The Life And Times.

Friday, 20 April 2012

Thoughts of the City.

 Just wrote this while tucked up in bed with the rain hitting the windows..hope you like it.

The street lights seem to flicker in the rain
and the reflections from the dark wet road shimmer,
like stars that are lost to eternity.
The breeze takes the raindrops this way and that,
in a frenzied dance inspired by the neon filled horizon.
The hustle and bustle of the day has given way to night.
Where once stood hundreds now only a lone cat casts a shadow
seemingly oblivious to the flashing science of lights
lit up to pedal the wares of business people long gone for the night.
A sign swings in the breeze to and fro with an eerie squeal,
Discarded paper forms spirals in the air in defiance of gravity
casting shadows on wet brickwork and shop windows
The reality of our own mortality swamps my thoughts.
At once the silence is deafening and frightening at the same time. 
It's 4 a.m in the City. 

Saturday, 14 April 2012

War dogs.

When all the bombs are silenced
When all the dust has died
When all the planes of violence
Are stored all safe inside

When all the crumbled buildings
Just teeter on the brink
When water lies in every street
Yet none is fit to drink

When politicians preaching
Of peace and healing sores
Just fail to see they're teaching
The young to fight in wars

When rhetoric and violence
Are met with with much the same
The guns will not be silenced
The killing still remains.

When families are slaughtered
And Generals hold the sway
Sure tell our sons and daughters
That no-one wins today

Sunday, 8 April 2012

Easter Thought.

 Something for Easter Sunday morning.


At easter time its understood
That evil couldn't triumph good

For all the sins man had begun
were taken on by only one

For he was special that's agreed
He saved us in our hour of need,

No selfish thought to save his skin
A saviour true was ushered in

Though man behaved with such contempt
The saviours feelings weren't exempt

He knew that man was worth the fight
To change the dark back to the light

And yes still now the lessons learned
That even with your bridge's burnt

It needs just one with faith in you
To make things work and see it through

So even if your faith is shallow
You can walk the straight and narrow

There is always someone there
Just ask him with a simple prayer.

Friday, 6 April 2012

'The Daily Blah...'

With sound not heard
Yet so absurd
As to enlighten
Or just frighten
Fashioned in the word obtrusive
Rarely caught and so elusive
Eloquent it's very manner
Never finest use of grammar
Soundbite each and every nation
Uttered without hesitation
Selfish in it's very form
Like a baby newly born
Sucking life
Causing strife
Telling lies
Causing sighs
Lawsuit filed
And so reviled
All in Daily Blah's agenda.
...Paper-boy 'return to sender'.






Monday, 2 April 2012

A Child's eyes.

To see through child's eyes again
Oh lord now such a dream,
Of scented air with not a care
And tales of all we've seen.

The warmth of days in summers haze
The softest breezes blew
A reverence of innocence
Those days were all too few.

When day was ending we grew tired
Then tucked into our beds
Spawned dreams of scenes, a field of fire
Inside our youthful heads.

But why these thoughts as I now age?
Should haunt me thus with pain?
As life and strife is my next page
I wish for youth again.





..Homecoming.


The sea breeze stings this weary face
As home comes into view

My journeys end is drawing near
Cant help but think of you

Though I am tired and hurting
You stand out like a star

That guides me ever onwards
From foreign lands afar

I kept you here beside me
Through all the the hurt and pain

Just dreaming of the the day i'm home
To share our love again

I step upon this hallowed land
The place that I call home

You should be there to take my hand
We've both been so alone

But as I reach the harbour
My head bows to the ground

Its all a dream and I recall
The new love you have found

And though my heart is broken
And life for me stands still

I carry all those dreams with me
I guess I always will.

Tuesday, 27 March 2012

Behind a smile.

Is that smile that you wear, for me or for you?
If i'm thinking it then surely you maybe to?
Is it to say hello and you mean it?
Or because you feel bad if we haven't all seen it?
When light disappears and you lay in your bed
Does your smile haunt you so it plays games with your head?
For behind every smile is a world full of thought
As we put up that front and try not to get caught
So give me a face that says it's really me
For only I know how you're meant to be,
See, behind every smile is a thought otherwise
Never in sight yet the perfect disguise...

Thursday, 22 March 2012

The Mistress Sea.

She ebbs and flows and plays a tune
To moon and stars that shine
She gives us life and ample food
And cant be judged by time
 
She see's the passage safe of ships
Or breaks their hearts in two
She bears no malice sailor brave
But has her job to do.
 
The mighty sea that cant be tamed
Though men have often tried
Left many frightened ill and maimed
And many more have died
 
But yet she holds her secrets well
her mystique temptress borne
From calmest day to heavy swell
When hope is felt forlorn
 
And though her destiny be wrote
By weather, stars and moon
Her care not of one single boat
Can spell a sailors doom.
 
Here's prayers for luck on ocean's blue
Safe passage one and all
Fair wind and sun i wish for you

Amidst the roughest squall.

Tuesday, 20 March 2012

A lesson in business we all should heed?.

Running any business in today's climate is always going to be tough. We all have a tendency to put more and more hours in when things get leaner, but I have a theory that it's not the quantity but the quality of time and how it's used that is essential.

