Another Football Day

Ok so I know that I am bad, but I felt lazy so just watched some football (all day).

First game I sort of watched intermittently.  Was between Leeds and Cardiff and ended 1-1.  Not a lot to report as I was writing and flicking to it at the same time.

Second game again I didnt watch all of it, just the first half.  Tottenham v Qpr.  Dont know why people rave about Spurs.  They aint that good and apart from them beating us 4-0 at their place (one of the most one sided biased games this season)  then I think they are mediocre at best.  A lot of slick passing helped them to a 3-1 victory.  Like I said I didnt watch it all.

Saw quite a lot of the Hamburg v Kaiserslautern game and this was a much more enjoyable game with chances at both ends and some good play.  Ended 1-1.

Then watched Athletico Madrid v Real Zaragoza which was a topsy turvy game and Athletico won it 3-1

Did some more writing in the evening and sorted out my TMA.  Watched an episode of Fringe before going to bed.

Halloween

I stare at a grinning vegetable

Its teeth fixed in a demonic grin

From within a single candle glows

Its eyes light with a distant fire

The orange skin takes on a subtle hue

As the candle burns yet brighter

A small hand upsets my vision

And the tiny handle is gripped

I turn and a vampire faces me

Its face twisted in an evil grin

Twin spots of blood adorn the chin

The teeth long and pointed

But the eyes give it away

For behind the mask the eyes are innocent and childlike

And I can see them smiling at me

The mask is lifted and I see my child

Eyes full of joy like I remember mine were

The trident clasped in one hand the pumpkin in the other

A cloak with pockets to gather the night’s bounty

A knock at the door and I look down the hall

As Frankenstein enters our house and says hello

Two more fiends wait on the door step

And I hear the laughter that can only belong to a child

I get a final hug and then I see back of the cape

As it makes its way on its long journey

Halloween and the night is full of wonder

I walk to the door just in time to see the many creatures that the night has produced

Werewolves, vampires and witches decorate the street

A mirage of blurred colour and dazzling costumes

And I smile within remembering the innocence

©Sonofdel 2011

Well the topic speaks for itself but I wrote this because I was thinking what it was like growing up (halloween wasnt that popular) but I do remember the excitement of trick or treat and its good to see that children still want to dress up and make a good thing of it.  Boooooooooooooooooooooo

Soccer Saturday

Didnt get up early because of all the sleep I lost the night before.

Turned on the football and saw the strangest of games.  Chelsea v Arsenal.  Match started with a couple of easy chances for Arsenal which they failed to convert.  First decent chance for Chelsea and they scored with a Frank Lampard header.  Arsenal equalised not long after thanks to a simple goal after some good work from Gervinho who unselfishly rolled the ball across to Robin Van Persie to tap in.  It looked like it was going to be 1-1 at the brea but some bad defending allowed John Terry to side foot a simple effort that rolled into the corner.  Second half was barely underway when Arsenal equalised through Andre Santos before Theo Walcott put them in front.  After that it was end to end and Chelsea got level with ten minutes left thanks to a shot from Mata that looped up of an Arsenal players shin.  John Terry slipped while chasing a backpass and this allowed RVP to round the keeper and slot in his second of the game.  Chelsea chased for the equaliser but RVP sealed his hat-trick with a swerving left foot shot from just inside the area.

Second match was Norwich v Blackburn and this was had some wonderful goals in it.  The first one just before half time from Blackburn player Justin Hoilett. He ran from the left side of the pitch across the edge of the box and unleashed a right foot thunderbolt which meant Blackburn led 1-0 at half time.  Morrison equalised for Norwich with a great right foot volley from the edge of the area before Blackburn scored two goals in quick succession.  The first was a sweet strike from Yakubu, before Samba scored a close range header.  Blackburn at this point were cruising but Norwich pulled one back in Johnson's long range shot that took a wicked deflection and looped over the helpless keeper.  Blackburn were still in control until the dying seconds when the referee awarded them a penalty (never was) and substitute Grant Holt equalised from the spot.

Third game saw West Brom v Liverpool.  I expected West Brom to really give Liverpool a game but they did anything but.  Liverpool were awarded a penalty in the 8th minute as Suarez was tripped and Charlie Adam converted sending the West Brom keeper the wrong way.  It was all Liverpool and Andy Carroll added a second at the end of the first half after Suarez put him clean through.  Liverpool continued in the second half and West Brom never looked like scoring and it was Liverpool who almost added a third in stoppage time as Stewart Downing hit the post with a left foot shot.

I watched one more game and that was Italian Serie A.  Inter Milan v Juventus.  What a game this was with chances all the way through.  Juventus took the lead through Mirko Vucinic but the lead didnt last long before Maicon equalised for the hosts.  Matra was a thorn in Inter's side all game and it was some neat play between him and Marchisio ended in the latter scoring from the edge of the area.  In the second half it was end to end but Juventus held on to go two points clear at the top of Serie A. Inter meanwhile are just two points of the bottom three.

After a day of watching football we decided to settle down to watch Bloodrayne the Third Reich (sequel to the one we watched the other night).  This one was a lot better and the acting not so wooden.  Some good action scenes and good storylline (a little farfetched........but hey).

Finished of the night with another two episodes of Season 3 of Fringe.

No Answer

Darkness that devours my soul

And takes me to the depths of my despair

And forces me to lose control

As my mind wanders, I sit here on this chair

Contemplating what life means, and why

We have to endure this torture, is it right?

