The Final Whistle

Sitting on the side-lines

cheering less and less

Disconnected voices

Never sensing my distress.

Benched by circumstance

Not an inability to play

Poverty of opportunity

The price I’m forced to pay.

How do I stay connected,

when I’m stuck within these walls?

I still turn up to training,

hoping my time has yet to come.

but the team fails to see

the shadow that I’ve become.

The alarm bell is ringing…

The side-lines call again,

But I’ve decided to stay at home

To reconnect with a friend.

Will they notice my disconnection,

or the space upon the bench?

I shower and prepare myself

For this meeting of minds

No longer care about connecting

With my team-mates who went blind.

I check my reflection in the mirror

To ensure I’m ready to go

Then I count out the tablets

Before I change my mind to no.

Did we win today I wonder

as the final whistle blows.

If you or someone you know is experiencing suicidal thoughts, advice and help can be found here.

https://www.nhs.uk/conditions/suicide/

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Rejection

The moderator has fallen asleep

and logic has left the building.

Isolated from my dreams,

hope shattered once more.

As my broken heart screams for acceptance

from these three strangers symbolising a society

that seeks solutions in experience.

Imagination and creativity trail behind

only a few steps from the starting line.

Too tried to try again,

my only fuel now rage.

Tears blinding, I try to step forward

But I stumble and fall

Slumping to the ground with a thud.

Passers by stop to stare

as friends whisper in my ear

the words I’m not ready to hear

“Whit’s fur ye will no go by ye”

Which I know is true

because I’ve saw it too

But for now, all I can see is how hard it’s been

to have yet another crushed dream.

Irn Bru

Sing along to Paolo Nutini’s Iron Sky.

We are dry individuals
Dying for our sugar
But the shops
Couldn’t get much more

We find fakes with aspartame
To tempt us with hydration
But no one, no nobody
will  give you the sugar

To rush
into work
into life
Without Irn Bru that’s fast becoming no more
What about choice and our freedom?

Oh Irn bru
It’s dripping down the walls
Of a drink we cannot drink
In this harsh reality
Man made poison spoon fed to the blind
Serves now to define our cold drinks counter

From which we’ll rise
Into work
Into life
Without Irn Bru that’s fast becoming no more
What about choice and our freedom?

You’ve just got to hold on
You’ve just got to hold on

[Charlie Chaplin’s speech from The Great Dictator]
“To those who can hear me, I say – do not despair. The misery that is now upon us is but the passing of grief – the bitterness of men who fear the way of human sweetness. The hate of men will pass, and dictators die, and the ginger they took from the people will return to the people. And so long as men die, liberty will never perish… Don’t give yourselves to these unnatural drinks – machine drinks with machine minds and machine hearts! You are not machines! You are not cattle!… You are men! You, the people, have the power to make this life free and beautiful, to make this life a wonderful adventure…. let us use that power – let us all unite.”

And we’ll rise
Into work
Into life
Without Irn Bru that’s fast becoming no more
What about choice and our freedom?
Into freedom

From which we’ll rise
Into work
Into life
Without Irn Bru that’s fast becoming no more
What about choice and our freedom?
Freedom, freedom

Oh, rain on me
Rain on me
Rain on me

#IrnBru #PaoloNutini #IronSky #Freedom #Sugar #AnotherOliverShaftsScotland #BarrsBringItBack #SweetenMyLifeUp

The Thaw

 

Wake my child,

Come walk with me

Allow yourself to

Be transported back in time.

Step forward with glee

Hear the sounds serenading your

Journey, crunch, crunch, crunch.

Experience what it’s like to

Dance in the rain of the trees as you

Look up to see only blue sky

Bask in the glory of the sun

Melt like the frost as you

Return home to thaw

Drift off to sleep once more and

Remember always to

Dream

The Naked Chef

Yer title like many was based on a lie,

just cause you danced scuddie as a wee guy.

Yer cooking programs were never really ma taste,

no sure if it was just the smug look on yer face.

A would’ve stayed quiet, kept ma mooth shut tight

but when you destroyed IRN-BRU ye started a fight.

Noo I cannae get sugar and defos no Bru

and a don’t know what else a can do.

But shout ma mooth aff at some poncy bloke

that somehow convinced some other mad folk.

That another tax was jist whit we need

cos some other folk cannae control their greed.

So noo a cannae get Irn Bru just a poisonous impostor

and more and more places are beginning to foster

A no sugar attitude that destroys my freedom of choice,

and all I have left is a sugar lovers sad voice.

Ye’ve opened yer gob ance too often fur me,

A’ve nae interest in what ye think I should huv fur ma tea.

Stuff your poncy ideas and yer naked ass too

and if you can find one a real can of Irn Bru

Up the bum of a turkey or maybe a duck

and get yerself right tae……..

 

#RealIrnBru #SugarLover #SugarTax #WhatHappenedToChoice
#IDetestJamieOliver #IdRatherPayTheTaxThanDrinkAspartame
#BarrsYouLetUsDown

Tom McGuire & The Brassholes

So I spent Sunday afternoon going round in circles on Glasgow subway being entertained by Tom McGuire & The Brassholes who will be launching their debut album on 3rd February at the Glasgow QMU.

We had so much fun and even managed some shoogly dancing.  It was an absolute treat but it might have spoiled the subway forever for the wee ones as they’re now going to be expecting to be serenaded every time they get on.  Check out #brassholesunderground on Twitter or FB for videos.

For more information on the band or to book your tickets for the album launch visit the band pages on FB or Twitter 

 

 

Missing Conversation Four

(16th November 2018 – The day that should have seen the demise of Theresa May)

Nic: Hiya pal, how you doing? You all right?

Alex: Ach aye, I’m all right, it’s hard not to let this crap get you down. I’d really hoped it would all have been sorted before Christmas. Don’t think I’ll be getting invited to play Santa this year at the Christmas party. I know one or two folk who’s on the naughty list for sure and none of them are bloody me. What’s up anyway? I know you didn’t call so I could depress you.

Nic: Naw, I called to try and cheer you up. Have you seen the news today?

Alex: Nope, sure I can’t watch live TV when I’m at home. Fucked if I’m paying a license to help fund state propaganda. I hope to fuck the Scots abolish that garbage as soon as they’ve taken their Independence. Enjoying the peace for once anyway, how what have I missed?

Nic: They’re turning on that auld bag faster than the Hadron Collider on coonsil.  It’s looking like she’ll not last the day.

Alex: Been a long time coming. Fields of wheat will be wilting all over the world in case she comes seeking solace. She’s a canny auld coo though, don’t be surprised if she holds on, for all I detest her she’s more resilient than a titanium tank.

Nic: Aye true, we’ll see what happens. Check out the news when you get the chance, you’ll get a right good laugh. Come over to mine and watch it there later if you want. In fact, you could go just now, Pete’s in he’ll stick some pizza and goujons in the oven and it means I’ll know you’ve ate something. I’m sure there’s some of that whisky left from last time, have a swally and I’ll catch up when I get in.

Alex: Aye all right, thanks for keeping an eye on me.

Nic: No bother. Oh before I go, you need to see what that lassie the Paisley Ponderer has done with My Way. I’ve been singing it all day. It’ll make you smile for sure.

Alex: I’ll have a look when i get to yours so be warned me and Pete could have the karaoke on when you get in. Right if you’re speaking to Pete tell him I’m on my way.  Hasta la vista baby.

Nic: Later gator, mhaw.