes
-bid farewell
an unseasonal passing
drying tears
tomorrow's call
refreshing and replenishing
restoration and redemption
nothing is lost!
beneath the surface of former gold
treasures forever remain
for pure hearts
are always calling
tomorrow's horizon...
restores what was lost today.

well can you hear me out there?
i send this message to you
transmitting out through the air
signals into the blue
it's earthboy calling on frequency ten
all far out galaxies
i'm beaming love out to my one special friend...
...are you receiving me?

outerspace girl
i'm sending out a message to you...
outerspace girl
i'm sending out a message to you...
...are you receiving me?

well are you grooving up there
on your mission of love?
whizzing onwards at warp factor nine
several light years above

outerspace girl
i'm sending out a message to you...
outerspace girl
i'm sending out a message to you...
my outerspace girl
i'm sending out a message to you...
outerspace girl
i'm sending out a message to you...
...are you receiving me?

well if you ever come back down
to this planet safe and sound
i will be there as you touch down
so that your feet don't touch the ground

outerspace girl
i'm sending out a message to you...
outerspace girl
i'm sending out a message to you...
my outerspace girl
i'm sending out a message to you...
outerspace girl
i'm sending out a message to you...
...are you receiving me?

well if you ever come back down
to this planet safe and sound
i will be there as you touch down
so that your feet don't touch the ground

or if you'd rather stay up there
just hanging out in deeper space
i'll send more messages of love
to keep a smile upon your face

...are you receiving me?
...are you receiving me?
...are you receiving me?
...are you receiving me?
...are you receiving me?
...are you receiving me?

...are you receiving?

Lyrics by The Beloved.

The Oak leaves in the picture
acorns once before me
part of everyday-
together
but, not altogether
everyday
every Oak leaf-
seems like you
as each precious acorn
was once like me
the Oaks become us all
as acorns surely fall

The leaf
a shadow
the breeze
a dancer
my imagination
..you

Seeing the reflection of time
through leaves in one Season
fresh, lush, complete, ready to drop
fixed, yet open to the World
touched by all and loyal to one
surviving elements come what may
true to you; my roots and bark
the air and sky, or rainy night
my leaves entwine your gentle reach
to touch, support, learn and teach
summer offers our chance to grow
side by side into the light

One day . . . a wealthy family man took his son on a trip to the country, so he could have his son see how poor country people live.

They stayed one day and one night in the home of a very humble farmer. At the end of the trip, and when they were back home, the father asked his son, "What did you think of the trip?"

The son replied, "Very nice dad."

Then the father asked his son, "Did you notice how poor they were?"

The son replied, "Yes."

The father continued asking, "What did you learn?"

The son responded, "I learned that we have one dog in our house, and they have four.

Also, we have a fountain in our garden, but they have a stream that has no end.

And we have imported lamps in our garden . . . where they have the stars!

And our garden goes to the edge of our property. But they have the entire horizon as their back yard!"

At the end of the son's reply the father was speechless.

His son then said, "Thank you dad for showing me how poor we really are."

Isn't it true that all depends on the lens you use to see life?

One can ask himself what would happen if we give thanks for what we have instead of always asking for more.

Learn to appreciate what you have. Wealth is all in one's point of view.

My time
within yours
breathing
all you are
within mine
I'm yours
our world
within one

We've all been such a long, long way
The first day, just as today
Sun and breeze connecting all
A soft reminder of a deep memory
One short walk on familiar ground
Yet the mind's journey without sound
goes beyond limitations
No destinations or hesitations
To return once more
to a beginning of a journey
without paths, boundaries or form
It's a new day, plan it well!

By spiritual waters I failed to swim,
fearing water I learned to climb
in so doing, nature was felt
a firm footing on a new path,
out of water - One with the trees
night fell as I sunk to my knees
dreams taught a thousand tasks
before break of day stole the lesson
Upon another mighty Oak lent
where quests anew were duly sent,
as day alludes night
abilities may easily take flight
but for the dream in heroic darkness
there'd be no light in a heart's beautiful vastness.

I knew the oceans,
walked on continents,
felt the chills
and summer breezes,
tasted foods aplenty,
touched the joys
and climbed the mountains,
but none so deeply as with you.

