Surviving School

Apart from messing about with Bunsen burners, what else did you play around with at school to annoy your classmates or, if you were brave, the teacher?

Bunsen Burner
Bunsen Burner

Me? Well, I went through comprehensive school in Wales during the 80s, and there was that annoying green slime putty (which you could set ‘time delay’ charges on the ceiling and wait for them to lose their grip and splat onto someone’s head during the lesson), spud guns (if you could nick the potatoes without annoying your Mam too much), IMG_3693cap guns and cap rockets (into which you’d try and squeeze as many caps as possible in order to get the loudest possible ‘explosion’ when you threw it, although probably not in the confines of the classroom!), wet paper balls fired from out of Bic pen cases or pencil toppers launched at people’s heads.

Pencil Toppers
Pencil Toppers

The odd stink bomb strategically placed under the teachers desk or chair leg was guaranteed to clear the classroom and undoubtedly get you detention and/or lines. Whoopee cushions and fart spray, from the joke shop in Porthcawl, were also good for a few laughs but they’d get confiscated if you were caught, and that was just a waste of your pocket money. Continue reading

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Celebrating Shakespeare‏

“I would challenge you to a battle of wits,
but I see you are unarmed.”
William Shakespeare (1564-1616)

Old Willy certainly had an eloquent way in which to insult people of lower intelligence or those whose stupidity and ineptitude were their most admirable qualities. Now, four hundred years after his death, I wonder what he would think of this ‘modern’ world that we are slowly destroying?

Perhaps this…

“Blow, blow, thou winter wind
Thou art not so unkind,
As man’s ingratitude.”
William Shakespeare (1564-1616)

Dad

Today would have been my father’s 72nd birthday and I miss him so much. It is a sad fact that we will all experience the loss of a loved one at some point in our lives but that doesn’t make things any easier.

I’ve always had the passion for writing since I stuck my head into C.S. Lewis’ Narnia books and felt snow on my nose as I peered out from within that magical wardrobe, although I had never made the effort to actually put pen to paper.

“I’d love to write a novel, one day,” I’d say, time and time again but it took the death of my loving father to push my lazy ass into gear, as thoughts of my own mortality reared their ugly heads.

My book is in progress and, whether it takes me two years or ten to complete it, it will be worth it, even if just one person likes it. OK, one person plus me!

Here’s a poem I wrote about the last few moments with my Dad.

Hope you like it and please let me know what you think.

Just click on the link below:

I Would Eat Sprouts

The Arrival Of Al Hussein

A story about the only successful Iraqi missile attack on an American target, which caused the highest number of casualties against coalition forces during the Gulf War 1991, in one single attack.

WARNING – Contains some colourful language.

To view the story click on the link below or, alternatively, go to the ‘LIFE WRITING’ tab above.

The Arrival Of Al Hussein