Hello readers,
Thank you for joining me here while I fight away my writers block. I hope to add more "thoughts" here soon. Please feel free to add comments to my blog, feedback would be very helpful and much appreciated. Tell me what you think of my stories, what parts you like and what you didn't.Don't be shy. I need to learn and can only do so by posting my thoughts and then receiving your thoughts back.
Thank you.
HDM
Thursday, 5 February 2009
Occurrences that make you smile...
Today I saw simple social-cultural occurrences that usually pass un-noticed and without merit but today as I sang along to The Pigeon Detectives in my car they all seemed to make me smile. None of the protagonists new I was watching. Here I make a note of them.
I saw...
A builders bum.
A lady struggling with an umbrella in the wind, it was eventually blown inside-out.
A car driver wearing driving gloves.
A man blowing into a tissue then looking at its contents.
A fat lady running across the road to avoid the oncoming traffic. I suspect in a collision, the car would come off worst.
A crane operator climbing to his office.
An old women on a mobile phone.
A lady using the Temporary Traffic Light delay to apply some make-up.
A plastic bag stuck in a tree, it's shredded. It's been there a while I suspect.
HDM
I saw...
A builders bum.
A lady struggling with an umbrella in the wind, it was eventually blown inside-out.
A car driver wearing driving gloves.
A man blowing into a tissue then looking at its contents.
A fat lady running across the road to avoid the oncoming traffic. I suspect in a collision, the car would come off worst.
A crane operator climbing to his office.
An old women on a mobile phone.
A lady using the Temporary Traffic Light delay to apply some make-up.
A plastic bag stuck in a tree, it's shredded. It's been there a while I suspect.
HDM
life is a set of temporary traffic lights...
Driving to work today along the winding roads of South West London my journey was annoyingly interrupted by a series of temporary traffic lights.
They appear un-announced and un-wanted along our highways & byways. Sometimes they stretch round a corner or junction deceiving us drivers from their full extent. Other times they are just set-up to usher traffic past the generator that powers them that has been carelessly left in the carriageway by the work-men. The lights themselves becoming the obstruction for which they must now control the traffic.
Ah yes the workmen. No one sees them set-up or remove these temples of gridlock. They get plonked haphazardly on the road with no discernible thought, except for that one traffic cone that is carefully placed on its side to create a mini chicane. Workmen stand just yards away refusing to righten this essentially British piece of highway furniture.
Regardless of which direction you approach them they are set to the position of red.
NO GO HERE! THIS IS A TEMPOPARY TRAFFIC LIGHT...YOU SHALL NOT PASS! SIT THERE AND WATCH THE OTHER ROAD USERS GET PRIORITY OVER YOU! GUESS IF THERE IS ANYONE COMING THE OTHER WAY...MAYBE WE'RE BROKEN...MAYBE WE'RE RED AT BOTH ENDS OR THERE'S A SNEAKY THIRD SET OFF A SIDE-ROAD THAT WE'VE NOT TOLD YOU ABOUT.
Was it a dream or an urban myth but I'm sure as you approach the TTL's if you flash your headlights at them the sensor on top will be confused into thinking there's a large queue of traffic forming and change to GREEN. I'm sure I've made this happen on occasion but it doesn't always work. Perhaps it's just timing. Like when you cross the road at a pedestrian crossing, just before the Red-man leaves and the happy Green-man appears, because you know the phasing of the lights. You get that little head-start over the other pedestrians that makes you feel smug and for a second. You hope they've noticed and think to themselves "maybe he can control them". Of course that operation is all down to timing and concentration. You take your eye off the lights facing the other way and you'll step out onto the road just as the cars start to pull away. You'll have to beat a quick retreat or a brisk mini run to the other side. Either way you'll look a twat.
So to life and this tenuous link. I have often appeared like the Temporary Traffic Light, no one seeing my actual arrival but then coming across me all of a sudden armed with a furrowed brow. Stages in my life feel like Temporary Traffic Lights appearing and remaining for what seems like an endless time. Then once removed the road seems untouched. No residue of the work that has gone on. The Temporary Traffic Lights move to somewhere else and continue their invisible work, like me.
HDM
They appear un-announced and un-wanted along our highways & byways. Sometimes they stretch round a corner or junction deceiving us drivers from their full extent. Other times they are just set-up to usher traffic past the generator that powers them that has been carelessly left in the carriageway by the work-men. The lights themselves becoming the obstruction for which they must now control the traffic.
Ah yes the workmen. No one sees them set-up or remove these temples of gridlock. They get plonked haphazardly on the road with no discernible thought, except for that one traffic cone that is carefully placed on its side to create a mini chicane. Workmen stand just yards away refusing to righten this essentially British piece of highway furniture.
Regardless of which direction you approach them they are set to the position of red.
NO GO HERE! THIS IS A TEMPOPARY TRAFFIC LIGHT...YOU SHALL NOT PASS! SIT THERE AND WATCH THE OTHER ROAD USERS GET PRIORITY OVER YOU! GUESS IF THERE IS ANYONE COMING THE OTHER WAY...MAYBE WE'RE BROKEN...MAYBE WE'RE RED AT BOTH ENDS OR THERE'S A SNEAKY THIRD SET OFF A SIDE-ROAD THAT WE'VE NOT TOLD YOU ABOUT.
Was it a dream or an urban myth but I'm sure as you approach the TTL's if you flash your headlights at them the sensor on top will be confused into thinking there's a large queue of traffic forming and change to GREEN. I'm sure I've made this happen on occasion but it doesn't always work. Perhaps it's just timing. Like when you cross the road at a pedestrian crossing, just before the Red-man leaves and the happy Green-man appears, because you know the phasing of the lights. You get that little head-start over the other pedestrians that makes you feel smug and for a second. You hope they've noticed and think to themselves "maybe he can control them". Of course that operation is all down to timing and concentration. You take your eye off the lights facing the other way and you'll step out onto the road just as the cars start to pull away. You'll have to beat a quick retreat or a brisk mini run to the other side. Either way you'll look a twat.
So to life and this tenuous link. I have often appeared like the Temporary Traffic Light, no one seeing my actual arrival but then coming across me all of a sudden armed with a furrowed brow. Stages in my life feel like Temporary Traffic Lights appearing and remaining for what seems like an endless time. Then once removed the road seems untouched. No residue of the work that has gone on. The Temporary Traffic Lights move to somewhere else and continue their invisible work, like me.
HDM
it starts...the dribble
The words I ate earlier are bubbling in my stomach. Tummy tussling their way towards my butt crack. I hope today they will spill out in a sensible order and not just pepper my desk in an explosion of syllables.
I struggle to control their power. Sometimes they leak without warning. Sometimes they announce their arrival with a flurry of verbs which ricochet of the paper walls.
So far a tasteless start but one that allows my brain to tick over at 1am. No need for explaination or tortuous thoughts this morning. Just a complition of my Twitter page.
HDM
I struggle to control their power. Sometimes they leak without warning. Sometimes they announce their arrival with a flurry of verbs which ricochet of the paper walls.
So far a tasteless start but one that allows my brain to tick over at 1am. No need for explaination or tortuous thoughts this morning. Just a complition of my Twitter page.
HDM
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