http://angenius.blog.co.uk/en-EUhttp://backend.userland.com/rss092http://angenius.blog.co.uk/http://data5.blog.de/design/preview/2e/1db0a3e7c251d4e19cf838fed1e42d_160x200.jpg <p>On leaving my house this morning at the regular time of 8.25am, i found myself in the middle of a traffic jam along the only road out of my 'Godforsaken one-horse town'. Bumper to bumper. At a standstill. People coming from that direction were shouting at us from their car windows "Turn Back if you can, you'll never get there" and "ITS HELL BACK THERE,YOU DON'T WANT TO GO..", it was like being on set of 'War of The Worlds' everyone desperate to be gone from that place. quite amusing actually but bizarre for sure.<br> Anyway, cutting a long story short; what usually takes me 30 mins to drive on automatic pilot took me 2hrs! The cause of this congestion wasn't some horrendous accident in which firemen where skillfully cutting away metal to free the injured and the dead. It was a shitty little traffic light they'd decided to plonk on top of a bridge to service a gas pipe..WANKERS.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://angenius.blog.co.uk/2006/05/17/roadmare~806609/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://angenius.blog.co.uk/2006/05/17/roadmare~806609/Wed, 17 May 2006 13:12:03 +0200 <p>I've just popped up to my parents house on my lunch hour. They weren't in because mum is at the hospital with my nan and dad is at work. it's a good job too because it was clear by the beautiful boquet of flowers and the heartfelt messages in cards around the house that i'd forgotten their Wedding Anniversary..again! </p> <p>I made a promise to myself last year that i'd do something special for them this time (on account of me being a grown-up!) so how bad do i feel now? gutted. They won't mind because they're used to it now, but I do. </p> <p>As the years pass by i realise how hard life is, how hard it's been for them over the years. Bringing up three children, making sure they had a great childhood without losing sight of themselves. Marvellous. </p> <p>Happy Anniversary, love you both to bits x </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://angenius.blog.co.uk/2006/05/15/if_it_wasn_t_for_them~801308/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://angenius.blog.co.uk/2006/05/15/if_it_wasn_t_for_them~801308/Mon, 15 May 2006 14:51:18 +0200 <p>I've had a great weekend, Liverpool won the FA Cup with absolute style and grace (as always) and my love for Steven Gerrard grows, but thats because he's a man that i don't know. The reality somewhat differs!</p> <p>Don't get me wrong, i'm no feminist but this wknd i've had my fill!.. A house full of male friends on friday night <em>including my son who is actually perfect and plays no part in this rant whatsoever, naturally! </em>. </p> <p>The thing is, they wee on toilet seats and come round the next morning after you've spent an hour bleaching the bathroom and decide to 'have a dump' announcing the fact that 'it was a clean break' and 'it doesn't smell' and as if that isn't a bit too much information theres a skid that team Ferrari would be proud of in the pan! </p> <p>There's a hell of a lot more besides, and I do love my friends <em>and my smart-mouthed brother (myownfault.blog.co.uk)</em> but having my sister for dinner yesterday was certainly welcome relief from the testosterone! </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://angenius.blog.co.uk/2006/05/15/male_domination~800852/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://angenius.blog.co.uk/2006/05/15/male_domination~800852/Mon, 15 May 2006 12:06:31 +0200 <p>What went right<br> and what went wrong<br> Was it a story or was it a song<br> was it overnight or<br> did it take you long<br> Was it your weakness that made you strong</p> <p>Or all of the above<br> and how i love to see you smiling<br> Oh yeah, take a little pain just in case<br> You need something warm to embrace<br> to help you put on a smiling face..</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://angenius.blog.co.uk/2006/05/10/loads_of_them_on_this_sunny_day~789145/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://angenius.blog.co.uk/2006/05/10/loads_of_them_on_this_sunny_day~789145/Wed, 10 May 2006 13:33:27 +0200 <p>Life is one way street ain't it<br> if i could paint it<br> I'd draw myself goin in the right direction.. