My sons of Magna Carta
How does it sit with you
This so-called negotiation
With bureaucrats and fonctionnaires
Snarling in the face of democracy
Rejecting the ballot box of millions
With a desire to punish and belittle
It is time
To stand firm and test their mettle
For they fear their own psyches
Their unity a facade
To protect them from themselves
From the cracks within
And if compromise defeats
Then my sons of Magna Carta
Smile and turn and walk away
Set off in the snow
No hat no gloves no coat
Five minutes later
Horizontal snow from the east
Half of me white
Half of me not
Twenty minutes later
Glad you and Joanie can make the dinner party on Saturday. According to the Daily Mail, the minimum number of people at a dinner party should be eight so I need to invite someone else. I thought of asking Alex, from work, you know, good looking, short skirt, great legs and great to chat to. What do you think, Mike?
Excellent choice, Bernie. Everyone likes Alex. Just one thing, Bernie. That short skirt, well, it’s a kilt. And as for the legs, he does play scrum half, you know. But, yes, great choice, although he’s not keen on football. Just rugby.
I’ll invite his wife, too, of course. Never met her though.
Even better. She supports Chelsea. Loves football.
Hi Bernie. I’ll get you a pint. You look shattered. Been overdoing it over Christmas?
Thanks Mike. Yeh, really done in. Must be the statins.
Statins! How come your doc’s put you on statins? You’re fit as a flea.
Oh, it wasn’t the doc. My wife gave me a bottle of statins, little blue pills, to take. A Christmas present, she said statins would perk me up. But ever since I’ve been dead tired.
Mmm! You’re sure they’re statins, these little blue pills?
Yeh, of course.
Well, since Christmas, I don’t how to put this, has your wife been a lot happier in the bedroom department?
Amazing Mike. Yes, she has. But how on earth did you know I’d bought her a new wardrobe?!
Well, I didn’t spot Robin Hood, but robins, nuthatches, great tits, tree creeper, etc. It was so quiet that I could hear the birds’ wings fluttering when they flew from nearby branches. What a marvellous place! The ‘great oak’ is over a thousand years old but there are so many spooky blasted oaks to enjoy.
I worried about self-publishing but finally had a go, over the last 12 months producing six e-books and five paperbacks through Amazon. Their software is fine. No, I don’t expect to make money. That’s not the point. It’s been about self-discovery and trying to be creative. And a feeling of self-worth!
When I was ten years old I had three or four A4 sized quiz books that I particularly enjoyed. Each had twenty or so pages on which there were twenty questions on history, geography, science, famous people, books, etc. I tried very hard to learn all the answers and, to this day, retain an inordinate number of trivial but often interesting facts in my head, for no good reason.
In one book, on one page, there were questions on geography, including, at the bottom, ink pen sketches of three mountains. One was Everest, the world’s highest mountain at 29000 feet. Another had a strange but distinctive shape that fascinated me. It was named on the answers page as Pen y Ghent, a most peculiar name indeed. I grew up knowing that Pen y Ghent was ‘merely’ a hill in Yorkshire, approximately 2300 feet in height, one of the famous Three Peaks. I vowed that I would climb it one day.
This Christmas my daughter gave me a magnificent present, a weekend away in the Yorkshire Dales. And so, fifty years after my Mum buying me that quiz book, and two days ago, I finally climbed Pen y Ghent in glorious winter sunshine with marvellous views. What a fabulous place!