Father and Son.

Did we see eye to eye?
Did we find that bond that never breaks?
Or has time just softened all those hopes and ideas?
Now I walk alone in daylight hours
Left with thoughts in night time's cloak
Were they growing pains of Father and Son
Or blood stained anarchy in the end?
Now the talk is all but settled
You lay resting in eternal peace
But those thoughts still form my shadow
So did I hear, or fake a deafness
And tried to prove my worth?
And did you ever know the truth
That you could never be replaced at all
For if you did it never showed
But I will live all your tomorrow's
Install that pride that was never felt
That is all that's left to give
Your freedom through a spirit soars
That softens blows brought with your absence
I can fly, you taught me well.

The Sunday Roast

Being in my forties, I remember The Virginian, 3-2-1, World Of Sport on a Saturday with wrestling from Big Daddy and Kendo Nagasaki, Giant Haystacks and Skippy washed down with a bit of Thunderbirds. I remember playing in woods and riding my bike for miles, building 'dens' from hay bales and using apples as missiles to throw at one another while you "took cover" behind a tree.
I remember getting £5 a week for helping the local farmer load bales on to a trailer, (the ride home on top of the bales was always brilliant!), I remember long hot summers where the only thoughts were the things you were going to do the next day...
We swung from trees with make-shift rope swings, we jumped in rivers, we made "tunnels" in straw ricks, we used huge knives to cut the top off a swede and throw it in the trailer as the trailer moved slowly along, the "dangers" we got ourselves in to were endless..
Or, were they?. Wasn't that just the process of growing up and learning that our next generation will never see?. The only technology I had was a small transistor radio with a rather dodgy PP3 battery that i hid under my pillow and listened to Radio Luxembourg on as it whistled and wavered around (usually more so in the middle of your favourite song)!, it was a secret pleasure that your parents didn't understand, they grew up on Frankie Valle and Jim Reeves how could they get John Lennon and Procul Harem?, in fact it was on that very same dodgy radio that i heard of the fatal shooting of John Lennon, even then i can remember shedding a tear...
The facts are that I didn't miss out on any opportunities, even though I had little or nothing in those days, some Tonka toys and a few Corgi and Dinky cars and that was me.. as it was for many in our row of council houses where i grew up. I sometimes sit and watch my 6 year old boy and 9 year old girl play with something new they have had for being excellent scholars, which indeed they are, though Lord knows who they get it from, they don't get it from their Dad! and i watch as they slowly get bored with the new arrival and hey presto they go back to reading a fun book or grabbing the Wii controller for another battle with Planet Zorg or such like.
 The truth and the sad part is, we encourage our kids to see material wealth, as young as my two are they see their social standing in the class room relative to their new gadgets. What a shame, how could we as a generation that grew up with nothing be so free and easy with what we give our kids?. The answer is simple, it's BECAUSE we had nothing that we want our kids to have everything we can afford. It's like we are reliving our childhoods with money to spend, but the reality is we are wrecking our own kids lives by ignoring the very thing we always came up against... parents saying no.
 The most worrying aspect in all this for me is the assumption that there are no losers, brought on by an extremely ill conceived wishy-washy liberal policy that "all children are winners", clearly they are not and indeed never can be. To induce such a theory in young minds is to set them up for the fall of a lifetime in the real world when they suddenly realise they are NOT good enough and have failed in some way, try explaining that to a rather indignant 19 year old.
So, despite my harsh upbringing and lessons in life that were learned on the hoof, somehow i survived to tell this tale, I have experience that the kids of today will never ever get the chance to see, how many 7 year old's do you know that were plonked on to a tractor seat, the tractor put into gear for them and the mower started up while being told to "drive around the field and cut the thistles but don't go too close to the river bank"..with no roll cage or safety cab and no emergency stop button ..?  the answer is simple, none of them.
That little episode began my lifelong fascination with machinery that exists today, how strange a mix, a writing mechanic, I still laugh at people who talk to me in the yard at work when in my overalls, expecting a Daily Sport conversation, the fact is I can talk Daily Sport and I can talk The Times, I can witter away in French and then in broad Shropshire, quote Latin phrases yet swear like a trooper. In case you hadn't guessed I am in constant battle with who i actually am, a Grammar school educated truck driver/farmer/businessman/Technician/salesman/writer/poet... or whatever else you wish me to be. If it was needed to be done i did it, I didn't look around for help i just got on with it and if there is one thing that worries me about our next generation it is that by the time they have waited for someone to come and do it for them...life will have passed them by, what a sad state of affairs that really is.