To find the meaning of life before I die

Just let me find some, this dark and starlit night

Of forces of nature and tides of the sea

The complexes of my mind, an enigma today

The things I did wrong return to haunt me

And the nightmarish visions won’t go away

Until I find the key to this door in my head

Then I will rest no more and live just to know

That when unlocked I will find peace instead

Of these wars going on, as a lone candle glows

And in the midst of my thought, a realisation

And in my heart and soul maybe I have found

The answer, that which we have sought since creation

Listening so closely not hearing a sound

And waiting and waiting for the thought to be clear

So I can sleep soundly, for one lonely night

And then the answer, just fades and then disappears

So still I wonder, sitting here in the mysterious moonlight

©Sonofdel 2011

Well this was one of those days where I hadnt slept well and was having a melancholy day.  You know the kind, why am I here?  What's life all about?  All that sort of stuff.    It just came to me, so I wrote it down.

Usual Friday

Well continuing from my last post, woke up not too good.  Still had chest and stomach pains but took two more rennie and by mid-afternoon the pain started to wear off.  Tried a couple of biscuits and all went well............thank god !!!!!!!!!!

Tesco delivery arrived right when they said it would, in fact they even sent me a text in the morning to clarify the time.  All items arrived except two not in stock and the bill was adjusted accordingly.

In the afternoon yet more coursework..........got a writing week now so I can continue some of the short stories I have started (and maybe some new poetry)

In the evening decided to have a break from writing and instead watched a film called Blitz.  Its a Jason Statham film and its basically about a cop killer.  Statham is his usual tough guy and there is a great supporting cast including Paddy Considine and Aiden Gillen.  Definitely worth a watch. **** (4 star).

We finished of the night with another episode from Fringe Season 3 (episode 4).  Was shattered when I went bed and thankfully I managed to sleep.

Lottery

Waiting for Saturday, maybe

The waiting gets to me

The stress takes its toll on me

And still I’m waiting

The focal point of the week

The reason to hope

The time is nearly here

And still I’m waiting

Everything I want rests on Saturday

Every dream I have may come true

Just a while longer

And still I’m waiting

Now its time to hope

The balls have been released

Three numbers have been called

And still I’m waiting

Last three are read out

Then I check my numbers

Not a one on any line

The waiting is over

But I don’t give up hope

There is still a chance for me

There’s another draw next week

Until then I’ll keep waiting

©sonofdel 2011

I remember being like this.  First few years I played religiously.  Always counting down the days until I had the chance again.  Noy anymore.  Never play the usual lottery and only ever play any if there is a huge rollover.

Write, write, write.....

Ok so to the normal person today would have classed as boring.

Other than order online groceries for the first time (Tesco) and doing email, surveys yadda yadda, didnt really do too much.  For one thing I was freezing and for another I just couldnt get motivated. 

Afternoon totally different.  Finished my short story (thanks for reading and commenting), and did some more university work.  We decided to have a chinese and I wondered what I was going to do in the evening.

Need not have worried because as soon as eight o'clock came I got my writing bug and started to write two new stories.  First one is a murder/detective story (never done anything like this before) and the second is.......well.......erm hard to explain as I cant really put it in a genre.  Its called T-red and its ...........well you will have to wait and see and I might decide its good enough for my publics eyes............lol  or then again I might scrap it altogether, havent made up my mind yet. 

At about 2.00am went bed and thats usually where my story ends...........not today.  The chinese started giving me acid and I thought hey take a antacid tablet (ranitidine) and give it twenty and it will go.  Lay down and dropped off for an hour, woke and it was ten times worse.  Burning chest and it felt like my chest was being crushed.  Panic set in and my first thought was Ulcer.  Deb dug out the Rennie for me and I took two.  Took about another thirty minutes before I was able to drop off sleep but kept waking up with the pain.

Bloody chinese .......lol (gotta blame something)

If I Should Die Tomorrow

If I should die tomorrow

Walk

Walk the paths we used to tread

Stroll along the beach and remember me

Let the sea just roll up to you

It will be me saying my last goodbye

That is what I want you to do

If I should die tomorrow

If I should die tomorrow

Look

Look up to the skies above

Watch the clouds float idly by

Let the sun shine in your eyes

You will see me looking down at you

That is what I want you to do

If I should die tomorrow

If I should die tomorrow

Smile

Smile because I know I have loved

I have given you all my heart

Remember me and smile inside

For I will be smiling with you

That is what I want you to do

If I should die tomorrow

If I should die tomorrow

Love

Love with all your heart and soul

This life that’s so precious a gift

Treat each day with much respect

And know that I love you still

That is what I want you to do

If I should die tomorrow

©Sonofdel 2011

Wrote this on a down day.  I have them just like every one else.  I just wondered how Deb would be if I died tomorrow and wanted to tell her how I wanted her to be and how she had to carry on.  Always a positive.

A nothing day.

Ok so maybe nothing is stretching it a bit, but there was not a lot memorable shall we say......

more university work and wrote more of my story on here.  One plus is that I did come up with a couple of ideas for some more short stories.  This writing bug is gripping me and it isnt letting go........lol

In the afternoon rated some peoples work on the course and spoke to a few people, my sister, my mum, Sarah (other sis), Pauline and even my Auntie Pauline.  (just worked out I spent about three hours on the phone sheeeeeeeeeesh).