Full stop
I'm tired of fighting
because I never wanted to live like this
Full stop
unable to go
surrounded by distances
Full stop
where it falls -
the end of life's painfilled sentence.

Beauty is not in the face;
beauty is a light in the heart.

Khalil Gibran, (1883 - 1931)

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For every beauty there is an eye somewhere to see it.
For every truth there is an ear somewhere to hear it.
For every love there is a heart somewhere to receive it.

Ivan Panin

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Keep your faith in all beautiful things; in the sun when it is hidden, in the Spring when it is gone.

Roy R. Gilson

The downward-spiral will pull you up
sad tales ignite a happier trail
drought sparks a thirsting quest
loneliness grips like too much company
salvation calls with sweeping emotion
tears may dry from a leaking heart
East becomes West as what was will be again
Such is lost, can surely be refound-
rebound in discovery befitting today
you'll see, what's been and gone never died

No longer needing to swim, nor fly or cry
Without need to enlist outlandish ideals
Opinion may be subjective within words
Open to question, susceptable to opposition
The way found near-silence, bordering stillness,
Only the eye could see what the mind's eye 'felt'
Within oblivion came the rebirth of optimism
And a vitality previously felt only in dreams
The one spot of soil grew a meal,
Which fed the dream and signalled hope
A moment's never too soon, without a second
to reflect upon it's timeless offering.

At water's edge and break of day
spells cast aside with awakening senses
mists subside without ever passing formality
trees oblivious to our thoughts, we think
yet touched we are, by each and all
linked by chance and necessity
paths that lurch and stretch rekindle
within arm's reach and memory's reappraisal

Jump,
because I wanted to
Run,
because it was easiest to do
Shout,
what needed to be said
Hide,
what is better left unsaid
Show,
the days truest picture
Behold,
truth without words
Digest,
only what's necessary
Withstand,
this life unbounded

Turning is running
facing is falling
Standing is defying
living is everything

The sea is calm tonight,
The tide is full, the moon lies fair
Upon the Straights; - on the French coast, the light
Gleams, and is gone; the cliffs of England stand,
Glimmering and vast, out in the tranquil bay.
Come to the window, sweet is the night air!
Only, from the long line of spray
Where the ebb meets the moon-blanch'd sand,
Listen! you hear the grating roar
Of pepples which the waves suck back, and fling,
At their return, up and high strand,
Begin, and cease, and then again begin,
With tremulous cadence slow, and bring
The eternal note of sadness in...

-Matthew Arnold, 1851

No one can solve problems for someone whose problem is that they don't want problems solved.

I'm drawing
from pages of emotion
mind to hand
ink to paper

I'm drawing
another breath
fresh air
cleanse the hurts

I'm drawing
on hidden reserves
avenue of hope
illuminate this day

I'm drawing
closer to the one
the end
and the beginning.

Congratulations are in order to Germany for the superb World Cup tournament. They are perhaps the winners this time, for their country, and marketing a softer, friendlier more welcoming image.
I have previously been to most of the host cities; Dortmund, Stuttgart, Hamburg, Gelsenkirchen, etc...and felt neither welcome, nor unwelcome...just another person. However, my last visit to Germany, (when I was still able to negotiate stairs, and lifts), was entirely different...with all cities using their good English to me, in a very cheerful manner. Germany has changed, and congratulations to Klinsmann for managing an ordinary team, and turning them into a strong and exciting group of rejuvinated players. England take note.

Jürgen, a.k.a. Jay Goppingen, showed his true talents from the touchline...actions DO speak louder than words, and it was plain to see that he was a living example of 'living, breathing, eating football.' I wish he was England's next manager...as the other great coach on show last night, Scholari, will not be.

However, the referee was biased towards the hosts last night. And let's be fair, Portugal played some beautiful football, Deco being outstanding.
Never mind Ballack, Beckham etc, Deco played better than them all in this WC.
A farewell tonight to Zidane and Thuram, (maybe the brilliant Del Piero will not again grace an international tournament either, but he truly left his mark on this one), and last night to Luis Figo...a great generation of European footballers. I should add that Oliver Kahn has retired from international football too, but I have only one thing to say to that..."Lehmann!!!"

I noticed on the radio that some national characteristics were coming through; already sentimentality...people phoning in saying what a shame the WC's over...well, for two nations it isn't quite over yet, there is one very special match left!!!