Dave James.

Right here right now.

The multi-layered tumbling fields
Cascade into the distant hills
Sweetest scent of summer's fayre
Carried like the wind's own breath
The warming Midday sun still rises
This morning's dew is on the run
The Willow's branches swirling twisting
Like layered gown that's caught the breeze
The sounds of Summer all encompassed
No man made Sonnet dare compete
My senses fed at Nature's table
No finer banquet e'er relinquished
I dine with King's that need no crowns.

Lost?.

Must I keep silent shed no tears
For all that life has brought?

Keep feelings hidden through the years
Ignore the life I sought?

Wretched is the tortured soul
That finds no place called home

A destiny awaits so cold
A lifetime spent alone.

That wild endurance nature's gift
Held tight while youth prevailed

But then released once more adrift
Like Ship without it's sails

The choice to wonder take a chance
Thus wrenched from where i stood

My time to live my time to dance
It seems now gone for good.

A lesson learned a song now sung
Repent a life forsaken

A foot that stayed on bottom rung
My chances never taken.

Carousel

I can never be that youth again
That carefree erstwhile being
Life sails upon a one way street
The sights just once we're seeing

And while we dance as Spring appears
Sure Winter takes our breath
No respect or recompense
And signs our card with death

Days gone by when body willed
Our spirits then to soar
Now lost in shattered innocence
As age takes all before.

The greying hair the aching limbs
No shelter from this storm,
It's stark and personal message
Written on our human form.

But walk again in fields of corn
Enjoy all you can be
Upon that carousel of life
It's thoughts will set you free.

Anything but the weather.

If only you could keep that "first coffee" feeling for the whole day.  I guess a lot of us would get very little done if that were actually feasible, as we would sit and stare into space for hours instead of those few minutes we snatch for ourselves before heading for work.
This week was as diverse as ever for me, though I try and stave off talking about the things I have done I have to admit even for me, this week was encapsulated by a whole list of diverse extremities.

As those of you who follow me on Twitter @DaveJames_ you will know I have been involved in a huge battle to stop our beloved Primary School here in Craven Arms being side lined to a "sponsored academy" for those of you not familiar with the term or the idea it is the amalgamation of teaching staff, resources and governors into one collective and even worse one identity. A little like Westminster with less fingers in the pot.
This idea from Michael Gove who is Minister for Education is laudable as it seeks to rid us of failing schools and poor teaching, which in itself I am all for. But, this is politics, (so there has to be a but), the "one size fits all" concept can never work, there are always local issues that mean a master plan such as this can only ever be considered a guideline not a stipulation, thus I have just unravelled one of the all time weaknesses of politics, not all their ideas work.
As we speak the number of Academy school's still failing is in double figures, the D of E is trying to bribe school's with up to £60k of much needed funds to become Academies and even Mr Gove's own MP's the length and breadth of the country are refusing to support the act. This, is still not enough to stop Mr Gove on his blinkered track, he has the "Poll Tax" mentality and is set on a course to change the structure of every school in the Country, but we all know what the "Poll Tax did for the Iron Lady, so a little caution would be a wise career move I think Mr Gove.
Anyway, the upshot of all this is we had a meeting with our MP the Rt Hon Mr Philip Dunne this week. We (The Governing body) sat around the table at the school with the staff and discussed our concerns and issues and he listened and offered some very wise words. Yes, I did say that. The man was genuinely concerned about our plight and listened intently, there was an element of political manoeuvring in his speech but all in all he made a very lasting impression of a local man in tune with local issues, but then again Mr Philip Dunne MP is also a businessman with a proven track record of success and therein lies the key to a successful politician, something No.10 is so so sadly lacking and it shows almost daily.
 The result for our school is a reprieve until the end of the summer term where our destiny is once again in our own hands, it is the best we really could have hoped for. I will keep you informed!.