In the evening I watched the Stoke City v Liverpool Carling Cup game.  Good match and even though Stoke went in front through a Kenwynne Jones header (defensive mess up by Seabastian Coates) Liverpool always looked like they had goals in them.  I was disappointed with Andy Carroll again and I dont know if he will ever live up to his price tag but we shall see.  At half time it was still 1-0 and even though Liverpool were playing good the goal eluded them until a moment of brilliance from Luis Suarez (who else).  He wriggled through the defence on the edge of the box and curled a beautiful shot into the far right corner of the goal.  After that it went a little flat and there were chances at both ends and it looked like it was going to go to extra time.  In the 85th minutes a looped cross found its way to Suarez about 8 yards out and he powered a header into the top right hand corner of the goal.  A header by Suarez is a rarity and a real collectors item.  We held on despite some nervy moments at the end and we are now through to the quarter finals where the likes of Chelsea, Man United and Man City await !!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Didnt read again as I was worn out when I went bed.

Too Scared

Phobia what is that about, not me I scare for none

Spiders they don’t bother me, nor do the rays of sun

Closed spaces scare me just as much as dirt or specks of dust

And I can’t understand afraid of heights, you do believe me I trust

And fear of water doesn’t do a thing to stop me swimming

And agoraphobia is another one, I aren’t scared of men or women

Maybe there is a fear I sort of have, but its nothing believe me

It’s something that we look at long and never do we see

The dark it reaches out to me with fingers cold and black,

It takes my shadow, buries me, and takes me of my track,

It festers in my heart and soul and punishes me with shame,

The fear of darkness approaching me, please tell me who’s to blame

To be so scared of something like this makes me feel a fool

I just am not scared of anything and that has always been the rule

Well the darkness is here once more and from it I will hide

Don’t tell a soul about my fear.  I have still got my pride

Its like there’s something in the dark, it chills me to the bone

The creeping feeling in my flesh, I know I am not alone

©sonofdel 2011

Well here we go with another poem that was written after talking to some of my friends years ago.  We were all discussing phobias and what we were actually afraid of.  The phobias ranged from spiders, moths and beetles to closed spaces, people, and flying.  Of course there was one there who reckoned he wasnt afraid of anything.  Strange that he cringed when we mentioned the dark.

My Short Story Page 8

‘Do you remember?’

Again the voice, again the questions, always questions.

‘Ah you do not.  You are a part of the Calverine.  We are a race that conquers.  We don’t negotiate with races, we don’t listen to pleas.  We wipe them out.  It was ages past that you were sent to the planet called Earth.  Your job was to infiltrate the minds of the species known as mankind.  We knew nothing of Earth or its people and we needed information on who they were and what kind of resistance they could offer.  You were sent in their year 1600 and for many years we were able to track you in the minds of each individual you possessed, but we are a race like all others and mistakes were made.  You were lost to us for almost 400 years, just a modicum of time to us but to you it was generations of minds.  Mankind evolved and so did their technology.  They went from primitive weapons such as ‘  Alan suddenly sensed images.  He had no eyes to see but still there they were, weapons, armour, ammunition, everything from common pistols and rifles to machine guns and atomic bombs.  He saw armour made from cloth and suits of armour made from steel, these were replaced by military uniforms and bullet proof vests.  All of these images were felt in rapid succession.            
Then the voice continued ‘We watched from afar and sent many more to infiltrate.  Few returned and some did not.  Some were not able to comprehend who they were and why they had been sent, this caused the thoughts of the humans to become scrambled to us and they were imprisoned in structures known as asylums.  You alone were the one we sought.  We had almost given up hope but we are strong and just as the Earth’s technology advanced so did we.  We found new ways to contact and it was through a thing the humans call ‘the internet’ that your power was felt.  Each time you used power, that power resonated like a beacon and we were able to follow that beacon over time, until we found you.  You had the knowledge of hundreds of years.  Your knowledge is being fed to us as you hear this message.  We do not speak, we do not feel, we just are.  We are sensory.  All that you know and that you have learned has changed our plans.  We were going to take over this planet and slowly eliminate its people, but now we have a change of plan.  War requires sacrifice and it’s as a whole that we make this decision’

And at last Alan understood, Alan was just a title that had been given to him when he had taken on his latest creation.  He was not Alan, he just was.  The sensory images flooded him again, blood, murder, guns, killing, drugs, bombs, missiles, rape.  The images tore through the entire fabric of his race and if he could have smiled he would.  There was no need to lose any of his race, no need for war, no need for anything.  His race were far more clever than that, for after seeing the images he knew it was just a matter of time, and time was something that was there forever.  He felt himself join with the rest of his race. Wait. Wait.

                It was just a question of time.

                The Earth was wiping out its own people.

He felt what was close to a smile again and this time he swore he could hear laughter.

THE END

©sonofdel 2011

My Short Story Page 7

They were still watching the house and Alan turned to see what it was that they were staring at.  The entire house had disappeared and the darkness was creeping slowly towards them.  The men didn’t show the fear that he felt in fact it seemed to him that they didn’t appear to be showing any emotion.  It was as if they were not concerned by the creeping eerie blackness.

‘Hey why are you just standing there? 

The three men either didn’t hear him or chose to ignore him and as he looked across the street he could see that the houses were disappearing there too.  He looked up and down the street and everything was vanishing, houses, cars, trees, everything.  The dark was moving in on him and he realised that there was nowhere left to go.  He looked around in panic but the dark was cutting of all avenues of escape.  He looked back at the men and saw that they were still standing in the same position.  He approached them and reached out a hand towards the closest one.  His hand passed straight through the man like he was a ghost.  He tried on the other two and got the same result.  He stood in front of them and put his face close to theirs.  They weren’t breathing.  There was no sign that they were alive.  Or maybe he was the dead one.  He looked down and saw that the ground around the men’s feet was different.  It appeared to be emanating a low blue pulsing light.  It was four or five feet square and he stepped onto it and watched the dark creep up and cover everything.  There was still a couple of feet of lawn and flowers but these were soon devoured.  He stood and waited for the inevitable and his mind reeled with ifs, maybe’s and why’s?