Proust frequently 'interviewed' himself, and set about such a task in the form of these self-questions below, which helped create characters for writing, but also for oneself too.

A fascinating list, why not have a go!

* what do you consider your greatest achievement?
* what is your idea of perfect happiness?
* what is your current state of mind?
* what is your favourite occupation?
* what is your most treasured possession?
* what or who is the greatest love of your life?
* what is your favourite journey?
* what is your most marked characteristic?
* when and where were you the most happiest?
* what is it that you most dislike?
* what is your greatest fear?
* what is your greatest extravagance?
* which living person do you most despise?
* what is your greatest regret?
* which talent would you most like to have?
* where would you like to live?
* what do you regard as the lowest depth of misery?
* what is the quality you most like in a man?
* what is the quality you most like in a woman?
* what is the trait you most deplore in yourself?
* what is the trait you most deplore in others?
* what do you most value in your friends?
* who is your favourite hero of fiction?
* whose are your heroes in real life?
* which living person do you most admire?
* what do you consider the most overrated virtue?
* on what occasions do you lie?
* which words or phrases do you most overuse?
* if you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?
* what are your favourite names?
* how would you like to die?
* if you were to die and come back as a person or thing, what do you think it would be?
* what is your motto?

Every heart that has beat strongly
and cheerfully has left a hopeful
impulse behind it in the world,
and bettered the tradition of mankind.

-- Robert Louis Stevenson

I hear and I forget. I see and I remember. I do and I understand.

- Confucius

Why is it that we never see any quotes from Adam or Eve? Surely they must have said something intelligent, at some point?

Does it really matter whether the glass is half full or half empty? Shouldn't the serious question be who exactly has been drinking out of my glass?

Why is it when you forget something, you can remember you forgot 'it'?

...and when something is on the tip of one's tongue, how come no one else ever sees it?

Sun beats to me this morning
it touches emotions
yet I touch it's warmth more
with sun on skin
you on my mind
I know what's going on

Sweetest senses surrounding all
that I am now
honey taste and sweet face
driven north further upstream
stars guiding a heart's striving
our time, our place, our world!

It is the passion flowing right on through your veins
And it's the feeling that you're oh so glad you came
It is the moment you remember you're alive
It is the air you breathe, the element, the fire
It is that flower that you took the time to smell
It is the power that you know you got as well
It is the fear inside that you can overcome
This is the orchestra, the rhythm and the drum

Com uma força, com uma força
Com uma força que ninguem pode parar
Com uma força, com uma força
Com uma fome que ninguem pode matar

It is the soundtrack of your ever-flowing life
It is the wind beneath your feet that makes you fly
It is the beautiful game that you choose to play
When you step out into the world to start your day
You show your face and take it in and scream and pray
You're gonna win it for yourself and us today
It is the gold, the green, the yellow and the grey
The red and sweat and tears, the love you go. Hey!

Com uma força, com uma força
Com uma força que ninguem pode parar
Com uma força, com uma força
Com uma fome que ninguem pode matar

força, força, força, força, força

Closer to the sky, closer, way up high, mais perto do ceu, mais perto do ceu

Com uma força, com uma força
Com uma força que ninguem pode parar
Com uma força, com uma força
Com uma fome que ninguem pode matar

força (oh), força (oh), força, força, força

come on.

-Nelly Furtado

Eu mantenho-me tentar
Mas as barreiras mantêm-
se fechar-se
Eu tentei outra vez ainda obstáculos remanesço.

Então eu encontrei-
lhe algo-e girei- para
Você instrui-me
Agora eu sou novo.

Hello friends, I have been trying to reply to all your nice comments for the past 90 minutes, but keep getting THAT message, 'we are happy to have so many faithful users' so I'll wait those few seconds!

How's your weekend?
Mine is simple, but Radio 5 Live this morning were full of hypocrisy;
For the past three weeks they have been berating England with the word "crap" featuring prominantly from one presenter, yet today, they challenge Fifa's World Cup team, which features just one England player, John Terry.
The morning 5 Live team were stunned and angered at Fifa's "oversight" ommiting any more England players...

Here, we see why the England team can never win a World Cup with people such as these, in the media, 'behind the nation'.

Long live the TRUE fan.