Indulge me for a moment while I transport you back in time to an era when i was running my own trucks and indeed driving one of them. Yes, I drove trucks and they were the largest available to the UK roads today without special requirements and were weighed in at 44 tonnes each.  I was contracted on general haulage, a hard task in itself as I was supposed to work all week and fuel my truck at £1350 a week and pay my two other guys their weeks wage and fuel THEIR trucks for at least 3 months BEFORE I got paid.... recipe for poor business? too damn right it was but if its all you think you are good at then you have nowhere else to go and you just keep fighting it. Anyway I digress.
 One day I was sent to an RDC (retail distribution centre) run purely for the biggest supermarket in the country (every little helps) and on entering the site (at an allotted time or you are denied entry) I was told to wait. So I waited. Oh.... and I waited. In fact I waited almost 3 hours before a guy in a fluorescent jacket waved me over to an unloading bay, which coincidentally had been empty for almost the same time and was told to reverse my truck on to that bay, which I duly did. I gathered my tickets and locked my truck and went to the main office, on entering (you guessed it) I had to wait, another 15 mins past and a guy says "I want your keys please" as he poked his head through a frosted window type hatch, there upon he took my keys and paperwork and shut the hatch.
And there I was... nothing to eat or drink (all in my truck) nothing to read, just a waiting room. I sat there for 1 and a half hours until i was called to the frosted glass window in a "Wizard of Oz" type grumpf manner and given my signed tickets back and oh yes... my truck keys.
This whole episode had taken 5.5 hours out of my day. I had met a guy at security,a guy to show me to which bay and a guy to take my tickets, who sat in an office with 12 other staff.
 Now anyone in haulage will tell you we have a device called a tachograph, it records the amount of time you are on duty and how much time you are driving. We are allowed 15 hours on duty, (not driving) and even that is restricted further with the advent of the WTD (working time directive) so all in all (every little helps) had ensured i had lost almost half my day through waiting around to get unloaded, costing me a vital load and income for my family.

So the following day i was sent to an Eastern Counties dockyard to collect water for a well known German competitor (every little helps 'cos it's packaged cheaper) and i duly arrived somewhere around Swindon way to their distribution centre.
 On driving into the unloading area i noticed one security guard in an office, he looked at my tickets and waved me through. I watched as other trucks that had been in my queue just reversed onto the bay, so i asked when would it be ok for me to do so?, the driver next to me said "if you see an empty bay just reverse up to it and get your load off!". Not needing to be asked twice after the previous days hold-ups i backed the truck on a bay and walked in to the warehouse.
On walking through the door i saw drivers using pallet trucks to unload their goods and only one guy at a huge desk. I approached him, he collected the tickets shouted "Bay 22" and i duly returned to my truck and unloaded 26 pallets as fast as my little legs could carry me. On completion of the unload i went back to the guy, he sent a runner to count my pallets, signed my ticket and i was outta there. Time taken? 45 minutes.

If you want to know why (every little helps 'cos its packaged cheaper) are growing so fast then there is a lesson to be learnt by the bigger guys here. It isn't that their food or goods are cheaper, far from it the vast majority is excellent standard, it's because they get the damn stuff to our plates cheaper!. In fact what drove me to actually write this was listening to two local ladies having a conversation while waiting for us to fit tyres to their cars, when asked about shopping at (every little helps 'cos it's packaged cheaper) the one woman said "The big supermarkets are doing budget brands but they are exactly that, they are budget and taste horrible mostly, whereas in (every little helps 'cos it's packaged cheaper) you may pick it up off a pallet, but the quality is still very acceptable for what you are paying". I have to say it was her view and her view alone but it should give any wise CEO some food for thought..(excuse the pun).

The moral of this story is never let your standards to your customers drop because you want to make goods cheaper. Better to look at cutting costs at the distribution end by streamlining the process and the number of staff needed to carry out that process than let quality slip on the aisles.

As for my exploits behind the wheel?. Well i tried to hold on as long as i could and in the end the price of fuel and falling rates left me almost penniless. It will take my business another 3 years to get the spectre of haulage off my back as i chose to fight back rather than go bankrupt, something you will rarely ever hear anyone in business say or admit to, quite simply because its not the done thing, but i consider it the right thing to do to stand my ground. I have known tough times indeed over these past 2 to 3 years and that will continue for at least another 18 months yet, i see huge firms struggling to get to grips with a changing economy that demands the right product at the right price, a statement the slow to change big guys out there would do well to heed, changes made at ground level can have a huge impact on what happens on the shop floor.

If only government could mirror the (every little helps 'cos it's packaged cheaper) way of delivering services to the country.









Monday, 19 March 2012

Morning!

The sun is shining brightly through the kitchen windows this morning in defiance to the frost that descended overnight, it's the sort of morning that only this country can produce, bitter sweet and fresh all in one, a day when being alive is reward in itself, nothing else matters.
 Perhaps this Monday morning we could all go to work or play or wherever we are headed and remember that fact, just celebrate being here and able to enjoy what we are given all for free.


Have a great day all!.