Monday, 30 January 2012

I was texted some bad news this morning
An ex of yesteryear has passed away!
It may have been a long time ago when we first met at Stratford Theatre Royal (myself and a friend had gone to see a play at the theatre and Colin was in it)
We got chatting during the interval and it went from there. Six months relationship developed and he always had time for every fan that stopped to talk to him, be it in the pub or restuarant
He had a kind soul and always spoke about his son (he was a young boy at the time)
He was the first one to introduce me to the Bermondsey area)
Colin Tarrant, what can I say..........
It was nice to have met and known you
RIP x
We arrive at Stratford station at eight forty eight and proceeded to the next and final destination, London Liverpool Street station, stopping for a split second to let another train pass by
We arrive, according to the driver, 'on time' at London Liverpool Street station......
All change!
08:42......... Finally made it to Maryland station and now waiting for the eight forty five
08:45......... The National Express to London Liverpool street station arrives on time, stops, opens its mouth fresh with Monday morning freshness about it
I am sat beside a middle aged woman reading from her Kindle e-reader (just like mine)
Opposite us are cummiters of the opposite sex. One has his arms folded and in Noddy land, the other is wrapped up in hat, gloves and scarfe

Friday, 27 January 2012

Today, Saturday twenty eigth of Janurary twenttwelve is Holocaust Memorial  Day
The holocaust happened in Germany during a time of economic depression and because certain behaviours were tolerated, even encouraged
It didn't just affect people of the Jewish faith
The Nazi Regime encouraged discrimination against many of the groups we now consider as 'Protected' under the law, for example; people with disabilities or differing races
We all have a duty to create a safe place to work and live 
On my way to London Liverpool Street station I noticed a 'Vintage' shop and popped in for a rammage
Don't get me wrong, I do love rammaging through old designer classic fashion wear..... But I wouldn't call all of them 'vintage' more 'secondhand'
On second thought....... Maybe not!
I'm wondering........ If I told a little lie by serving as my own.......