But still,
the horizon offers a million dreams
Over the hill
is not as bad as it seems

The rain never fell
upon parched lands near
though my heart could tell
that it must overcome fear

A south wind
rescuing my northern exposure
may depression rescind
in hope's disclosure

The impossible
never keeps residence
rather, the possible
gains independence!

After boogieing
We all crave for a hot-dog spashed with noise

(Sugarcubes)

 

I can see something
hitherto unseen
but it knows no words
nor sounds unclean

just a feeling now
of oneness awhite
falling somewhere
'till death of night.

(lauren6)

This is so hot hot!
Oh, we melt together
Like tigers
And we're dancing
Together.

(Sugarcubes)

 
A mistake or two?
-take 'two'
and forget the first
cut!
and edit the rest
patient or actor?
expendible
but never extinguishable!

(lauren6)

...This is too much fun, fun, fun, fun, fun, fun
Everyone is so close to laughing,
This kind of joy won't last,

Something wonderful is about to happen
I feel perfectly ready
Don't know yet what it is...

(Sugarcubes)

 It goes over and over my mind, since it's rediscovery yesterday afternoon.
A blast from 1987, is as fresh in 2006 as ever it was before.

Tonight
Gripped by fear
disguised in loneliness
gilded by sadness
fed by pain
hungered by neglect
stoked by 'medicine'
and all felt by me.

(lauren6)

Do we turn the page
when couped-up?
Or save the best
for the rainy days?

To seek the sun
with the bed unmade
and smile warmly
when inside is cold

Is a deep breath right?
when we keep it all in
to exhale later
with no one around

Yet, in the presence of you
a whisper falls silent
with the mood alive
I'm touched.

So, Sepp Blatter, (or, Sepp Blotter, a Freudian slip by Graham Taylor), wishes to have two referees for future matches.

This has been mentioned as long as I've been interested in football and life, and well remember watching Spain82 with similar discussion. Fifa are oh-so-progressive!

But, as with all things human, no two people will ever be alike, so may I put this scenario before you;

We, ('we' being any national team you care to belong to, or follow), find ourselves in the semi-final of the World Cup, held in Iceland by a Fifa edict that dictates all World Cup's must be held in a nation of a different letter and flag colour.

Referee1 holds the game, and his half of the bargain very well, booking only one player, for a crude tackle on the armpit of a great player, who continues arm bandaged a-la-Beckenbauer.
Referee2 is way off the pace, called in as a replacement because 'official referee2' was involved in "unofficial payments" involving a game between Greenland and the Shetland Islands, (as Fifa now wish all regions to join in the fun).

Referee2 sends off two players, one from each team, for fighting, a correct decision, but both players were warming-up and not on the field of play, such was this referees' boredom at being on the quieter side of the halfway line...does he have the right to 'interfere with play' in this manner?

Will players alter their style if one side has a viscious card-wielding maniac of a referee, while the other is tolerant?
Will the two referees differ if a tackle is commited ON the halfway line?
If we have two referees, should we then have four linesman?
Which referee blows for kick-off?
Will the referee on the half that 'hosts' a penalty shoot-out get more money than the other ref?

My ultimate scenario is this...the game I refer to, is level at 1-1 after 119 minutes of play, heading for penalties.
Then a long through ball is played from the half of referee1 and the supersub of our team chips the goalkeeper, the ball clipping the underside of the crossbar, and falling over the line on the stroke of full-time. This whole move lasts barely two seconds.

In that time, as the ball was played from referee1's half, he blew his whistle, but referee2 did not call time, and in the heated atmosphere did not hear nor see it, and allowed play to continue in his half, thus allowing the goal.
What would happen?
Who calls time, referee1 or 2 when a long ball is played?

Speaking of referees, I think yesterday's penalty for France was very soft indeed. 90% of referees would probably not have given it. Did anyone notice how lethargic Thierry Henry looks? Is he the same Arsenal player? And he is acting in every game...something I do not see him do for Arsenal, where he is a perfect professional. Strange.
Well done Germany, Portugal, Italy and France, all are winners.

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On a personal note, I have followed the physio's orders and damaged my knee ligaments in so doing. His own supervisor went wild with him for pushing me way beyond my powers.
Sigh.