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://angenius.blog.co.uk/2006/05/09/lyrics_of_the_day~786364/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://angenius.blog.co.uk/2006/05/09/lyrics_of_the_day~786364/Tue, 09 May 2006 11:10:04 +0200 <p>NEVER..No matter how late for work you are, put on those snide thermal socks that somehow made their way into your drawer. In fact, when you get home..burn them! </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://angenius.blog.co.uk/2006/05/08/a_note_to_myself~784472/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://angenius.blog.co.uk/2006/05/08/a_note_to_myself~784472/Mon, 08 May 2006 16:26:25 +0200 <p>She holds the hand that holds her down<br> She will...rise above </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://angenius.blog.co.uk/2006/05/08/lyrics_of_the_day~784467/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://angenius.blog.co.uk/2006/05/08/lyrics_of_the_day~784467/Mon, 08 May 2006 16:24:03 +0200 <p>What's going on?.. It's Monday morning and i feel marvellous? i haven't got bags under my eyes like saddles? i haven't had the desire to feign my own death in order to leave work, go home, and sleep? </p> <p>maaan..this is gonna be a good week!! </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://angenius.blog.co.uk/2006/05/08/sedate_weekend~783693/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://angenius.blog.co.uk/2006/05/08/sedate_weekend~783693/Mon, 08 May 2006 11:02:35 +0200 <p>As I turn to you and I say<br> Thank goodness for the good souls<br> That make life better<br> As I turn to you and I say<br> If it wasn't for the good souls<br> Life would not matter..</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://angenius.blog.co.uk/2006/05/03/lyrics_of_the_day~773131/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://angenius.blog.co.uk/2006/05/03/lyrics_of_the_day~773131/Wed, 03 May 2006 15:20:27 +0200 <p>For the first time in a long time i can honestly say that i'm so glad to see the back of this weekend. I have done nothing but drink, smoke and talk since friday night. I've managed to wear out my lungs and my jaw bone, my ears are buzzing and my head hurts alot. I'm not looking for sympathy, it's all my own fault, the only reason i'm writing this is because physically, i'm incapable of leaving this desk.. </p> <p><em>I'm 33 for Godsakes!.. when am i gonna grow up? </em></p> <p>It was fun though. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://angenius.blog.co.uk/2006/05/02/white_rabbits_lines_noise_as_a_sheet~770730/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://angenius.blog.co.uk/2006/05/02/white_rabbits_lines_noise_as_a_sheet~770730/Tue, 02 May 2006 14:56:45 +0200 <p>Ticking away, the moments that make up a dull day<br> you fritter and waste the hours in an off hand way<br> Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town<br> waiting for someone or something to show you the way.<br> Tired of lying in the sunshine, staying home to watch the rain<br> You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today.<br> And then one day you find ten years have got behind you.<br> No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun. </p> <p>So you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking<br> Racing around to come up behind you again.<br> The sun is the same in a relative way but you're older,<br> Shorter of breath and one day closer to death. </p> <p>Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time.<br> Plans that either come to nought or half a page of scribbled lines<br> Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way<br> The time is gone, the song is over,<br> Thought I'd something more to say.. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://angenius.blog.co.uk/2006/05/02/lyric_of_the_day~770491/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://angenius.blog.co.uk/2006/05/02/lyric_of_the_day~770491/Tue, 02 May 2006 13:10:05 +0200 <p><em>Never</em> start drinking vodka past 11pm when you've got work the next day. You won't extend the dark hours by anymore, the sun will still rise on time...you won't! </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://angenius.blog.co.uk/2006/04/28/another_note_to_myself~762343/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://angenius.blog.co.uk/2006/04/28/another_note_to_myself~762343/Fri, 28 Apr 2006 13:08:02 +0200 <p>NEVER and I repeat NEVER..have people back at your flat, that fall asleep and then piss themselves all over your sofa. Even if it is their birthday. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://angenius.blog.co.uk/2006/04/13/a_note_to_myself~723760/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://angenius.blog.co.uk/2006/04/13/a_note_to_myself~723760/Thu, 13 Apr 2006 03:59:59 +0200 <p>I absolutely bloody love not having to go to work. It's great. Working for The Education, i'm not the best paid person in the world but <em>shit</em>..am I rich when it comes to holidays! I'm sitting here with my lovely friend at 3.50am because I can. So there. We're drunk and we're happy. God I miss those golden DSS days.. well sometimes, at 7am usually. