My creativity bug

As a child attending shcool I wrote essays, poetry and other forms of writing rather dutifully, there was no particular love or hate for writing.  The feedback I got from teachers wasn’t exactly encouraging, in comparison I hated maths and loved the bit of chemistry and biology I did and learnt some German which I revelled in for other reasons.  History I found stimulating and absorbing, but the general chore of writing to task was dull.  The end result was that although my spelling was excellent at the time I came out with a D for my GCSE English, which didn’t inspire me to think that I had any talent for writing or any particular spark of creativity.

However strangely as an adult things changed.  I worked as a proof reader for a while and the company I worked for decided to produce a newsletter I felt to write something I wasn’t sure why but went down very well, and it encouraged me to write more.

When my mother was terminally ill I felt inspired to write a story for her which she loved and others who saw I since enjoyed it.  To some degree this blog came  out of all that.

Now one of the creative tasks I found difficult was poetry and song writing, but lately something rather odd has been happening.  I’ve been writing little bits of poetry and possible song writing material, how did that come about.  It all started when I visited a man known for his poetry and I really enjoyed listening to his creativity, really appreciated the depth coming out of him, not long afterwards one of my friends embarked on a creative spurt of song writing, after conversing with her and a couple of other friends words started coming to me inspired by the conversations.

I’ve been wondering why now, some of the stuff coming out is quite emotive and personal which I’ve been surprised by.  I’m  generally not been a big fan of poetry, but what I’m doing now I’m really enjoying it’s stimulating and fun.

I feel as I’m writing I seem to be drawing stuff out of me or attempting to get to the bottom of something, either way the conclusion I’ve come to is that this is exactly it’s purpose to either draw something out or find something deep.  whichever way I’m happy to go with the flow and I feel whilst that inspiration is there to grab it with both hands and run with it.  So I’ll end with a little bit of inspiration.

Now I’m alert to this creativity spurt, I’ve got so much pleasure by this written treasure, I’ll continue to dig deep, for the words which will speak through this season of time, for I don’t want to bypass this gold mine.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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A day to remember

A few months ago I was invited to a wedding reception by a couple of friends from my school days who were getting married, it was totally unexpected but rather nice.  I wasn’t sure if I was going to go or not, due to a number of reasons but particularly down to concerns regarding my recent health issues.  Nearing the time of the wedding reception although I was feeling better, I wasn’t sure about going as I was concerned about travelling alone.  Amazingly one of my friends was coming to my area on some business and said they would come with me all the way there and some of the way back on Sunday, so I accepted.  He got a good deal on a hotel too.

The day before we travelled to Blackpool I met my friend with mutual friends and their daughter in a local café where we put all our plans together, the couple offered to give me a lift to the station which was great too.  That evening I booked my assistance they said they couldn’t guarantee the help as it wasn’t 24 hours in advance which rattled me a bit as it’s not always possible to book ahead, plus I had done some last minute Christmas shopping which delayed my call.  The people I ring up at Journey care are fantastic though.

Our lift got us to the train on time and the assistance turned up, so that was a relief.  Although our train was on time it didn’t arrive on time at our change over stop which meant we missed the train we were to catch but fortunately there were more trains to Blackpool from that stop than I originally thought, so we hopped on the train and arrived in time to do a quick call in at our hotel to drop our things off and head straight to the wedding reception.

My friends daughter spotted me if I remember rightly and found a table with my friend Mrs Bubbles and her husband Benedict Bubbles, we were all rather hungry, I hadn’t eaten till early that morning, fortunately I had a few flapjacks with me which I had baked a couple of days earlier! I managed to go and see the bride who looked lovely in purple and white.

I looked around and spotted a woman from my school year and her husband who I spoke to for a while, when I was at school we had little to do with each other really, however,  we then had a great conversation, which is probably the first proper conversation I ever remember us having. Eventually they came over to join us.

Mrs Bubble, Una Stubbs  (the one I had a great convo with) and I ended up having a picture taken when Mrs Bubble suggested we all said pooh and wee. Mr Benn the groom came over to chat as well later.  Mr DJ came over to get messages to record for Mr and Mrs Benn which I thought was a lovely idea.

At around 5 we ate buffet food we all managed quite well considering there were many people who were visually impaired and some of them had guide dogs, as far as I know there were no crashes and bangs oh  sorrys said which can happen in those sort of situations.  I stayed with a friend sometime ago, who had other friends staying too, we all kept saying sorry to each other because of bumps and crashes, they named it the sorry house. Anyway there was a meat feast and some pizzas and quiche and desert to fill our bellys, I personally found the sweets a bit too rich for me but the rest of the food was great.