Disgarding the NHS food for a day, I'll share some meals from yesterday, in this post;

I had sunflower and pumpkin seeded bagels with Paysan Breton salted cheese, red wine, papaya tea and in the evening, raw tuna slices dipped in a sea of wasabi, washed down with rum.

A change that I needed after l'hopitale.

What's on your plate's today dear friends?

 

At the table no one grows old.
-Italian proverb

 

Well done Italy!
But it should not stop there, as last night's game was surely the outstanding game of not only this World Cup, but perhaps the best European international for many years. The quality, commitment, style and professionalism on show was a new high in recent years, and this includes the referee.
Germany would very, very good, playing slightly above themselves, maybe, and will feel agrieved to lose in that manner, but Italy were clearly the better team and for once the superior team did get through. The two goals threatened to get me playing football again.

It should be said that both teams were winners last night and it was a showcase of world class football...so often something that is hoped-for and seldom seen. Last night, a level of the beautiful game WAS witnessed by millions, and I fear the final, as is so often the case, will not match the knock-out matches.

I read in the media, that England are referred to as sore losers, and upon reflection, feel it to be true.
The Portuguese living in England have said, why don't the English acknowledge their brilliant goalkeeper, Ricardo, and Scolari instead of seeking someone or something to blame.
Well, again, I'm inclined to agree. The game WAS a matter of penalties in the end, and Ricardo was a match-winner.
Instead of castigating our penalty takers, it is surely a better quality to congratulate some fine goalkeeping, is it not??

Enjoy the game, don't let it be war.

KK, good luck tonight, 8pm!

Morning all~~
As you know, from my posts tediously outlining ailments, my spine is broken with complications besides. This, the MRI confirmed, and was relayed to me by my busy consultant.

This week, I'm recovering painfully slowly from a big operation, and smaller surgery. There are times between the many surgeries, when there seems nothing the NHS can do but send me home for a day or two, and then bring me back in for a time, a pattern repeated over and over, which does at least allow me some moments at home, albeit brief. (It allowed me to photograph my garden and kk's tree too.)

Well, this week when I feel I need more help than usual, I've encountered things I'd rather never see, but feel great empathy with those that have;

Every week is not only a battle with my intensifying pain, loss of mobility and numbness of right leg, but also more pressingly, with the NHS themselves who seem hellbent on minimising my problems and actually making ME feel ashamed of myself...some night's I have sat upright in bed feeling just that...because I have got a weakness of physical body beyond my control, reliant on this nation's once proud NHS.

But daylight usually brings me to my senses again, thank goodness, and I see nearby faces, hurt by the same injury and denial from doctor's.

Recently, I've been given a long course of hydrotherapy, because in the physiotherapist's own words, "...there is not much we can do". This is a refreshing activity, almost impossible to achieve, but a great challenge all the same. The physio is good too, no faulting his patience and joviality.
However, and this is a deep breath however, I need walking sticks to move between wards, without them I'm a cabbage patch troll, but a heartless remark from a 'nurse' told me to, "leave them in the corner and make my way to the poolside."
I ignored it.
She barked again, " Do you need those, really ? "
"Yes" was my simple reply.
"Leave them with the other's" she insisted.
My eyes became Italianate, (before the semi-final win!!), as I struggled without them. I resembled Baloo from Jungle Book, as if I were trying to scratch my back against the wall, such was my distress and pain. No-one came to help, and I reached the pool, sweating, and white from pain.
Is this right? My spine hurts twice as much, not from the pool, but from this two minute performance between reception and pool.

That's not all, after the session in hydrotherapy, I was ordered to shower and drink water. My stick was still in reception, out of reach of even Spaghettiman and I hinted to the 'nurse' "My stick is still here?" to which she said, 'helpfully', "yes, over there".
I'm not lazy, not selfish nor impossing in any shape or form, but require some simple acknowledgements and assistance, or else I'll definitely slide down the slippery, jaggered spine of lifelessness.

Upon leaving, I said, "Thank you" which was ignored, followed by a louder cry of "Cheers" which too appeared reply-resistant.

Afterwards, my temper was 'hot' and the deputy consultant referred to 'my back problem' and "this back pain of yours" ...that sent my gasket to friends reunited where it met my senses head-on.

Why oh why do the hospital tell me my spine is broken, show me MRI pictures of the break, send me to various locations for operations, then refer to my "back pain" and "back problem" with no positive words that they will perform the direct operation on the spine?

