Dear Pogue, Back in the most wonderful of places, back in the day, when everything was just right, if my memory is honest, there was a band called the Vapors. I think they were a one hit wonder with a song called ‘Turning Japanese’. Why am I telling you this? Well, other than trying to … Continue reading Shibumi
Free spirit
Screw You
Dearest Pogue, How are you, you frontline warrior, battling the world with a stethoscope and personal protective equipment? You’re doing a great job. And here’s a little distraction. You remember the Beetles? Well you obviously don’t as they were long gone before you were even a twinkle in your mother’s eye but you know of … Continue reading Screw You
The Harley Diaries. Lockdown With Attitude 4.
Pogue, Nearly there! Not without stress I would add. Another piece had managed to avoid being contained in position at the right moment. You only discover these errant pieces when you come to build a new section, and this is, without fail, many stages down the line. Another moment when, as I struggled to get … Continue reading The Harley Diaries. Lockdown With Attitude 4.
A beautiful soul.
Dear Pogue, Recently someone commented that beauty was not something that resided in looks, but rather, in their opinion, it was a quality found in the spirit or soul of a person. Not something superficial but a deep rooted quality. That said, I want to put it out there that we are all, initially, temporarily … Continue reading A beautiful soul.
The Harley Diaries. Lockdown With Attitude 3.
Pogue, You need to know I’m sitting here browsing Amazon. I’ve entered the search term “daughter” and there are a number of options coming up, some on next day delivery! There’s a very nice young lady called Keira Knightly, little older than you but not much, and very affordable. And there’s Anna Kendrick. Both seem … Continue reading The Harley Diaries. Lockdown With Attitude 3.
Maybe things just “are”.
Dear Pogue, Tell me, who decides what is right and what is wrong? Indeed, where is the divide between so-called good and bad? If I was to draw a line and place a mark right in the middle, what would you place either side of the line? Well lies, lies are bad. I had a … Continue reading Maybe things just “are”.
The Harley Dairies. Lockdown with attitude 2.
Pogue, OK, so I’ve spent more than three hours assembling pieces that have no right to exist in a, or all, universes. More, what sort of troubled people do Lego employ? Who spends their working day deconstructing a perfectly good motorcycle, a Harley Davidson Fatboy no less, to enable them to turn it into a … Continue reading The Harley Dairies. Lockdown with attitude 2.
The Harley Diaries. Lockdown with attitude.
Well Pogue, I needed to drop you a note. You will remember your Christmas gift to me. A Harley Davidson Fatboy. You so understand me! It was wonderful. It was horrible. It was Lego! Now as you know I don’t do jigsaws. I don’t understand why I’d want to put together a picture that I … Continue reading The Harley Diaries. Lockdown with attitude.
Why waste life?
Dear Pogue, How are you doing? I appreciate how stressful this time is for you but you and all other doctors are really appreciated by the country. You realise you’re all fast gaining superhero status and will be seen with new eyes for a long time after this is over? Me, I’m just locked away … Continue reading Why waste life?
The Thin White Duke
Dear Pogue, This is a letter from self isolation. I know the whole country is in lockdown but as you know I flew round half of the world last week so I’m even more confined. I can’t even volunteer to help for another two weeks. But I’m okay. Life feels good sat here in an … Continue reading The Thin White Duke
3am in the morning.
Dear Pogue, I am currently sitting in the quiet of the house just waiting for my mind and emotions to come to rest. The last three days have been chaotic, a little uncertain and tiring. I have travelled half way around the world to be home with a certain amount of uncertainty over actually achieving … Continue reading 3am in the morning.
We all need a hero
Dear Pogue, I told you last time I wrote that my god is a little bit on the wild side. Be like, my god isn’t a tame god. You’d be really surprised how many people’s is. Well, perhaps you wouldn’t as we’ve hung out so often that we have rubbed off on each other. Coffee … Continue reading We all need a hero
Wot, no WiFi!
Dear Pogue, Lesson from our travels. It’s actually really nice to be off the grid for a while. To actually let that compulsion to be checking messages go. I noticed that some people get a bit twitchy when suddenly there’s no signal but, boy, isn’t there a lot of space when that happens? Isn’t there … Continue reading Wot, no WiFi!
Here’s a good thing.
Dear Pogue, I thought I’d like to return to the ‘Revolution’ after the last few letters. Stoke the fires if you like. Keep it alive. Are you ready? Ok, take your seats, baseball cap on backwards, sunglasses in position. Off we go. It has been said that God wrote only two books, which is a … Continue reading Here’s a good thing.
