Where have all the old good guys gone?

What have all the new good guys done?

Were the good guys really that good?

Are the good guys in a foul mood?

Their “White Cowboy Hats” going grey?

Who’ll live to fight another day?

If ignorance is trully bliss?

Can I give the order to “Dismiss?”

One more war, ending childrens lives?

Tanks, soldiers, rifles, guns, and knives?

Looting, murder, rape and pillage?

This was once, a peaceful village?

Mothers with babies, lost and scared?

Crying out loud “We thought YOU cared?”

A Peace Treaty that has been signed?

But will it bring THEM peace of mind?

Another day, the fog of war?

Another choice, just like before?

Another way, killing no more?

Another voice, settling a score?

Differing ways, different times?

Peace-Keepers with mountains to climb?

Miss the start, now don’t miss the end

Has the Human Race got a friend??

I was stupid, yes I know
To drive your Ford Mondeo
I was going far too fast
I had done this in the past
I’d only had a few beers
It gets rid of all my fears
I never saw the baby
Was I speeding? Yes maybe
I was texting on my phone
I’d been drinking on my own
The car would not stop in time
A dead baby is my crime
I’d downed a couple of beers
I’m sorry for all the tears
I did not mean to hit her
I’ve had my chips and Bitter

I don’t drive now, I’m a fool
Taking chances is not cool
Now I’m sitting in my cell
In my head, I burn in Hell

I received the following story in my emails, and thought that, since I'm not feeling very well ( I think it might be the dreaded " MAN-FLU")and can't be bothered posting anything from my brain, may be I'm just getting lazy, or maybe it's just ME. Right read and think Cheers..

After 21 years of marriage, my wife wanted me to take another woman out to dinner and a movie. She said, 'I love you, but I know this other woman loves you and would love to spend some time with you.'

The other woman that my wife wanted me to visit was my MOTHER, who has been a widow for 19 years. The demands of my work and my two children had made it possible to visit her only occasionally.

That night I called to invite her to go out for dinner and a movie.

'What's wrong, are you well?' she asked.

My mother is the type of woman who suspects that a late night call or a surprise invitation is a sign of bad news.

'I thought that it would be pleasant to spend some time with you,' I responded. 'Just the two of us.'

She thought about it for a moment, and then said, 'I would like that very much.'

That Friday after work, as I drove over to pick her up I was a bit nervous. When I arrived at her house, I noticed that she, too, seemed to be nervous about our date.

She waited in the door with her coat on. She had curled her hair and was wearing the dress that she had worn to celebrate her last wedding anniversary.

She smiled from a face that was as radiant as an angel's. 'I told my friends that I was going to go out with my son, and they were impressed,' she said, as she got into the car. 'They can't wait to hear about our meeting.'

We went to a restaurant that, although not elegant, was very nice and cozy. My mother took my arm as if she were the First Lady.

After we sat down, I had to read the menu. Her eyes could only read large print. Half way through the entries, I lifted my eyes and saw Mom sitting there staring at me. A nostalgic smile was on her lips. 'It was I who used to have to read the menu when you were small,' she said.

'Then it's time that you relax and let me return the favor,' I responded.

During the dinner, we had an agreeable conversation, nothing extraordinary but catching up on recent events of each other's life. We talked so much that we missed the movie.

As we arrived at her house later, she said, 'I'll go out with you again, but only if you let me invite you.' I agreed.

'How was your dinner date?' asked my wife when I got home.
'Very nice. Much more so than I could have imagined,' I answered.

A few days later, my mother died of a massive heart attack. It happened so suddenly that I
didn't have a chance to do anything for her.

Some time later, I received an envelope with a copy of a restaurant receipt from the same place mother and I had dined.

An attached note said: 'I paid this bill in advance. I wasn't sure that I could be there; but nevertheless, I paid for two plates - one for you and the other for your wife. You will never know what that night meant for me. I love you, son.'

At that moment, I understood the importance of saying in time: 'I LOVE YOU' and to give our loved ones the time that they deserve. Nothing in life is more important than your family. Give them the time they deserve, because these things cannot be put off till 'some other time'.

Somebody said it takes about six weeks to get back to normal after you've had a baby ... somebody doesn't know that once you're a mother, 'normal' is history.