My operations thus far have been to sort out things which have developed as a result of the time that has elapsed since being diagnosed with a "back problem" 23 months ago.

There appears no hope that they will help my spine, only the parts being damaged by it's broken position.

My tears are not forthcoming, but the emotions that go with it, are rubbing salt into my wounds.

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master,
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!

Rudyard Kipling (1865-1936)

Outside my 'hospital observatory' I noticed darkening skies...not a thunderstorm, but something that brought back memories of stubble burning.
Only this time, it was followed by fire-engines making haste...a whole tract of neighbouring hedgerow and, ironically enough, ash trees were ablaze.
Norfolk has now become so parched, that the grass outside the hospital crackles below foot. It is not even grass anymore.

However, I like this weather, but how about you all?

In order to lose weight and get yourself fitter and healthier you need to build up to walking at least 10,000 steps a day.
10,000 steps is about 5 miles ,so every 5 miles that you walk, you are actually burning off approx 500 calories.
As a general rule walking one mile over level ground would mean you had walked off 100 calories - if you weighed about 150 pounds. Obviously the heavier you are, then the more calories you will walk off. If you walk up an incline the calories will drop off even faster. Just over 2,000 steps is the average when walking one mile.

One pint of beer = 4,100 steps
A large chocolate bar with nuts = 8,500 steps
One large whole milk latte = 5,450 steps
One slice of pepperoni pizza = 5,000 steps.

What do you think, worth a try??

“If you look into someone’s face long enough, eventually you’re going to feel that you’re looking at yourself.”

~ Paul Auster

If you read this long enough, you're going to eventually feel that you're reading your own thoughts.
-lauren6

Now the World Cup is drawing to it's exciting conclusion, we must congratulate a few;
Portugal on reaching the semi-final's, albeit with some hurt along the way on these shores.
Germany on staging a well-oiled machine of a tournament.
France, on beating the lethargic and overated Brazil. The French victory almost went unnoticed on the radio in England, hmm, sour grapevines. Let me say, that England is my heart and France is my motherland, and their victory was a victory for FOOTBALL...remember that game?
Fancy that, Ronaldinwho being upstaged by a 34 year old. Even Vieira outshon every single Brazilian.

I'll refrain from saying too much about England's exit, but would like to throw one of my thoughts into the ring;

Nobody has mentioned thus far, that Rooney was being sandwiched for a full 5 seconds, between two eager players, and in every other game would certainly have been afforded refereeing protection and a free-kick, as this was not forthcoming, I believe Rooney lost his rag and did something silly, which was 50/50 a red card offence...a decision we cannot and will not question...my only feeling is that the referee allowed it to happen while not enforcing the normal rules of protecting players being pulled around. (Interestingly, had it been Beckham being 'sandwiched' the free-kick would certainly have gone to England.)
Rooney was as unlucky as he was foolish...let him learn from it. Whatever the provaction, his action risked a national team's dream.
That apart, England were valiant in normal play and pitiful on penalties. However, Owen Hargreaves should never again be booed or criticised, shame on all those who questioned him...Sven got one decision right and was strong enough on this point to stick with him.

Now it's gone, no more World Cup 2006 for England, let us too learn and move on. Are you listening McLaren?
I am very concerned about England's future without Sven...yes, it is true, I have more faith in Sven-Gone Eriksson than McLaren, sorry.

But Scolari would have been the best of all...as we saw, so hearty good wishes Portugal!

As you can guess, I'm still down and out with my health, and face a smaller operation at 3pm this afternoon. Tubes seem to like me, but I can't reciprocate I'm afraid.
Yesterday was a day of three falls and no right-sided movement.
The future is uncertain.

When goodbye is getting nearer
can we still stand together
and sing as one,
as previously done

When goodbye is getting nearer
is it fair to win a fight
or lose a war
risking close bonds?

When goodbye is getting nearer
the minutes can be counted
beyond the miles
as the heart surges before it slows

When goodbye is getting nearer
will words be spoken,
or be enough
to defy or deny pains firm hold

When goodbye is getting nearer
is it wrong to be alone
and cherish memories throne
when what was, will never be again

When goodbye is getting nearer
can you stand with me
and sing my song
one last time?

OK, who lives in a pineapple under the sea?