This week will see the launch of a new venture in Craven Arms, I am working alongside a heavy vehicle recovery specialist in Mid-Wales and setting up our own pilot outlet rescuing heavy vehicles in the South of Shropshire, please don't ask why i have taken this on as i couldn't give you an answer that would actually make sense. Anyway, it's happening and we will move to a 24/7 state of alert. This is very much uncharted territory for me and i will be very dependent on my staff, who thankfully are excellent but I am just a little more than daunted by the prospect of such a venture. It is excellent news for the Town as it will surely lead to more employment opportunities and in some ways that should bring a cheer to my cold cheeks, but being a businessman as well i am also very aware of the responsibilities that follow.
 While all the above was cooking on full steam i also managed to sell 4 vehicles this week, something that I am quite proud of as I was already engaged in fighting for the local school, setting up the recovery business, managing our tyre company and overseeing and negotiating a new lease for the yard we occupy as well as some alterations and building work, not bad considering my female friends continually remind me that men don't multi-task, if you don't mind ladies, in my case I beg to differ!. (still ducks as he hears "incoming!").

Enjoy your Sunday and i shall try not to indulge myself with rantings of my own life and times next week, it's just been a week where the weather has dominated everything and i refuse point blank to talk about the weather.
 Heaven forbid.

Dave James.

The price of thoughtful solitude.

Does anyone ever have your back? You know, not just stick up for you in an argument but really have your back and be there when the chips aren't just down but spread all over the floor?. I am sure there are a few of you jumping up and down ever so excited desperately ready to tell me about your partner or your best friend or even spouse who has done exactly that, been there come what may.
But, as in all things in life not everyone is so lucky. Some have no-one to catch them if they falter or fall, indeed quite a few have managed so well on their own for so long they don't actually NEED such a willing friend. That is fine and I am sure they are very strong willed independent focused and totally dedicated to whatever career or pastime they do. But what if you are one of those without the confidence to tackle everything that comes at you?, what if you are outwardly strong and seemingly in control of everything in your life yet inside desperately trying to steer the course the ship sails?.

Well as the latter in this equation I think I can answer that question.
As a man it is customary not to express your doubts and fears in public, in fact in Shropshire my home County it is positively frowned upon, the risk of teasing and ridicule is all too credible if you are discovered having a sensitive side to your personality, so to openly admit it would surely mean social suicide!.
Well, that's where the theory stands, but for me the reality is somewhat different as many of the locals know i write and apart from the odd huddled whisper in the corner of the local bar I am pretty much accepted as "reasonably normal" and trust me in Shropshire that's almost an A star rating!.
Going back to the question posed at the start of this piece I have to admit I feel very isolated at times due to the very nature of the businesses I run, they have a high general public turnover so in reality I have to adorn a face for the public as much as any actor would ever do, yet my performances usually last well over 12 hours at a time seven days a week. During that time you are at the beck and call of all those who seek your attention be it good or bad and oh, while you are at it don't forget to smile...
That last remark was very much tongue in cheek, sometimes the general public can test the patience of a Saint..and sometimes they are wonderful people with a lovely attitude and interesting to chat with, the highs and lows are huge in the job but overall it can actually be quite pleasant.
So, has anyone got my back?. The acute answer is no, it could never happen because of my diverse and busy lifestyle, does it matter?.. in reality i guess not because regardless of the problem i am presented with i still jump the hurdle no matter how high and this is true of nearly all the small businessmen and women i know.
 So if next time you drive through our little County Town and you see a Tyre Company boss laughing and joking with the customers and seemingly on top of his game, tap him on the shoulder and say "sit there a minute Dave, I will make you a coffee and we can talk about your latest written work and shoot the breeze while someone else answers the phone and deals with the customers... now that would be the person who in my opinion would definitely have my back .....!!

Trouble at t'mill

I had a very interesting conversation with a divorced woman in the yard today. She was very polite and had brought her car in with a fault. While i was plugging the car in to the diagnostic computer she started to chat, she said life was tough going at the moment as she was recently divorced and had an offspring at college and she needed a lot of support which she was finding hard to cover. I naturally struck up a conversation with her as i believe being polite costs nothing at all.
"Does your ex help with the bills?"
"Oh he does quite a bit but its still bloody hard going"
came the reply.
"Oh right, so he is doing his bit?"
"Well actually yes, but the stupidest thing is i speak to a few women my age who have frozen their hubby out as soon as the kids are born, even KNOW they are doing it yet still do and now the kids have grown they realise they have no kids and no husband and it comes as a bit of a shock"
"You are not being serious?" i replied surprised
"Oh i bloody well am, we women are programmed to look after the kids and hubby just gets in the way"
"You will have the women's rights movement up in arms talking like that" i laughed with her,
"Well all I can tell you is that when the reality of the kids leaving home hits you then you need that soul mate to help you back to earth and for many of my friends HE isn't around"
"That's very sad for all concerned" I said rather pitifully
"Well i can assure you it's true, we are born as mothers and when kids are born it sets off all sorts of hormones, none of which are conducive to a healthy relationship."