Somebody said you learn how to be a mother by instinct ... somebody never took a three-year-old shopping.

Somebody said being a mother is boring ... somebody never rode in a car driven by a teenager with a driver's permit.

Somebody said if you're a 'good' mother, your child will 'turn out good' ... somebody thinks a child comes with directions and a guarantee.

Somebody said 'good' mothers never raise their voices ... somebody never came out the back door just in time to see her child hit a golf ball through the neighbour's kitchen window.

Somebody said you don't need an education to be a mother ... somebody never helped a fourth grader with his maths.

Somebody said you can't love the second child as much as you love the first ... somebody doesn't have two children.

Somebody said a mother can find all the answers to her child-rearing questions in the books ... somebody never had a child stuff beans up his nose or in his ears.

Somebody said the hardest part of being a mother is labour and delivery ... somebody never watched her 'baby' get on the bus for the first day of kindergarten or on a plane headed for military 'boot camp.'

Somebody said a mother can do her job with her eyes closed and one hand tied behind her back ... somebody never organized seven giggling Brownies to sell cookies.

Somebody said a mother can stop worrying after her child gets married ... somebody doesn't know that marriage adds a new son or daughter-in-law to a mother's heartstrings.

Somebody said a mother's job is done when her last child leaves home . somebody never had grandchildren.

Somebody said your mother knows you love her, so you don't need to tell her .. somebody isn't a mother.

Pass this along to all the 'mothers' in your life, and to everyone who ever had a mother. This isn't just about being a mother, it's about appreciating the people in your life while you have them....no matter who they are.

Just got the pix of the Spanish Holiday back from the picture making shop, in a far flung place ( everywhere is far flung from here) somewhere south of the border. The Pix. are not the same standard as The Carnival Pix. I never took too many of these pix. but I did take a few, point & shoot, I could've shot many peoples, but I won't go there. Right I'm just gonna download a few pix, then maybe tell you a bit about them afterwards, is that alright? Yeah, great stuff, here we go then...
Right the 1st one is my daughter at the entance to the Fun fair show rides thing.
The 2nd one is a Cowboy resting after a hard nights work.
The 3rd one is one of the roller-coaster rides, the queue was too long, so I gave it a miss.
The 4th one is Herself and Daughter at a fountain thingy ( you will no doubt notice the quality of the photography has changed, I took this one)
The 5th one is at the hotel, by the pool, I dunno if any of my mob are in the pic.
The 6th one is me and daughter having a rest, well deserved rest too.
Will I do more? Nah I'm getting bored with it, so I don't know how you feel now? You must be asleep, well WAKEY WAKEY!!!
Right that's it, for now, if anyone wants they can  click on the pix, and they'll open up in another window, where you can see the full size, apart from 2 of them. Right Cheers...

There are photographs on this weblog posting that you will NOT find ANYWHERE ELSE.
This is a BCUK EXCLUSIVE. Carnival Day on the Isle of Lewis ( that's the island, and not the ferry boat of the same name, it can get very confusing at times, well it can for me anyway) in the town of Stornoway.
At the head of the Carnival Day Parade ( as usual ) was the Pipe Bands ( I dunno which bands they are, maybe I should have checked the name on the big drum, but it was raining, so please excuse me)

I don't know who that woman is, but if it's YOU, duck next time, bloomin' pest that you are.
Right the next EXCLUSIVE photo is of the Bethesda Nursing Home & Hospice Bed-Push, which members of my clan were mad enough to participate in, NO NOT ME. Not Getoffthe either ( my lovely Border collie bitch, she doesn't like the sound of the bagpipes), and since Boy is off the island, then it must be the other members. Right here we go, here we go,

As you can see they are a bunch of posers.
Next is the firemen, I dunno if they're real firemen, or it's just a hobby they do at weekends, live and let live, I always say. Right here it is

Right so far so good yeah? Hey, I'm doing my best, and you won't find this quality of photography anywhere else on the blogosphere, I'll tell you that. Right next is a wide-ish shot ( that's a technical term for a photograph, like this was a shoot for me, which is another technical term which means that I wiz taking a few pictures. I sometimes wonder if I'm "Dumbing Down" my weblog postings too much) Oh so here it comes ( hopefully)