                As he watched the darkness seemed to stop at the edge of the platform and solidify.  He turned around and it was the same on all four sides.  The blue pulsing light seemed to intensify and a low thrumming vibrated beneath his feet.  There was a blinding flash and in that time he saw images, blurred representations of the events of his life.  His various birthdays surrounded by family and friends alike, school trips and day trips, weddings and funerals.  He saw him holding his baby sister when she was just a few hours old.  He even saw the morning’s events, from waking up right to the moment he went upstairs.   Then the flash receded and he was standing on a platform with lots of activity all around him.  Creatures were going back and forwards, touching screens, warbling strange languages, appearing to write, but in a language that he didn’t recognise.  He tried to move his arms but found out he was powerless. 

‘Interview no5 is a success, essence retrieved’

He heard the words as clearly as if they had been spoken but no one was near him.

‘Welcome back, we lost you there, almost had to terminate’

The voice was low and metallic and seemed to resonate in his skull.  He felt a sharp pain with each word and it felt directed and deliberate.  As he looked the creatures shapes changed.  They changed so rapidly that he felt dizzy watching the various features.  Was that an eye?  Were those legs?  All these questions and a thousand more invaded his mind and he felt the privacy of his thoughts violated. 

‘Wait no5, It will settle in a few minutes and then you will be one with us again’

What did it mean one with us?  Where was he?  He knew who he was.  He was Al……  He couldn’t remember who he was.  In fact he couldn’t remember anything and he tried to shake his head, except there was nothing to shake.  He had no form.  What was going on?

Dark Nights

Well another day another half-dollar (lol). 
Got up did lots of work on my course including re-editing my TMA again !!!!!!!!  Think it is as good as it is going to get.

In the afternoon just went to the local shops and then did lots of surveys.  Also did some more work on my Co-op forum.

In the evening I watched the first half of the Aldershot v Man United Carling Cup match and although Aldershot gave it a go Man U never looked like losing.  Only played at 2nd gear and could easily have gone up a few more.  Comfortable 3-0 win.

We decided to watch a movie and settled on Bloodrayne 2 Deliverance.  When it started it looked like a very badly acted C rate movie.  It kind of woke up after about twenty minutes and although it was never more than a standard B movie it did get a lot better.  Not really a lot of acting but a weird storyline where Billy the Kid was a vampire and Pat Garrett was a vampire killer (horror-vampire-western-swordfight movie ????).  I would give it a ** (2 star)

Deb went bed early as she was very tired from designing all day (web tags) so I decided to settle myself down with a couple of movies I had picked up from Poundland a few weeks before.  The first movie was a strange drug dealer kind of movie.  Narrated by Kiefer Sutherland it was about a dealer called white Mike.  It basically centres on a group of nine or ten individuals who though they dont know each other, their lives intertwine around Mike.  Good film and some good perfomances from the likes of Rory Culkin, 50 cent, and Emma Roberts.  Not everyones cup of tea but I liked it.  *** (3 star)

Second movie was Daylight Robbery which is a basic heist movie set in London about a group of men who decide to rob a bank of all the money that is due to be incinerated.  All does not go to plan and the film is almost entirely set in the bank itself.  Good if you like the heist genre or just want to see a decent british movie.  Stars include Vas Blackwood and Shaun Williamson. *** (3 star)

Went bed at 2.00am worn out...........lol

Its Love

Its warm like the sun and it drowns you like rain

Once you know it your life just won’t be the same

It consumes you inside and rids you of fears

And if real it will last you all of your years

When you find it you know that your life is complete

And it makes you walk in the sky with the stars at your feet

It’s the perfection of life in the heavens above

It’s the feeling you get when you find your true love

It’s with you in the morning and comforts you while you sleep

It’s a wonderful feeling so true and so deep

The hand that touches you and the feeling inside

Makes the love flow free and not want to hide

In the darkest of nights it will light up your heart

And if it’s meant to be you will know from the start

It’s the truth in your heart when your love you do find

It’s the feeling you get when love enters your mind

Do not think I talk of empty words never felt

For I speak the truth since my heart it did melt

She is beautiful to me and she makes my heart soar

And when she smiles in the morning I could not ask for more

She is the love of my life that I waited to find

And her name on my heart forever is signed

She is my angel, my love the one I hold dear

And love is the feeling I know when she’s near

©Sonofdel 2011

When you think your world is over and nothing is going right.  When you feel that all the bad luck in the world is raining down on you.  When everyday is just like the one before or worse.  Just believe in love and it will surely see you through the bad times. 

Nice quiet day (for a change)

When I got up today it was quite dull and cold.  Had to go town as needed to buy and post some birthday cards.  While down town picked up the clint 35 boxset (see one of my previous posts).  It looks good and will let you know in future posts.

Came home and spent most of the afternoon preparing my TMA01.  Wrote a poem that was 48 lines and then realised I had to cut it down to 36 lines maximum.  The thing is I had to delete lines while still keeping the poem flowing and making sense.  I didnt want to lose any of the emotional impact I was looking for and that was difficult.  In the end I decided to move some lines too so it didnt look disjointed from having the other lines deleted and I am quite pleased with the result. The hardest thing is having to write a 'commentary' on how I planned, researched, and wrote the final poem.  I dont often research my poetry but this time it did help to get an incite into the subject matter.  I will publish it on here at a later date once it is no longer my TMA01.