There was much laughter, people buying one another drinks (I don’t think I got opportunity to buy drinks) and  discussions varying from books to school and music.  The in house entertainment was a woman who could play various instruments  and sing which was quite good, I wasn’t sure whether it was all completely live or not but I certainly saw the instruments but it was very loud.  I think it was around 8 we had a meal I had lasagne, which was tasty.

The disco got going just towards the end, there was what I call a group karaoke going on, first with Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen, earlier on we had Oliver’s army by Elvis Costello. I joined in with the singing but not the dancing till the last track came on.  Apart from being grabbed by one person to dance with me, which I found rather uncomfortable, it was enjoyable both the singing and the dancing.  After saying goodbye to those I could Father Ted and I returned to our hotel.

I surprisingly slept quite well but it took a while to get comfortable as the duvet didn’t quite reach my shoulders.  The bizarre thing about my hotel room was that there was no window. There was also a lot of banging, however I have the beauty of lying on my hearing ear to block out the noise.

The following morning Father Ted and I had a delicious breakfast which was well worth the money, ahhs and oos could be heard when we had entered the restaurant because of Father Ted’s dog who is a gorgeous black Labrador who is a force to be reckoned with. After breakfast  we  headed straight off to the station to catch the train home.  At the station we met up with several of the guests at the previous nights do, and travelled home with one of them, who I will call Dougal, I don’t know why that name, a nice man who had few words but gentle ones.  Father Ted and I went our separate ways and I caught the last leg of the journey home, I was pleased to find I didn’t have to wait long for the bus either.

I want to thank Mr and Mrs Benn for inviting me and everyone who I spent time with over that period of time, it was fun and a privilege to be with such lovely people and certainly a day to remember.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Why do I miss Childrens tv programmes from my childhood?

morphA couple of weeks ago a friend of mine posted a picture of morph on their  fb timeline (image of morph on the left) from my childhood kids TV.   It always makes me nostalgic when I see various characters from that period of my life, such programmes as Rainbow, Take Hart (where morph originated from)  and Willo the Wisp.  There were other great children’s programmes, but those I’ve mentioned are the ones that stand out to me.  Why do I feel such nostalgia for these programmes?  Is it that I want to be a child again, is it just the memories associated with those programmes or is it something else?

Having thought about it I realized why I hankered after such programmes well  for me it has more to do with the characters in those programmes. Rainbow the first one I mentioned had very distinct characters, there was George the hippo who was shy and gentle and often tormented by  Zippy the blue eyed puppet who was always getting up to mischief and getting into trouble for it and for being naughty Bungle the teddy bear would tell him off and zip him up so he couldn’t speak and cause more trouble.   I loved that programme.  Then there was morph who was a red plastercine figure who would live in a box who was always on an adventure and was always getting into scrapes,  that’s what I can remember anyway, then there was Willo the Wisp who lived in a little valley, with the distinct voice of Kenneth Williams, and a character called Mavis who would tell Willo off.

But it’s a specific type of character I loved the most as a child, for instance watching Rainbow I loved George because he got picked on by Zippy and he got his comeuppance but as an adult I love zippy because he was just plain naughty and cheeky, and like morph who also got up to to mischief and Willo , it’s those characters who stand out to me.

The truth is  it’s really because I don’t see enough of that type of personality in real life.  I mean where are the cheeky, mischievous, naughty individuals now.  Don’t get me wrong I have met a few of those type of people, but they stand out to me because they are rare.  I’m missing those type of people in my life who provided fun, entertainment and huge amusement to me.   Yes I have friends who I laugh with but hardly any who know how to be mischievous.  How to sail close to the edge of boundaries you know it they know it but they do it anyway because they know they can get away with it because of the way they do it and they know how to do it,  like the friend I knew who told me a joke she said oh I promise it won’t be rude, told me the joke and she managed to tell the joke with the F word in without spelling it out, oh she knew exactly what she was doing, and  what nerve she had, and I was able to laugh, because really she was clever, she knew just how far to go without offending me, but knew she was pushing it, my response would be Oh Gertrude, not her real name .  To pull that sort of thing off you really have to be clever, intuitive  and a way with words  and the ability to be creative, it truly is an art.

The trouble with some of these mischief makers  as in the adult variety, is that some have a different side to them a rather unpleasant side, often quick tempered  or volatile and some are pretty ruthless, the ones I’ve met anyway.  That doesn’t mean I stop interacting with them I’m just aware of that rather nasty side that sneaks out every now and again, but like I’ve said there are few of them about, well certainly is in my world anyway.    So what shall I do with the lack of mischief in my life, create my own? Well I suppose I do sometimes, I do have a cheeky streak myself, but it tends to manifest more around like minded, down to earth people.  No again their aren’t enough of those folk about.  So whilst I wait for more of those folk to enter my life or me to enter theirs.  For now I’ll just to have to make do with some old youtube videos of Zippy, Morph and Co.  Until the next time 🙂