This conversation stuck with me all day. I thought just how sad it was that here was the perfect example of not knowing what you have until it's gone i.e the relationship. I have heard of this kind of behaviour before but never witnessed it first hand or in fact from the thoughts of a woman who was obviously well educated and certainly no fool.
We guys do get a bum deal sometimes but we do bring a lot of it on ourselves by getting into a rut with life.
As guys we tend to look at work as the "be all and end all" and we deserve some time out at the weekend or after work because we put so much time in. Women see their task as a mother to be without time limits and therefore insist they are the harder worker of the two.
Well, truth is, they are both right, men do like some time out when they have been at work, but women on the other hand do get stressed by the kids as it's a very full on job which means both parties are deserving of some TLC.
So, to pick sides would be wrong, but to see each others point of view is ultimately the right answer. This seldom occurs however and it usually escalates into a full blown tit for tat war, where, as you rightly guess there are no winners but the divorce lawyers.
I have to admit I know quite a few career orientated women and they are brilliant to deal with and have a fantastic attitude, but I also realised when thinking about it today that the majority had not settled down to a family life.. now that IS a controversial subject and maybe just coincidence but I am certainly not going to debate that topic !!

A day at home a day of thoughts..

A rare day at home. How quaint. Although now i have seen just what the other half of the Country gets to do on a Sunday it's going to be rough justice next weekend.
Cleaning cars, walking to the pub, DIY, walking the dog you name it I have seen it all outside today, semi-detached Suburbia as it was once so eloquently put.
So what make me so different?. Why not for me the gentle stroll to the pub with a few mates and a few sherbets and then home for lunch?. What went wrong for me after the Doctor held me up in front of mother and said "it's a boy Mrs James"?.
I can't answer that, but fate intervened in my early years and meant I left home at 15, this was the start of a fierce independence that has never left me and continues to haunt me even today.  I became self-employed in my mid twenties and "Madame Own Boss" has had me in her spell ever since. Not for me holidays in the sun and lazy days spent appreciating the finer elements of life on this planet, nope, for me there has been 7 days a week work, continuous unrelenting work.
Now, I hear "think of the money" from a few of you shouting in the background, well let me assure you if it was for the money then i have wasted 25+ years of my life because successive governments, the tax man, the vat man and uncle Tom Cobbley and all have seen to it that for my effort there is little to show, admittedly it is building up again after a huge hit 3 years ago, that saw me in a David and Goliath battle (yet again with the gov) and but for the help of a guardian angel i was out for the count but got given the opportunity to take it all forwards, which is where I am now, but this has now taken a heavy toll, as you would expect.
So if you are considering being self employed then let me give you a little taster of just what it's like to get your name above the door in current day Britain.
 A good friend of mine just earned £720.00 for driving a lorry all week, he was away for two nights. The lorry is paid for without any finance outstanding. The lorry earned its happy boss £2700 + vat for its weeks toil. Immediately that is reduced to £1980 by my friend for his hard work driving the truck. If you then go to fuel at £1.20 + vat per litre you get a bill of £1200 + vat. That leaves our truck owner with £780.00. Then take out £100 a week for insuring the monster and wear and tear and road tax at £1200 a year.. and you start to see that our man has his name on the door but very little else to show for his efforts.
Now the astute of you will say there is a recurring theme here, e.g : tax. You are of course right, this is the sharp end of successive governments blind alley approach to the small business, I have taken trucking as an example here but it is the same in any small business, if it isn't road tax its business rates (or money for old rope in proper English) there is no incentive to go out on your own and be an entrepreneur, the Government will take all your profit and give it to anyone and everything except put it back into the infrastructure you need to carry out your business, roads, telecom, hospitals, schools etc.
The whole Government bandwagon has been rolling since William the Conqueror days so, successive in-breeding has led to an "expected entitlement" to become an MP.
 If your face doesn't fit in the corridors of Oxford it's Hasta la Vista baby for you, no matter how good your business skills or fitness to govern,  in fact the powers that be in Westminster WANT this to be so because power corrupts and nothing corrupts like absolute power, it's a game of cat and mouse with these upper class twits trying not to get caught by the press or their watchdogs with their hand in the till and even when they are caught they get pensioned off.
At some point the real people of this Country will have to say enough is enough, hopefully before another treasonable little note of contempt is left on the treasurers desk announcing "the money has all gone".
Labour had 12 years and screwed it up, Con-Lab have made more u-turns than a Polish Truck driver at Spaghetti Junction in a white out.. so where to next?.
Well, how about we head uphill and select the next PM elect from the level headed and less interbred Northern hemisphere, after all let's call a spade a spade, if they sat on their asses like i did today and did nothing we would still be better off with them than this load of business ignorant numbskulls.