In the evening I got a little bored and watched the Brighton v West Ham game.  Not a bad game and there were lots of chances.  Kevin Nolan scored the only goal of the game in the first half.  Brighton pressed in the second half but they were very wasteful with the chances they did get.  In the final few minutes West Ham could have scored again but Brighton were better defending than attacking.

We started to watch season 3 of Fringe (3 episodes).  Anyone who hasnt seen it, I would recommend it.  If you like your programs straight forward and easy to follow, DONT watch Fringe.  If on the other hand you like a bit of sci-fi that stretches your imagination, then this is the program for you.  Wont give anymore away other than you wont be disappointed.  ***** (5 stars)

Again didnt read (must start reading again), was too tired.

The Stalker and The Victim

I think she’s nice, I like her looks

I can’t stop thinking about her smile

I see her face when I am reading books

I think I will look for a while

Who is that man, that stares at me

He seems to be everywhere I go

I must be mistaken, I didn’t see

I watch too much tv, I think so

She seems to see me, I think she likes

I have her number, I might just phone

I follow her weekends, when she hikes

I think I will follow her home

I am sure I saw him as I ran

Who is this person, I think is there

He seems just like a normal guy

I don’t want to know, I just don’t care

I phoned her number, she picked it up

I listened to her breathing, shallow and quiet

I watched her window as she dropped a cup

I have seen a bouquet of flowers, think I will buy it

What is this, flowers for me

There must be a mistake, some error no doubt

A single red rose, and a note I see

I wonder what it’s all about

Well weeks have passed since the flowers I sent

And I am more infatuated with each passing day

I sit here in her house wondering where she went

She will understand me being here, I pray

What are you doing, here in my house?

What do you mean, you’ll love me forever

Get away from me, I hear myself shout

And as I see the knife, my eyes fill with terror

I can’t believe what she made me do

She stood there and screamed at the knife that I had

But now she’s not breathing, this cant be true

What did she do to make me so mad?

I lie here not knowing what happens now

He turns and he leaves with a smile on his face

I feel kind of numb and can see the blood flow

The victim alone in this cold deathly place

©sonofdel 2011

I had a friend a fair few years ago and he was being stalked by a girl, she followed him everyhere, waited for him outside his house, even kept his rubbish which he dropped (crisp packets, coke cans etc).  He used to laugh but I told him one day it might not be so funny.  He ended up getting a girlfriend and this stalker stabbed her with a penknife.  No serious harm other than a few stitches but it could have been so much worse.  Thats why I wrote this.

Wouldnt have bet on those scores !!!!!!!

Well what a strange day.  I dont mean my day, that went ok.  I mean what strange and unforseen events in sport.

First of all a death in the Moto GP.  Sad day for the racing world as it lost one of its hottest prospects Marco Simoncelli age 24.  He died during the first lap of the Malaysian Grand Prix.  RIP

The afternoon started with the first of two incredible football matches that I had the pleasure of seeing.  The first was the eagerly anticipated Manchester derby between United and City.  United the dominant force in English football for the last two decades and City the money men (basically can buy anyone they want, which I believe is ruining football, but thats for another debate).  Well it started of ok both teams testing each other in possession and even though United had a lot of early posession they never really looked like penetrating the City Defence and so it came as no surprise when City went in front through a neat finish from Mario Balotelli.  At half time the score was 1-0 and it could still have gone either way.  Second half had only just started when for some reason known only to himself Jonny Evans fell asleep (at least I think he did).  He waited until Balotelli had walked past him and then decided to haul the Italian down, instant red card no arguing.  After that City made the extra man count time and time again, although credit to United they never stopped attacking.  Balotelli scored again soon after and when Aguero added a third it looked to be all over.  United are made of resilient stuff and it was the best move and goal of the game that brought United back to 3-1 with a curling 20 yard effort from Darren Fletcher.  United tried to get another but they were tiring and this was evident as sub Edin Dzeko scored two and David Silva added another to end the game Manchester United 1 - 6 Manchester City

Ok so this set the scene for the second game where QPR were home to Chelsea.  As this was the later kick off Chelsea knew that this was a chance to claw back points on United.  Game started ok with both teams playing some good attacking football.  Early penalty for QPR saw them take an early lead and after that Chelsea started to really attack.  It was on the counter that a ball was played down the left channel and Shaun Wright-Philips and Jose Bosingwa ran together with the ball, both hauled each other to the ground but for some reason (home advantage I think), the referee deemed that Bosingwa had committed the foul and that he was the last man so he showed him the red card.  I am not a Chelsea fan but there is no way that it was a sending off offence.  The second one definitely was though.  Still first half and now QPR are pressing and the ball rolls loose near the halfway line, along comes Didier Drogba and for some strange reason dives in with both feet, studs showing.  Instant red card no question.  1-0 at half time.  Second half and credit to Chelsea they didnt give up and created a lot of decent chances.  I was surprised at QPR not attacking more, they seemed content to stick with 1-0 which was a bit disappointing.  It ended 1-0 and the referee went card happy booking at least 9 players (could have been more).

