For those who went before us
This isnt for a friend, in the way that an author will deciate a book, for example, I have just started with another Clarkson book, this one Born to be Riled, whatever Riled is... which is deadicated to, me i guess, well not quite me, its deadicated to everyone who reads it, it says deadicated to you, the readers.
You know who you are, partly because I fear you might be the only person to read my blog (mebbe I can put an RSS to it, and then subscribe the whole world to it MWHAHAHAHA), but beacasue I think you are the only person who has got the address for it.
Through choice i dont remember much before urm 15-osh apart from the various hospital trips and brooken bones. However the only thing that I do remember is my Grandad :D He died 12 years ago this year, and im only 21, (22 this yr) so I was 10 at the time. However I remember things more about him then other people, i guess i was closer to him then i care to accept :$.
Things like going fishing, he was a fresh water fisherman, and got me hooked (appologies for the pun) on fishing, and to this day I have his fishing equiptment in the garage, and every year i vowel to go fishing, but sadly it hasnt happened yet. Allthough with my new perhaps annual trip to "the island" (isle of mann) fishing will become a more common occurance.
The other thing that I remember is the blackberrys, not my technological advancement that will give me exchange emails from work on my mobile, even when I am in the middle of Sainsburys, (as Hobzy proved while testing the new iPaq from HP the other month) but picking the berries, blackberrys. Parking in the middle of the road on the cross hatchings because we spotted a bush or two with blackberries ripening on them in late septmeber when they came down for one of their visits which happened each year.
To matters at hand, after refusing to strike when Ford went ono strike (i dont know why, why that is that they were striking, not why he refused to strike with them) he worked for the concil as a gritter man. He would be up on these cold mornings that we are faced with at the moment and be out spreading grit on the roads so that we would all be able to make it to work or school or wherever our destinations would be in the mornings. One of those people who kept the nation moving, before the Labour Party came into power and brought the transport system to a standstill! ( His Tony-ness wont be reading this so i dont mind saying that even the Lib Dems, or Green Party would have the transport system working better, partly because Green would have us all walking and cycling to whereever it was that we wanted to get to)
Tonight whilst at the bank I saw one of the "gritters" and it reminded me, that while i was cursing the british weather because it was cold, (why have I got the window open at 2 in the morning, while there is another deep frost growing on the car, ahh yes because the heating is on FULL) it reminded me that while I was unhappy with the weather if he was still alive he would probably be out there driving his gritter and making sure the roads were safe for me to drive on, well perhaps not, but a few yrs ago he would have been.
I guess its perspective-ative, as although i wont admit it i feel that perhaps i lost someone yesterday but in a different way, supposidly a "good" way but i dissagree, have done for years and will do forever, and I dont care how they feel, but for my friend, you must remember that we are here and sorta know whats going on, n though we dont necessarily understand how you feel at the moment we are here to help, and you need to talk to the person(s) that you care about the most, as its times like these when you know who they are.
Ive babbled enough for now, n im appologising if ive upset but i was told to blog last nite and i didnt have anything to wirte, but today i felt the need. All that is left is for my picture, for all the people who are out ther making the roads good for the drive to work...
...
This isnt for a friend, in the way that an author will deciate a book, for example, I have just started with another Clarkson book, this one Born to be Riled, whatever Riled is... which is deadicated to, me i guess, well not quite me, its deadicated to everyone who reads it, it says deadicated to you, the readers.
You know who you are, partly because I fear you might be the only person to read my blog (mebbe I can put an RSS to it, and then subscribe the whole world to it MWHAHAHAHA), but beacasue I think you are the only person who has got the address for it.
Through choice i dont remember much before urm 15-osh apart from the various hospital trips and brooken bones. However the only thing that I do remember is my Grandad :D He died 12 years ago this year, and im only 21, (22 this yr) so I was 10 at the time. However I remember things more about him then other people, i guess i was closer to him then i care to accept :$.
Things like going fishing, he was a fresh water fisherman, and got me hooked (appologies for the pun) on fishing, and to this day I have his fishing equiptment in the garage, and every year i vowel to go fishing, but sadly it hasnt happened yet. Allthough with my new perhaps annual trip to "the island" (isle of mann) fishing will become a more common occurance.
The other thing that I remember is the blackberrys, not my technological advancement that will give me exchange emails from work on my mobile, even when I am in the middle of Sainsburys, (as Hobzy proved while testing the new iPaq from HP the other month) but picking the berries, blackberrys. Parking in the middle of the road on the cross hatchings because we spotted a bush or two with blackberries ripening on them in late septmeber when they came down for one of their visits which happened each year.
To matters at hand, after refusing to strike when Ford went ono strike (i dont know why, why that is that they were striking, not why he refused to strike with them) he worked for the concil as a gritter man. He would be up on these cold mornings that we are faced with at the moment and be out spreading grit on the roads so that we would all be able to make it to work or school or wherever our destinations would be in the mornings. One of those people who kept the nation moving, before the Labour Party came into power and brought the transport system to a standstill! ( His Tony-ness wont be reading this so i dont mind saying that even the Lib Dems, or Green Party would have the transport system working better, partly because Green would have us all walking and cycling to whereever it was that we wanted to get to)
Tonight whilst at the bank I saw one of the "gritters" and it reminded me, that while i was cursing the british weather because it was cold, (why have I got the window open at 2 in the morning, while there is another deep frost growing on the car, ahh yes because the heating is on FULL) it reminded me that while I was unhappy with the weather if he was still alive he would probably be out there driving his gritter and making sure the roads were safe for me to drive on, well perhaps not, but a few yrs ago he would have been.
I guess its perspective-ative, as although i wont admit it i feel that perhaps i lost someone yesterday but in a different way, supposidly a "good" way but i dissagree, have done for years and will do forever, and I dont care how they feel, but for my friend, you must remember that we are here and sorta know whats going on, n though we dont necessarily understand how you feel at the moment we are here to help, and you need to talk to the person(s) that you care about the most, as its times like these when you know who they are.
Ive babbled enough for now, n im appologising if ive upset but i was told to blog last nite and i didnt have anything to wirte, but today i felt the need. All that is left is for my picture, for all the people who are out ther making the roads good for the drive to work...
...
Keep safe
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