As you can see it was a wee bit on the wet side, but I, being the consummate professional that I am, got wet for my art ( is blogging considered an art form? Everything else is, so why not blogging? Oh and the consummate bit, has nothing to do with married couples, well it has, but not in this instance, hence Boy and Little Herself, my 2 children) Right I'm gonna crack on here, I'll just download some pix, and let you look at them, a bit like an Art Gallery. I don't know how to use the Image Gallery thingy. So one at a time, here they come, can you see what they are yet???
Happy 60th Birthday to the NHS, you can get your prescriptions free of charge now that your 60, in another 5 years you'll get yer bus-pass. I would like to point out, at this moment, that I am nowhere near 60, I am not even 50 yet.
Let's crack on...

Boy racers, I think? I was getting wet you know.... Next..

There was a French/German Market in Stornoway this week, and maybe this has some relevance to this float?? Next

I dunno what this one is aboot, but I'm sure that it is very clever, funny, and relevant, and will win a prize. Did I tell you it was raining. It was a lovely day, right up until 1.45pm, then whooooosssshh, doon came the wet stuff. NEXT ( oh BTW, that is not an advert for a clothing store)

The float was going too fast for me.... That means it was moving then?

I think that I was trying to switch the camera off, but, me being me, I must have pressed the wrong button, a very technically sophisticated camera this, you know, not like any of the other bloggers stuff.
I've got one more, but I need to resize it, so while I'm off doing that, you can stick the kettle on ( it doesn't suit you) I'll have coffee please and a Hob-Nob. Won't be long ( no I'm not going there)

This is the Trump-ettes. Do ya get it? Yeah, I think that they will win all the prizes, they'd get my vote, if I had one, and I think that I should have one ( a vote, that is) I think I'll stop now, but as I told you earlier in this post, you'll NEVER see pictures like this ANYWHERE ELSE, and did I lie to you?
So thank you for coming here and viewing this thing that I do in this place that I do it in. You may very well have learned something from visiting here, and free of charge. Cheers...

Today is the 1st day of August, and I dunno what else to tell you, oh wait. It'll be my birthday in exactly 1 months time. I'm trying to work out how old I will be, so give me a minute here, please. Right I'm older than I'd like to be, but not as old as some of you might think. I'm not quite senile, yet, but how do we know if we are senile? Like if you are senile, do you know you are? And is it that bad a thing to be? Maybe not knowing what is going on all about you, isn't such a bad thing, it may be for those that are around you, but if you're senile, then does it really matter?
If you are old, and you've lost a lot of your faculties/faculty's, it might not be a bad thing, it might very well, be a great thing. Go into any old folks home, right, and there's always one or two that are in a world of their own, ok? Well how many of the residents are smiling or laughing? Yeah, there will be one or two of them ( the residents of the old peoples pad) smiling or laughing, usually the one or two that have lost their main faculty. So there you have it, positive proof, if ever there is such a thing, that being a bit loopy in your old age is better than trying to hang on to your senses. Oh and you don't have to bother getting up to go to the loo, you can just sit there and piss yourself, because everyone knows that you're a few sandwiches short of a picnic.
Therefore being senile is not what they ( the elite in society, that try to tell us how to behave, and what to do, and that we should all follow their lead, like a herd of goats, but being senile you don't have to listen to them) want us to believe it to be ( a bad, sad unhappy thing ) so if you feel that you, might possibly, be heading in that direction, then just go, don't waste time trying to fight it, it'll only bring you pain and angst, when you can let go, and enjoy your senility.
Thank you for dropping by and reading this thing that I do in this place that I do it in. Have we learned anything today? Well yes we have, we learned that today is the 1st of August, we also learned that being senile is not as bad as the powers that be, try to make it out to be, in fact it might be the best days of our lives, roll on old age, I'm ready for you, I do lots of silly things, I'm very forgetful, and I'm also very forgetful. I've got this habit of telling people the same thing twice, and I'm very forgetful, I also tend to repeat myself, maybe that's because I'm very forgetful, did I tell you that already? Oh well cheers then..... ..