In the evening I did some writing while Deb watched X-factor.  After it had finished we decided to watch Attack the Block.  I was a bit wary at first and thought it was going to be a spoof alien movie, boy was I in for a pleasant surprise.  Its a pretty good alien horror film with some good performances, namely from Jodie Whittaker and John Boyega.  Some cool special effects and just the right amount of gore.  I would rate it **** (4 star)

After that we watched the new Jeff Dunham show called Controlled Chaos.  Not bad but for me not as funny as his earlier shows.  He had his usual puppets Peanut (Debs favourite), Achmed (everyones favourite) and Walter (my favourite ('get your shit and get out....oh and have a nice day')).  New puppet in the shape of Achmed Junior but still missing something.  *** (3 stars)

Didnt read when went bed. too tired.

The Plan

I sat here today

Thinking of you

Planning in my mind

All the things we could do

We could hire a yacht

And sail the seas

But knowing my luck

We would catch a disease

St Tropez, Malta

Or some other resort

But knowing my luck

We would forget the passports

We could go camping

At home or abroad

But knowing my finances

We couldn’t afford

So I’ll just sit here

Thinking of you

Planning in my mind

All the things we could do

©sonofdel 2011

Wrote this one day while I was making plans for something to do.  I started thinking of all the possible things I could do but at the time my luck was terrible and I imagined that everything I did or tried to do would end up a disaster

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He stopped suddenly and backtracked to the garage. He reopened the garage door and looked around the interior. He couldn't believe what he was seeing not only had the car gone but everything in the garage was missing to. There should have been tins of paint, tools, even the rubbish bins had vanished. What was even more surprising was that the shelves were gone to. Now he knew something wasn't right.

                He went back into the living room and picked up the phone, there was no dial tone. He traced the cable back to the wall and found it was still plugged in. He tried the TV, pressed the on-off button several times still no power. He reached into his trouser pocket and pulled out his mobile phone. He flicked open the Clamshell phone and screen was blank. He knew it hadn't run out of power as it had been on power all night. He went to the front window and looked out. The man was still there staring at the house only this time he had been joined by two other men. All three men were just standing and a cold shiver ran down Alan’s back. He didn't want to go out the front door as he had no intention of confronting the three sinister looking men. He went into the backroom and pulled the curtain aside. What greeted him made him more scared than anything he had confronted so far. Where there should have been a back garden there was nothing. Everything the disappeared, from the shed to the patio furniture. There was no sign that there had ever been anything there. Everything was black, no garden, no sky, no nothing. He went to the back door and tried to open it, it wouldn't open. He tried turning the key but nothing happened. He pulled at the handle and even kicked the door several times in frustration, by the time he had finished his shoes had lost all their shine and the door was covered in black scuff marks. He stood at the door, tears now beginning to flow from his eyes, he was helpless. He stood that way for several minutes before taking several deep breaths and calming down.

"Come on, there must be a reasonable explanation for this" he said trying to convince himself.

He went back into the house and looked out the window in the vain hope that the men might have disappeared. They were still there. They seemed to be waiting for something, maybe him. He wondered if this was some sort of terrorist attack, but then chuckled to himself. I mean, who would want to attack him and his family, it's not like his dad was some sort of nuclear physicist or his mum was a political activist, and he could just see his sister standing at a protest march with a placard saying ‘down with the government’ on one side and ‘I love Justin Bieber’ on the other. He went to the windows in the backroom, pulled aside the curtain and went to open the window, the handle was missing. Where the handle should of been was just a smooth surface like there had never been anything there at all. He could feel the panic rising in him and closed his eyes while trying to calm down. After a couple of minutes he reopened his eyes to find where the window should have been there was nothing, just a black space. He backed away slowly and could see that the blackness was closing in, right in front of his eyes the house was disappearing. It wasn't disintegrating or crumbling, it was just being swallowed up.

                He went into the kitchen and saw that half of it was missing to, it was like something was devouring the house and all that was left was a black space. He watched in awe as the kitchen cupboards disappeared, everything from the floor to the ceiling was just vanishing. He panicked. Turning round quickly he headed for the front door, he ran down the path and the three men were waiting for him. None of them said a word they just stood there, watching, waiting.

Nice Quiet Day......lol

Got up and did pc stuff..............at about 11.00am our friends mum turned up and stayed for a chat.  She left about 12.30 and then I settled down to watch football.

First game Wolves v Swansea and this was a strange game.  Swansea tortured the hell out of wolves for most of the game and deservedly took a 2-0 lead and they looked to be cruising and creating chances at will.  Swansea were good attacking but always looked dodgy at defending and it was this that cost them and the game ended 2-2.

Second game was Newcastle v Wigan.  This was a very even game all the way through and there was some brilliant play on both sides and a lot of good attacking football.  Newcastle won the game with a second half curling effort from Cabaye from the edge of the area. 

Third game was Liverpool v Norwich.  The first half liverpool absolutely cut Norwich apart and though they went in with a 1-0 half time lead it could so easily have been 4-0.  They hit the crossbar early in the first half after a corner was headed goalward by Martin Skrtle.  They were the better team by far.  The second half was totally different and Norwich came into the game more and more.  Grant Holt scored the equaliser and almost scored a winner shortly after.  Liverpool pushed for a winner in the closing minutes and in the dying seconds Suarez forced a fine save from the Norwich keeper.

After the football I settled down and did some writing and then in the evening I listened to some more Mike Oldfield music (Crises, Islands and Discovery).  To me Islands is one of his best cd's. 

Watched another two episodes of Doc Martin and then went to bed. 

Mystery of Cornwall

O mysterious place that beckons me

As I walk on sand of purest gold

And marvel at the splendour of the crashing waves

Please rocks forgive them for their constant pounding

As the ocean beckons the tide to return

And the pure gold turns to darkest bronze

And once again the land is free

So tell me what draws me here?