On the road again
Dear Pogue, So we’re on our travels again and what more appropriate than a postcard? I have a blog that I share with a pair of rogues called Chris and Polie, a wayward moose and verbal challenged polar bear (he can’t say some of his r’s so things are all wight) who is quite wise. … Continue reading On the road again
Don’t be deceived
Pogue, This was spotted on the London Underground last week. Charlie Mackesy strikes again. We do love Charlie and his work. After Saturday’s post this seemed a timely affirmation of self worth. Remember, we are all precious and deserve respect and love. Please don’t ever think otherwise. And if someone tells you otherwise they are … Continue reading Don’t be deceived
You’re worthless
Dear Pogue, I'm guessing that, like me, you follow some of the blogs on Word Press? I tend to dip into some to get the flavour. I'm convinced that if we had the time and the energy we'd probably find that anything and everything that we can imagine will find a voice with someone writing … Continue reading You’re worthless
Making me smile
Pogue, Now I have a supply of postcards I thought I better use them so here, I just got my new phone case, and it’s making me smile. Also, after our last letter on road trips it just fitted. Synchronicity. Courtesy of Art by Ilana Let me introduce you to two friends of mine, Chris … Continue reading Making me smile
The roadmap is only the start!
Dear Pogue, What a week. Now we are beginning to pick ourselves up, gently, gradually and carefully. Be kind with yourself and let us return to being the aspiring free thinkers we have determined to become. We are those people aren't we? As you're a letter, a stamp, a post box and a post person … Continue reading The roadmap is only the start!
Happiness will return
Pogue, After the letter I sent yesterday I thought this card may sit well. Charlie Mackesy: The Boy, the mole, the fox and the horse. Ebury Press Now we wait and it is appropriate we do so for anything less would challenge our sincerity and cause us to question ourselves. We will know when the … Continue reading Happiness will return
I’m not the finished article….
Dear Pogue, So I wrote you about synchronicity and serendipity and all that good stuff. And here’s the thing. My best friend rocked up, read the letter and said; “do you realise you struggle with this”, and, “serendipitous moments come hard to you because they get in the way of your plans”. I vigorously disputed … Continue reading I’m not the finished article….
Let’s get it all lined up
Dear Pogue, I spend my day looking for opportunities. You tell me that God will open a door for you when you’re moving into your future and live expecting that to happen. That’s cool. Well I’m talking about the same thing, just, well sometimes we have different language in play. I want to be tuned … Continue reading Let’s get it all lined up
Daughter of mine.
Dear Pogue, Daughter of mine, what a conversation. Isn’t it so strange that we can let our communications become tempered and modified by not wanting to offend another person or not wanting to upset? How easily we dilute our honesty because we fear that should another consume it undiluted it will be bitter and unpalatable. … Continue reading Daughter of mine.
Dear Teenager
Dear Pogue, The New Year is here. A Happy New Year to you. My wish for you this coming year is that you have a truly great year full of dreams turned reality and all that good stuff. Yeah! Ok. Remember how I left you with a challenge when I last wrote? Yes? We were … Continue reading Dear Teenager
Let me tell you a secret.
Dear Pogue, Right back at the start, in our first exchange of correspondence, words on paper, ink, messy finger prints (what would a letter be without a blotch or two?) uneven margins, you remember? Well we committed to our own personal attempt at a revolution. One that we would have for fun, spurred on and … Continue reading Let me tell you a secret.
Be your own cool.
Dear Pogue, You remember that place that only I know the way to? Back in the day? Well, back in this most magical of places, I would always hurry home on a Friday to catch a programme called Happy Days. No “Catch Up TV” then! Anyway, there was a character called the Fonz, and, back … Continue reading Be your own cool.
Jon Boy
Dear Pogue Tell me, do you have a list of your favourite things? Yeah, I know how it goes: “Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens, bright copper kettles and warm woollen mittens”. Very good, but listen, I mean...not the clothes you bought this season, that you’ll wear and wear, then replace as the new … Continue reading Jon Boy
The Dwarfs are for the Dwarfs.
So, I got to thinking some more and I began to think that perhaps, just maybe, it was with the beginning of the formulation of religion that people began to lose sight of God.
Wouldn’t it be something?
Dear Pogue, Did you enjoy the weekend? The sun shone and shone here so I max'd out time in the courtyard with a good book, a couple of coffees and as the sun slid into absence, a cheeky beer. In the evening, as I was home alone, I made hamburgers and watched football. I feel … Continue reading Wouldn’t it be something?
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