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://angenius.blog.co.uk/2006/04/13/happy_holidays~723757/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://angenius.blog.co.uk/2006/04/13/happy_holidays~723757/Thu, 13 Apr 2006 03:52:46 +0200 <p>'Wednesday 8th March, 6pm'. The day my nan finally slipped away from us, the day she died. She was 96 years old.<br> I went to see her two days before in Fazackerley Hospital. I took my son with me as I knew it would probably be the last time we ever saw her. I'm glad I did but don't think i'll ever forget that vision of her.<br> Imagine the oldest thing you've ever seen?, ever held?. Time had given her so much. It's safe hands had guided her through two world wars, the loss of parents and siblings and led her down the aisle into the arms of a man who would love her forever. Now they had taken her away.<br> Some of us never experience the things she had in her life that were good and exciting and loving and kind, she was one of the lucky ones-with no regrets. Goodnight and God bless x</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://angenius.blog.co.uk/2006/03/14/the_final_curtain~642104/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://angenius.blog.co.uk/2006/03/14/the_final_curtain~642104/Tue, 14 Mar 2006 12:13:27 +0100 <p>So. Valentines day. I feel sorry for all those people who have been booked into restaraunts tonight for their 'romantic valentines meal' (complete with special menu). <em>Even sorrier</em> for those that will sit at window tables-their only salvation being the paper heart arrangements that are crudely stuck to the glass. Everyone trying to look 'more in love' than the diners next to them. There's probably more people feeling like shit today than anything else and despite the way i'm talking, I won't be one of them. Reason being that before christmas I split up with my partner of 14 years, the father of my child. Tonight I will celebrate and rejoice in my new found freedom. The romance can wait.. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://angenius.blog.co.uk/2006/02/14/romance_next_door_on_the_right~561976/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://angenius.blog.co.uk/2006/02/14/romance_next_door_on_the_right~561976/Tue, 14 Feb 2006 16:15:09 +0100 <p>My Nan 'Mary Norah Brady' was born in Liverpool on 31st July 1910, making her a little under 96yrs of age. My great-grandparents came over from Ireland before the children were born and owned a Chandlers shop on Scotland Road in Bootle, this is where my nan met my grandad. He was a delivery boy and worked for them on a Saturday. He pedalled his bike all over, struggling uphill with the huge front-basket full of goods. He once told me he would have 'carried the bike on his back to get back and see Norah'. In time he proposed and they had three children; Jean (who died sadly 13 years ago), Alan (my wonderful father) and Maureen (mother to my cousin Gillian and grandmother to her two children).<br> My grandad Tommy, died eight years ago and Norah was devastated. They epitamised love. While Tommy was away at war he wrote the most amazing letters and cards (which she still keeps close at hand)and their faith in God kept them strong. They celebrated their 65th wedding anniversary in a club packed out with family and friends and danced the night away. I can honestly say that i've never seen two people more besotted with each other in my life, so much so that I cry as I write.<br> The reason why I feel compelled to put this down is quite simple. I don't think Norah has long left to live. She was admitted into hospital yesterday after a series of hallucinations took her to wander around the streets looking for Tommy. One minute he was sitting on the sofa, she made him a cup of tea and then he was gone. A group of orphan children also sat on her sofa, huddled together, singing. She opened her purse to get some money to give them and they too dissapeared. Last week it was the rosary being said very loudly, she could hear it through the walls and although she has always been a devout catholic, it frightened her.