Why do I return again and again?

What joys of nature can I see?

O beautiful land so ancient yet new

Against the sun you glow so bright

As orange rays cascade down on you

Forever know that my heart lies here

And no matter where in this world I go

My heart remains in your magnificent splendour

O Cornwall land of beauty

©sonofdel 2011

I wrote this after my first holiday way back in 1995.  I just think that Cornwall is so laid back and peaceful.  Anyone who has ever been there will know what i mean and if you havent, try and go.  Its where we want to live eventually.  It has some of the most beautiful scenery and quaint little harbour towns.

End of a Week

Wow what week that was.  I dont think I have ever done so much writing in such a short space of time.  Started three short stories, wrote ten new poems, reviewed work, wrote some coursework, some of my novel (thank god for speech software......lol).

Not a lot doing today, though I did start work on my first TMA which has got to be in by the 3rd November.  Going for poetry instead of prose.  Am not sure but I think that poetry is my best choice, although I am getting into writing short stories.

Thanks to all who are taking the time to read my work (blog, story, poetry etc).  There would be no point me doing it without you taking the time to read it so a big thanks to all of you. xxxxx

Did a fair few surveys today and also some of my Co-op forum work (writing again) and some of my Hive work (panel for technology and innovation).  Talked on the phone to a few people in the evening.

Watched another two episodes of series 5 of Doc Martin and then went to bed because I was shattered.........lol

Young But Old Enough

Just a child, innocent and young

But already so much more

A helper, a carer, a friend

While other children are playing

You are making a quality of life

For someone who cant manage

You are there for them without a question

And you do it with a smile

Grown up in everything but body

A sense of knowing how to care

A knowledge born of a giving heart

An understanding of a problem

Carrying, lifting, bringing, being there

It all matters and you do it so well

Never too young and never too old

Caring is a gift that you share with all

And just because sometimes you cant see it

Know that you are thanked without words

Appreciated without action

And loved without doubt

©sonofdel 2011

Wrote this a few years ago after hearing stories of children who are practically the only care some people have got.  I know its usually the other way around but in some circumstances being a carer isnt just down to being old enough, its about being responsible as well and a lot of children have to be old beyond their years sometimes.

Yeyyyyy......we got out.......lol

It started of good today and never let up.  First of all let me apologise for the short entry yesterday.  I was going to write quite a bit but when the time came for me to write my blog i had a very bad headache that i couldnt shift. 

Yesterday we actually managed to get out for a couple of hours.  No rain and the wind wasnt that bad (wasnt too cold either).  Nothing exciting just went town for a look around and to get some halloween decorations.  Picked up a dvd from HMV (Creepshow 3), and while in there saw that they still have the Clint Eastwood boxset for £49 (online £114.99 go figure) !!!!!

Came home and did some more writing.  In the evening (6.00pm) I went to watch football on ITV4 (first game was Wisla Krakow v Fulham).  A weird game that ended 1-0 to the Polish team.  A fulham player (Dembele) got sent of for an apparent punch into the face of (Nunez).  However after seeing the replay it is quite evident that the player (Nunez) did not get hit in the face but rather got pushed on the shoulder.  He went down clutching his face and writhing around in supposed agony.  No way a red card, might have been a yellow but hope Nunez gets found guilty of deliberately getting a man sent off and is either fined or banned.  Wisla went on to score and Fulham were not very good on the night.  1-0 maybe fair result.

Second game was Stoke City v Maccabi Tel Aviv.  Gulf in class was apparent from the start.  Stoke were 3-0 up in 30 mins thanks to headers from first Kenwyne Jones and then Cameron Jerome before Ryan Shotton made it three nil with a placed finish.  That is when the game got erm...........interesting.
Cameron Jerome was shown a second yellow card somewhat controversially for elbowing an opponent, though how much he knew of the incident is anyones guess as he didnt even know the defender was there.  After that Stoke basically just had to hold on and hope for more chances.  Maccabi were not good enough (even 11 men against 10) and never really looked like scoring.  in the second half it was ten against ten as maccabi lost a player for kicking his boot at the assistant referee.......I joke not.  (see if you can find it on youtube, its hilarious).  Ended 3-0 and without the sending off it could have been six or seven.

After that I came on here for half an hour or so, and then we settled down to watch the first two episodes of series 5 of Doc Martin (I still think its one of the best series shown on tv).  Martin Clunes cracks me up, not because he is funny in it, but because he is so arrogant and pompous.  Caroline Catz is also good as Louisa Glasson, the long suffering mother of his new child . Highly recommended.  I would give it ***** rating

Robbery

Well I lie here battered and bruised

So scared stiff and so confused

Can not speak, body is sore

What happened, tell me I implore

My ribs are broke, my body numb

Of my wife, what has become

We’ve been together forty years

Oh god, I remember stop the tears

The noise we heard as we lay in bed

The shouting, then pain in my head

I watched in vain as they beat her skull

And at her hair they began to pull

Money they wanted, but none we had got

So they beat her more, what could I do? What?

I am not the man I used to be

Age has taken its toll on me

All I could do was wait my turn

As the anger inside me made me burn

The nurses look sad and a policeman stands

And at last I finally understand

My wife is gone. I am all alone

From my swollen lips there escapes a moan

My world is finished nothing left for me

I want to die, I hope they see

©sonofdel 2011

Wrote this because I read all the time of old people being beaten, robbed, mugged even raped.  Its a sad world and I cant even begin to think how they must feel when these events happen.  I also can't and don't want to imagine how it makes the protagonists feel either.  Again sorry for sensitive nature of poem.

