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- November 14, 2022

I walked tonight in the pouring rain with my trusty umbrella. What a miserable walk it really was. 3 miles of endless trudging in the dark and damp drizzle. I didn’t actually get wet but my Achilles was killing

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Postman Pat- S1E1- Postman Pat's Finding Day- Deep Dive

- April 07, 2022

When we talk about powerhouses of children's TV, then you can look no further than Postman Pat. Pat, like so many of his counterparts including Fireman Sam, has gone through many incarnations- from the Postman Pat Movie (sadly awful) to the slightly better Special Delivery Service. However, the absolute best of Postman Pat is surely the original- set in the quaint village of Greendale, we follow the life and adventures of a gentle, people loving postman. Makes you proud to be English... You can watch Postman Pat's Finding Day 1981 here Theme tune and backing music The first thing I want to mention is the fabulously relaxing music that is played right the way through the programme. Some wonderful guitar picking and strumming from Bryan Daly- who also wrote the theme tune- however it was sung by the stunningly eloquent narrator Ken Barrie. They actually released the theme tune into the charts in 1982, again sung by Ken Barrie, and it reached number 44. I would have expected i

Flash Fiction- Gaslight

- March 15, 2022

"There", she said, "how was that?" "Same as usual," he replied, "shi..." "Don't say that word!" she interrupted. "I'm sick of that word!!!" He sat there, paralysed from the neck down- old age and multiple sclerosis had seen to him. He could no longer move a muscle, yet sadly, his razor like, acrid, spiteful speech still remained. She spooned the food into his mealy mouth, dribble falling onto his arm. She'd dealt with these 'remarks' or purely put, atom bombs, that were delivered on a minutely basis for 62 years. He'd provided a home- a good one, and they never had to worry about money- but to her that was a bare minimum. They were isolated in the countryside. Nobody could hear you scream... and believe me this happened on an all too regular basis. "Shiiii", he began again, reveling in her disdain, reveling in her shame. She knew it would be over soon. Hopefully. She'd calculated that o

Shutters

- June 09, 2022

I turned the silver metallic key in between my thumb and forefinger. Aaaaaah. It’s gripped. The faithful green shutters whirred into life, rising to the top of the window like the metallic angels they were. I held and paused. They clanked and halted at the top. Sunshine shone in. No that’s a lie frankly. Light shone in. A new day. Moist blobs fell from the sky, settling on the green mossy canvass outside. I looked up at the slate grey sky. It’s raining. Typical. Good for the gardens I thought. Fuck all for anyone else though. I repeated this twice more. The weather was the same through each opening. Dull. Damp. Wet. Northern. The featureless red brick housing, also damp, gazed back at me. We were both looking for answers. None of us could give any. I opened the windows despite the cold. I closed them again. Clonvide rules finished ages ago. I found my worn out blue chair and started.

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