<br> At the hospital, the doctor asked her what year she was born, she replied '1910, asked who the reigning queen is she said 'Anne' what year are we in now? '1958'.. </p> <p>There are so many questions I <em>feel</em> I should have asked while she still knew the answers. I <em>wish</em> i'd have been closer to her. The only thing I <em>do</em> know for sure is that she's been away from Tommy for far too long, her heart aches. She has had enough of this world and I wish her every happiness in the next. </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://angenius.blog.co.uk/2006/02/07/title~543010/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://angenius.blog.co.uk/2006/02/07/title~543010/Tue, 07 Feb 2006 17:17:02 +0100 <p>I am the frayed cuffs<br> Of the men who climb<br> And of the men who fall also-<br> Of those I am the frayed cuffs.<br> <em><br> I am the sleeve of the the killer<br> <em>The bearer of clues</em>.</em></p> <p>I am the worn elbows of the meek and the lowly<br> And of the high and mighty also-<br> Of those I am the worn elbows.</p> <p><em>I am the sleeve of the lover<br> On which hearts are hung.</em></p> <p>I am the rags and tatters<br> Of the defeated armies of the earth<br> And of the victors also-<br> Of those I am the tatters and the rags.</p> <p><em>I am the sleeve of the soldier<br> Witness this round hole.</em> </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://angenius.blog.co.uk/2006/02/06/sleeves~540163/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://angenius.blog.co.uk/2006/02/06/sleeves~540163/Mon, 06 Feb 2006 19:01:44 +0100 <p>Someone or <em>something</em> somewhere has stolen the last 2 hours away from me. Now, in order for me to do everything i need to today, I need them back. Pronto.<br> I will remind myself of this 'thief' next time I scour the village looking for 'The perfect bacon butty'(that just isn't). </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://angenius.blog.co.uk/2006/01/27/daylight_robbery~510557/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://angenius.blog.co.uk/2006/01/27/daylight_robbery~510557/Fri, 27 Jan 2006 13:56:44 +0100 <p>I work in the Art Dept. of a secondary school and have done for the past 17 months. I like my job and feel very lucky to be able to say that. I've had a good morning apart from having a hot cup of coffee spilt all over me by a rather small boy, desperate to get to the canteen before the 'sour-faced mare' behind it sold the last sausage on toast.<br> We still have a smoking room in work, for how much longer we don't know, living on borrowed time, in more ways than one. So there i was, enjoying my half-cup of coffee and my cigarette when in came another member of staff in floods of tears. This show of emotion is an everyday occurance and usually involves a kid with serious behavioural problems but this was nothing to do with another persons child, it was her own daughter causing her pain.<br> Her daughter has been mentally and physically abusing her for years. Last night she made a stand and called the police. By the time they got there her daughter had fled with her 27 yr old boyfriend (she's 15). She wrecks the house, her mother is covered in bruises and my stomach is sick at the thought of what that predicament must be like for her. She loves her daughter as i love my son and could never imagine having to choose between him and my sanity. Fortunately for me, at the moment they are one and the same.</p> <p> <small> <a href="http://angenius.blog.co.uk/2006/01/17/what_is_and_should_never_be~479580/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://angenius.blog.co.uk/2006/01/17/what_is_and_should_never_be~479580/Tue, 17 Jan 2006 14:32:23 +0100 <p>Aaaghh! I'm a complete novice at this blogging lark and really wanted to see how it went before telling anyone I know about it. then the weekend descended upon me, bringing with it a litre of Smirnoff and 20 Benson & Hedges ( Yeah, you know who you are!). Anyway, to cut a long story short, there I was 'spilling the beans' and now i'm gutted because I could do without the critical eye of my journalist fiend...oops! sorry,'friend'. Nevermind I tell myself, if it was a drawing competition i'd win hands down. Sadly. It's not. Bastard! </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://angenius.blog.co.uk/2006/01/16/in_vino_veritas~476132/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://angenius.blog.co.uk/2006/01/16/in_vino_veritas~476132/Mon, 16 Jan 2006 14:23:01 +0100 <p>What the hell am i doing here?<br> What the hell am i doing?<br> What the hell am i?<br> What the hell<br> What the..<br> What? </p> <p> <small> <a href="http://angenius.blog.co.uk/2006/01/11/a_serious_lack_of_clarity~461713/#comments">Comments</a> </small> </p>http://angenius.blog.co.uk/2006/01/11/a_serious_lack_of_clarity~461713/Wed, 11 Jan 2006 17:33:32 +0100