Archive for June, 2009


Not mine…..

Came across this one and the one below on POF I like them and robbed them init…. not without asking first mind you…. enjoy init…
 
Before the Internet…
Before semi-automatics and joyriders
Before SEGA or Super Nintendo…
Way back……..
I’m talking about Hide and Seek in the park.
The corner shop.
Hopscotch.
Butterscotch.
Skipping.
Handstands.
Football with an old can.
Fingerbob.
Beano, Dandy, Buster, Twinkle and Dennis the Menace.
Roly Poly.
Hula Hoops, jumping the stream, building dams.
The smell of the sun and fresh cut grass.
Bazooka bubble gum.
An ice cream cone on a warm summer night from the van that plays a tune.
Chocolate or vanilla or strawberry or maybe Neapolitan or perhaps screwball.
Wait……
Watching Saturday morning cartoons, short commercials or the flicks.
Red Hand Gang, Tomorrow People, Tiswas or Swapshop?, and ‘Why Don’t You’? – or staying up for Doctor Who.
When around the corner seemed far away and going into town seemed like going somewhere.
Earwigs, wasps, stinging nettles and bee stings.
Sticky fingers.
Playing Marbles. Ball bearings. Big ‘uns and Little ‘uns.
Cops and Robbers, Cowboys and Indians.
Climbing trees.
Making igloos out of snow banks.
Walking to school, no matter what the weather.
Running till you were out of breath, laughing so hard that your stomach hurt.
Jumping on the bed. Pillow fights. Spinning around on roundabouts,
getting dizzy and falling down was cause for giggles. Being tired from playing…. remember that?
The worst embarrassment was being picked last for a team.
Water balloons were the ultimate weapon.
Choppers and Grifters.
Eating raw jelly. Orange squash ice pops.
Vimto and Jubbly lollies
Remember when…
There were two types of trainers – girls and boys, and Dunlop Green Flash
The only time you wore them at School was for P.E.
And they were called gym shoes or if you are older, plimsoles or Daps.
You knew everyone in your street – and so did your parents.
It wasn’t odd to have two or three ‘best’ friends.
You didn’t sleep a wink on Christmas Eve.
When nobody owned a pure-bred dog.
When 25p was decent pocket money
Curly Wurlys. Space Dust. Toffo’s, cola cubes.
When you’d reach into a muddy gutter for a penny.
When any parent could discipline any kid, or use him to carry groceries and nobody, not even the kid, thought a thing of it.
When being sent to the head’s office was nothing compared to the fate that awaited a misbehaving pupil at home. Basically, we were in fear for our lives but it wasn’t because of drive-by shootings, gangs etc.
Remember when….
Decisions were made by going "Ip, Dip, Dog Sh*t"
Race issue" meant arguing about who ran the fastest.
Money issues were handled by whoever was the banker in Monopoly
The worst thing you could catch from the opposite sex was germs.
And the worst thing in your day was having to sit next to one.
It was unbelievable that ‘British Bulldog 123’ wasn’t an Olympic event.
Having a weapon in school, meant being caught with a catapult.
Scrapes and bruises were kissed and made better.
Taking drugs meant orange-flavoured chewable aspirin.
Ice cream was considered a basic food group.
Getting a foot of snow was a dream come true.
Older siblings were the worst tormentors, but also the fiercest protectors.
Pass this on to anyone who may need a break from their grown up life…

Biker’s…..

My second youngest Malachi has just got a moped on the road, so you peeps need to watch out init as some of you are in such a dam hurry!!!
 
IF U KNOW A BIKER…………

I saw you hug your purse closer to you in the grocery store line. But you didn’t see me put an extra £10.00 in the collection plate last Sunday. I saw you pull your child closer when we passed each other on the sidewalk. But you didn’t see me playing Santa at the local mall. I saw you change your mind about going into the restaurant. But you didn’t see me attending a meeting to raise more money for the hurricane relief. I saw you roll up your window and shake your head when I drove by. But you didn’t see me driving behind you when you flicked your cigarette butt out the car window. I saw you frown at me when I smiled at your children. But you didn ‘t see me when I took time off from work to run toys to the homeless. I saw you stare at my long hair. But you didn’t see me and my friends cut ten inches off for Locks of Love. I saw you roll your eyes at our leather coats and gloves. But you didn’t see me and my brothers donate our old coats and gloves to those that had none. I saw you look in fright at my tattoos. But you didn’t see me cry as my children where born and have their name written over and in my heart. I saw you change lanes while rushing off to go somewhere. But you didn’t see me going home to be with my family. I saw you complain about how loud and noisy our bikes can be. But you didn’t see me when you were changing the CD and drifted into my lane. I saw you yelling at your kids in the car. But you didn’t see me pat my child’s hands, knowing he was safe behind me. I saw you reading the newspaper or map as you drove down the road. But you didn’t see me squeeze my wife’s leg when she told me to take the next turn. I saw you race down the road in the rain. But you didn’t see me get soaked to the skin so my son could have the car to go on his date. I saw you run the yellow light just to save a few minutes of time. But you didn’t see me trying to turn right I saw you cut me off because you needed to be in the lane I was in. But you didn’t see me leave the road. I saw you waiting impatiently for my friends to pass. But you didn’t see me. I wasn’t there. I saw you go home to your family. But you didn’t see me. Because, I died that day you cut me off. I WAS JUST A BIKER. A person with friends and a family. But you didn’t see me.

I cry some times………

I cry some times when I think of you

We used to hold hands not matter

What we would do

Walk in the fields

Play Frisbee for two

Go for a bike ride

Just for something to do

 

I cry some times when I think of you

Distance being far

Not enough do I see you

Changes have been

In the passing of nights

Wonder how your feeling

If everything’s alright

 

I cry some times when I think of you

Watched from a distance

Allowing others to influence you

Observed are those aspects

Of things that you do

Seen are the changes that make you you

 

I cry some times when I think of you

Unable to assist or give guidance to you

I hear the things that you are going through

Situations out of hand

But what can I do

Listen and take in those things you endure

Encourage your stance and get ready for more

 

I cry some times when I think of you

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