30
September
And so
another months slides away behind us. I wonder how much my readers (and I am
thankful to each and every one of you) have manged to achieve during this
month, and what their aspirations are for next month. One on Facebook this
morning was a pledge to write one page every day. On the face of it I like that
one, but as it reads it does seem rather vague to me. I mean, what size page is
it aimed at? I’m using an A4 pad to write Arathusia with an average word count
of 220, making it 6800 words. But what about the A5 writers? I also have
notebooks here that are even smaller. Perhaps the pledge would mean more if it
included page size, I don’t know – what say you my readers?
Sometime
ago I started a story that include a number of murders of gay men. This is
another one that needs to be looked at again. However, I was reading a novel
the other day that I really enjoyed where men were being raped; I won’t say
more in case any of you might want to read it yourselves. The novel is latest
Scott Cullen yarn from Ed James. And it gave me an idea as to where I can go
with my story when I get back to it. I have so many stories/novels on the go right
now, I’m not sure when, or even if they will all be completed. I have a poster
here somewhere that used to live on my wall until we moved here. It shows and
man with frazzled hair sitting down with a worried expression on his face;
along him are the words, ‘God put me on this world to do certain things; I’m so
far behind right now I shall never die.’
BBC
Midlands today story is of a ‘corner shop’ being allowed an alcohol licence.
Nothing in that itself of course, but this shop is close to the Bourneville
estate in Brum. The Quaker family who built the estate refused to allow and
booze to be sold within its 1000 acres, a ban that is still in play even now.
The rights or wrong of someone’s religious views are not at issue for this blog
today through. What the story has done is to remind me of another corner shop
and what happened to it after new owners took it on.
You see,
my family and I were fairly regular customers of the shop from when we first
moved into our house in Bracebridge Street. So one day as I drove past I
stopped to get a few cans of cider for later that evening. That was found out
it had been taken over by new owners. Looking around I noticed that there was
very little of anything in there, and what there was, was aimed squarely at the
Asian population. The man who approached me and if he could help was dressed in
the normal day to day dress of a Muslim. I asked if they had stopped selling
drink and he said yes. I left at that point.
We still
use the pharmacy on the corner of Bracebridge Street and I had to call in there
one day with a new ‘script. Because the street is now a one street I had to drive
along it to come home, and guess what? That very busy, very happy little shop
was now closed and boarded up. In this case it was down to the religious views
of the new owners which banned to sale and consumption of all alcohol. Their
faith had cost them more than they had expected.
The
nearest offie to that one, Asian run again, is about 500 yards off, and I
suspect that their taking have gone up a good bit. There’s another one about 500
yards on further that this one, and this one is Muslim run and yet it sells
booze. Perhaps there’s a lesson here for some folks.
Today’s
photo then …
A street lamp in the Royal Mews.
And today’s
funny …
Ivan Ivanovich, the great Russian scientist decides to
do an experiment to know how fast a thermometer falls down. He takes a
thermometer and a light, a candle light, to the 3rd floor of a building and
recognizes that they are reaching the ground at the same time. Ivan Ivanovich,
the great Russian scientist writes in his book: "A thermometer falls with
the speed of light."
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