The weight of love

This morning I woke up at 4:40 a.m. and felt completely awake, my brain was in full awake mode and even though physically I was still needing additional rest it was not going to happen. So the day has began and I will have to run on 5 hours sleep only. It could of been worse and might of been 4 hours sleep.

Listening to the radio (which decided to actually work this morning) I ate a slice of toast with tomato on top and heard an interesting article.  It reminded me also of an event witnessed in Prague a couple of months ago. We had walked through the old town of Prague, over the Charles Bridge which is a beautiful medieval thing, and were heading up towards the Castle (Kafka wrote about) then passed a small bridge. The metal railings of the bridge were covered in padlocks. It was an odd thing to see. There were two gay men who had the body language of two people in love, they took a padlock and attached it to the railings, then threw the key into the waters below. It was a significant gesture for the two and I must admit to finding it quite touching. Sparkling said we should of done this, she was right we should of but how was I to know there would be a lovers bridge in Prague? None of us did. The radio presenter then spoke of such a bridge in Paris.  Again a remarkable thing when I think about it. It is almost like a phenomenon a local padlock seller has thought up in order to get a few tourist sales, the word has spread and now they are probably doing it all over the world. It's a craze, or fad, a bit like skateboarding which has never gone away. I should of persisted with my own wheeled board as well. This bridge in Paris had partly collapsed, the authorities had said the weight of padlocks and been too much.  As a consequence the local council has now banned padlocks from being attached to it. There was no mention of an alternative lovers fad which they could do, they quite rightly didn't want to spend all their well earned tourist profits on repairing bridges which tourists were getting a kick out of. Shame on you Paris for it seems this is not the most romantic capital of the world it's just a rumour and probably one started by a flower seller in the middle of winter.

My own love I keep in my heart and quietly express it to Sparkling Eyes. Which reminds me I need to research about how to handle angry people and calm them down, as trying to get out of a moving car while the love of your life gives you a dressing down could end up in personal injury.

It's my birthday

Well it's my birthday and you're not XX everyday.  I remember in them olden days when I was maybe 25 I was a fit healthy fit (said that twice) skinny running machine. Another quarter of a century later and I'm more of a pudding eater than any kind of healthy fit running athlete. Oh how things have changed. Fortunately Sparkling Eyes has a new regime for me to get this blubber in shape, it's called gardening. After about six hours of it I taken a sneaky sit down because she is out of the house. I'm hoping if she is out a little longer I'll get a chance to play with Harvey (ukulele) because I'm getting withdrawal symptoms. Of course there is also Princess J who by her constant state of movement demands constant attention and watching, I'm the surrogate keep-an-eye-on Princess person. When there is no one else about its Pops to the baby sitting. So on a shop I and Princess J went round the aisles and shelves one way, whilst Rock Chick and Sparkling went another, Princess J led the way whilst I followed and tidied up after her.   For dieting the idea is the more you move about the more calories are used up and little Princess is someone to keep you always on the move.

Even though I have told Sparkling since the last time I was up, I'd lost half a pound. She didn't believe this. The first words out of her mouth when I saw her yesterday was "Hello fatty" and this is the love of my life. I always keep my comments to myself when she has curlers in her hair, if I didn't then I'd be pushing up daisies and may I say a lot of daisies to.

Well it has been a great day, I saw Princess throw her food on the floor when she didn't like to eat it, well so much for salad and I can understand it. I witnessed Sparkling change my mind from going out for dinner to her cooking it, I saw L & B man turn into a very soppy smiley bloke just in the presences of Princess J, it has been a wonderful day for a fat lad who is XX years old.

An idea for a book

At some place, somewhere this week, I had an idea for a book. Or the storyline of a book should I say.  I'm not sure if it happened while walking past the supermarket, eating at the Chinese or reading a poster outside of a community hall. It goes like this. At a point in time an individual has to make a decision, this is an important decision which will have repercussion, possibly life or death. The suggestion here is a bit like the wings of a butterfly causing a hurricane in Texas notion. For ultimately I believe we get the things we deserve through the actions and decision we have made. This individual, could be male or female, of course it would be easier to write from a male perspective because I am a male than a female's, but at the same time changing gender type would also be an interesting challenge.  So the book would be about all the feelings, thoughts and experiences the main character has experienced which had an impact on making their decision. The scenario could be played out twice, once with the actions of a wrong decision being made and once with a right decision being made.  The consequences of both decisions could be multifaceted so even the right as it may appear to be at first could turn out to be the wrong choice, or the face value wrong choice turn out to be the right decision over a period of time.