The Sunday Roast.

As you write more and more you learn much about yourself and in particular other people. You learn about what they want to hear and what they want to read and the fact that you have a story to tell is not reason enough to put pen to paper, because your own musings are (without pulling any punches) usually personal to you and as such rather boring to those who don't know you.
If that seems harsh that's because it was meant to be, if you are feeling a situation personally then the last place to put your thoughts is in the public domain, you need a balanced yet inspirational approach to writing a good story that puts you and the reader in another place/time and not reaching for the Prozac within 10 minutes of the first chapter. That said every story ever written has some personal experiences written into it and would be all the poorer without it, but they are usually hidden so that only the author or closest of their friends can detect a wisp of actual reality.
 Writing poetry however is nearly always  full of such emotions, where falling into a state of self-pity and putting it into verse is fully expected and as such more accepted. The reason for the poet getting away with musings straight from the heart and soul and staying there throughout the entire piece is simple to understand, we 'expect' it in poetry and it is also just a short outpouring of grief and as such more palatable to it's reader than a whole book of woe !.  I have much to learn still, but my thoughts are, that the more you engage your reader and the less you ask for their sympathy the better the read.

So, England got beaten well and truly by Wales, who let's face it deserved the victory in Cardiff yesterday.
The usual calls for someones head on a plate will now be resonating around Twickenham as the weight of expectation is realised then devastation at such a heavy loss start to sink in. But, like all things in life making a decision that is very important in the heat of the moment would be complete folly. England have been unbeaten until yesterday in the 6 Nations and as such deserve better than the press they will no doubt be receiving in this morning's papers, (none of which i read). I find that to become better at what you do you need experience, that can't ever be bought, each one of those players will carry that defeat with them forever and will want to turn it all around as much as the rest of the Country if not more so. My view is cut them some slack, applaud a fine effort and support them through the next stage of their careers, succinctly put we need to move on.

My last subject for today's Sunday Roast is a little bit heavier and much more controversial and that is the subject of religion.
 As we are all aware a new Pope was elected this week amid all the pomp and ceremony that follows such an event. Countless billions sat glued to the tv while they eagerly anticipated the arrival of different coloured smoke from a chimney. I have to admit, being on the peripheral of all this fuss is a little amusing but also thought provoking given the all too easily forgotten sexual appetite of some of the disciples who have sworn their allegiance to this cult. Just imagine for a few moments that we were not talking about a religion with possibly billions of followers but a small sect with say 30,000 or so eager but just as brain washed brethren. Do you think for one moment they would still be allowed to practise their 'religion?'.  The answer is plainly no.
Could you imagine the outpouring of public grief and anger if this small group of followers were systematically raping young boys and leaving them scarred for life eternal ?. They would be hunted down and vilified for the monsters they are, celebrities would be shouting from the tree tops and starting campaigns by the dozen and politicians would be jumping on the band wagon vowing to close down such an evil and disgusting group of perverts. But no. This is the Catholic church and as such to me seems above such criticism, but facts are facts, abuse is abuse however you dress it up. So, what we are seeing here is majority rule, as long as the group of people is large enough they can get away with the most heinous of crimes because 'going after them' is political and personal suicide.
I for one will never subscribe to that and as long as the shroud of child abuse hangs over such a sect I will view it with the contempt it deserves, just because it is followed by so many people doesn't make it right in fact it makes it all the more galling.
Religion? ... no thank you I will take my chances and stand by my own moral judgements..

Dave James.