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After entering his bedroom he ran through a plan in his head of how he wanted the interview to go.  They would see him and not be bothered about his lack of qualifications and experience.  They would be so bowled over by his personality and ability to learn that they would wave aside all their prior expectations and give him the job.  He would leave happy and pass the other candidates who would look at him with a mix of envy and scorn.  He would return home an employed man, save some money (buy Joanne the Bieber cd and shut her up), get a house, a car, move out, meet a beautiful woman, marry and settle down.  Yeah right he thought, if only.

                He walked to the small window and looked out at the bright sunny day.  It had been sunny everyday so far this…….  He stopped and realised he couldn’t remember the last day it hadn’t been sunny.  He looked out across the street and at the other houses in the street.  No one was about.  Surely at this time of the day there should have been someone.  Anyone.  He looked closer and breathed a sigh of relief.  The street wasn’t empty, there was a man standing across from his house.  Dressed in a dark blue suit the man appeared to be watching his house and Alan involuntarily shuddered.  The way the man was just watching his house made him uneasy but then he remembered that the house next door was for sale and that the man was probably just an estate agent or a prospective buyer eyeing up the other residents to gauge what sort of neighbourhood it was.

‘Yep that must be it, what else could it be?’

                He made a mental note to mention it to his dad though.   I mean you couldn’t be too careful what with all the bad thing happening just a couple of miles down the road.  He moved aside from the window and sitting on the edge of his bed reached underneath and pulled out his shoes.  He had polished them the night before and didn’t trust leaving them downstairs in the hall in case they got scuffed by the dogs mental gymnastic routine with the post or by his sister dragging her school bag along the hallway (as she was prone to do).  After carefully tying his shoes and using his tongue and finger to get rid of any dust mites that might have accumulated overnight he decided to check his email.  He went over and switched on his computer.  Nothing happened.  He tried again and still nothing.  He looked across at his alarm clock and saw that the display was dark.  He went over, picked it up and shook it, nothing happened.   He looked at the plug  in the socket and wondered if the fuse had gone, but that made no sense because the computer was plugged in a different socket.  Both fuses going at once?  Possible he supposed.  Highly unlikely, but possible.  Something else to mention to his dad.

                He decided to use the bathroom before leaving, the last thing he wanted was needing to go when he was in the interview or worse going and then being called while he was there and missing his place in the interview queue (which he knew there would undoubtedly be).  He went into the bathroom and lifted the seat, it was empty.  No water. 

‘What the …..fuck?’

His confusion felt like it had frozen his bladder and he no longer had any urgency to go.  He went to the small sink and tried the taps.  Nothing.  He tried turning them all the way.  Still nothing.  He went over to the shower and standing back from the unit turned the water dial on. Not a single drop.

‘Ok, ok’ he tried calming himself but he knew it wasn’t working. 

                He went to the top of the stairs and took two steps down. 

‘Dad there’s no water in the bathroom and I think the power has gone from my room’

He waited for the response and the sigh that usually followed.  He didn’t hear anything.  He tried again, louder just in case he was in the kitchen or the garage.

‘Hey dad you there, problem with the water, better call someone I think.  Dad?  Mum?  Joanne?

                He came down the stairs two at a time no longer bothered about scuffing his shoes, in fact all thought of his interview disappeared as he went into the kitchen and found it empty.  He tried the living room and the garage, completely empty.  Even Tyson had disappeared.

Not a lot

Hardly did anything yesterday....

We went around to post a birthday card, did a little bit of shopping then came home (it was bloody freezing).  Most of the day was taken up with coursework as my first TMA is due by 3rd November.  Wrote a couple of new poems.

Evening I watched Marseille V Arsenal (not exactly a thill a minute game).  Ended 1-0 to Arsenal in the 93rd minute I think?  Marseille looked good in the first half, Arsenal looked good in the second.  A draw probably would have been a fair result but Ramsay snatched it at the death.

Finished the latest season of Doctor Who (watched episodes 11,12 and 13).  Not bad and a rather clever ending.  Christmas special should be good.

Didnt read anything as once again too tired.

Spare Me Some Change

I see you sitting on the sidewalk, tattered and torn

With a dog beside you that looks so forlorn

Where the years have been cruel, the marks they show

And it seems as I watch you, tears start to flow

And I stand and I wonder, what life have you had

Are you being punished for something so bad?

And you see me standing there and look at me so strange

Then a whispery voice mutters, “Spare me some change”

As I walk down the road, look back I must

But you’re no longer there, just a cloud of dust

And I can’t get it out of my head, I recognise your face

Who are you? Where are you? What is this place?

Well I go to my house, comfortable but not rich

A choice for my meals, to decide which

And all the hot water, the towels are arranged

Then a ghostly voice whispers “spare me some change”

Well the hot water is soothing as I lie here and think

And the wine that is chilled, I can now drink

All my worries they leave me and smile I do

Then I dress in my clothes, so crisp and so new

Then a loud bark awakes me and I wake with a pain

And the dog that’s beside me, licks me again

And the people they pass me and look at me strange

And I whisper as they pass “please spare me some change”

©sonofdel 2011

I wrote this because when I lived down in Bath I noticed the difference between being homeless and being without a home.  Homelessness is usually caued by the individual, doesnt want to pay rent, lazy, violent etc... Being without a home is usually not the fault of the person but rather a change in circumstance, a lost job, a mortgage they cant afford to pay etc.  Its hard sometimes to tell the difference unless you actually talk to them, instead of walking past them and pretending they dont exist.