It's a bit like politics, when I see politicians make decisions on the fly there is a glimpse of grave errors and unforeseen consequences of those decision. It's because politicians who make decisions which effect others, do not see the repercussions of the individuals they are thinking for.  They don't go out and ask such people what will happen if I take this benefit away from you?  An examples has been the present government in demolishing the Sure Start Initiate as soon as they came into power.   You don't have to be a clairvoyant to predict the future and be in touch with the non existent spirit would.  I always put my hands on the table and concentrate waiting to see if there is a knock, but it never happens. 

The book could be nice and warm by giving the reader a taste of what might be wrong but then going on to show how the main character did actually take the correct road. Alternatively it may end philosophically and not give a commitment to the final outcome. The idea was just an idea, the difficult bit is putting it into action. Working on it, like any book would require commitment and time over at least two to three years. Unless of course it were a short story, which wouldn't take so long to do, between days and weeks.

OK now to put my hands on the table, close my eyes and see if an answer will come, though it's unlikely to be a knock. Certainly not on wood.

Make tourism illegal

Now this may seem like an odd thing to say, but if you happen to frequent an area where there are tourists, which is nearly any area of London come to think of it, a certain level of anxiety and frustration will be present.  It may even be harsh to make holidays illegal, but tourism is one for the books to think about. If you are set in a routine of where to have lunch, coffee and the chill out with the locals to suddenly find the establishments so fond to heart taken over by tourists just makes my blood boil. They sit there just lazing about and taking their time as if there is all the time in the world while workers running about them have to fit in their lunch during a limited break.  They cue up and when reaching the counter they don't know what it is they want, so even after waiting in line for ages they make the rest of the cue wait even longer while the amoeba like brains scan the goods and they decide what to eat, drink or to ask further questions about.

If you are local to a put then a set of tables of chairs should be set aside just for the locals, with a little sign on top which says "feck off time wasting tourists." Of course worse or less worse expressions might be used than this. I certainly can think of a good few.  Alternatively because tourists are so stupid then maybe there should be a special tourist set of prices, prices which are fifty percent higher. It makes sense, if they want to be part of the locals and they are visiting just for the one day they should stick a hand deep in their pocket and pay for the privilege.  There may be businesses which live of tourists more than locals, but in an area I visit if the locals didn't use those businesses they would be bankrupt and empty buildings. It may be nice for business people to make a little extra cash on the side, yet at what real cost is it. This lunch time I walked away from my local coffee shop after seeing the crowds, and although I will visit again it will not be immediately.  Possibly in a couple of weeks time, because to me they have sold me out. I was here first not these wondering about mumbling-not-knowing-what-they-are-doing penguins.  I feel like Miss Doolittle and want to shout at them "move your blooming arse!" Instead I walk on head down depressed and caffeine less. Maybe it will do me good to miss out on an americano today.

Really I should just relax, perhaps go on holiday, even ask one of these tourists where they come from, then turn up there and stand in front of them in the cue, taking my own sweet time to chose what I'll have from the menu, I bet it must be a very relaxing experience.

No Pain Migraine

It is an odd feeling but sometimes migraine does not have any pain. Most of the time there will be but once in a while there will be a no pain migraine. When this happens at first it is even difficult to recognise you have it. This happened to me yesterday. While at work I could feel the usual tension build up and accompanied by tinnitus but no physical aura of pain arrived. Instead there was a dizzyness, which can be nauseating depending if you are sitting down or walking about. A gentle walk to the photocopier suddenly feels a bit like being on the rolling seas on a little tub boat. Of course all of this is going on in your head and it's not necessary to grab hold of the nearest hand hold to make sure I don't fall over the edge of the carpet.  It's at this time I say to myself "this is not real, the floor is not swaying, you can walk straight."  Fortunately it was near the end of the day and hopefully would mean the rest of my colleagues wouldn't have enough time to establish whether I was drunk and disorderly.

So I have been to bed and got up again, had breakfast and sat down for a quick BLOG writing to non existent readers.  As I sat down I can feel the dizziness again. I didn't eat breakfast, it could be momentary starvation which is brining it on but I know it's the dizzy migraine thing happening again. I'll just walk in a slow lea surely fashion and keep calm, calm always helps. The good thing is being too busy with your own problems usually means the problems of work take on little significance. Now if only this damn boat would keep still!