Friday, 29 August 2008

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Wednesday, 27 August 2008

STTTTTTTTTTAND STILL THAT MAN

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It was 7.30 am on a Monday morning, during the night the temperature had dropped and the parade square was glistening with ice. Looking to my left, I could see line upon line of squaddies standing to attention in full dress kit, every crease perfectly ironed into their uniforms, every pair of boots shinned so bright you could literally shave in them, and every button brassed to perfection.

I had been in the army (REME) for a little over a year, I couldn't believe I had got this far. So many mates had dropped out or been dismissed back to civy street. A quick look to my right and it was an identical picture of perfection. These parades were always nerve wrecking as the Commandant and RSM walked past every single squaddie picking fault with the slightest little imperfection, a hair on a jacket, a crease slightly off at an angle.


The parade square boomed with sound of the RSM'S voice, echoing back off the wooden billets as he commanded A platoon to, TURN TO THE RIGHT AND FALL OUT. I could hear my mates struggling to stop laughing, and I tell you the RSM could sense an eyebrow on someone moving from 2 miles away. As the RSM & Commandant got closer to me, the laughter was spreading quickly I could hear my mates whisper bloody hell Andy your in shit mate. Then it happened, the RSM locked onto me from 40 yards away, and I knew the shit was about to hit the fan.


I had had a brilliant weekend drinking and dancing, but hadn't slept since Friday morning. I had got back to camp too late to change into my uniform, so there I was standing on full dress parade still in my civvies a little worse for wear with a beard. I watched as the commandant slowly inspected each soldier, seeing the rage in the RSM building with each step until he couldn't hold it back anymore. PUSHING the Commandant out of the way (with a quick sorry sir) he stormed up to me, slamming his foot to a full stop attention 2 inches from my face (god his breathe was bogging.. fish or something)


I swear to god my friends in Wokingham could hear him 5 miles away, five minutes of full on abuse and spit was hurled into my face. When the Commandant arrived at the side of the RSM he looked totally shocked and was struggling to say anything, when all around laughter burst out from all the ranks. SHUT THE F**K UP all of you, the next one to breathe will do 14 day's rippers I swear to god. Then he turned to me and screamed get off my parade square, and ordered the Corporal to place me under arrest and to take this absolute disgrace to the guard room.

That little shit then started shouting and I lost it, so as he was double time marching me off the parade square, I just went faster and faster he couldn't keep up with me, (at that time I fought for the British army at judo and trained with the Olympic team another story)

He was screaming STTTTTTTTTTTTTTTAND SILL THAT MAN , I turned left when he said right and right when he said left, I took that sod all over, till two MP’s (military police) caught me and dragged me to the guard room.

Tuesday, 26 August 2008

yan (a wee man with the heart of a lion)

Yan (a wee man with the heart of a lion)
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We had been on the road for over two weeks solid now, I reckon I had had about 12 hrs sleep if I was lucky, but the adrenaline was still coursing through my veins .I was twenty and I couldn't believe that wee boy, from that wee village Cardross in Scotland had managed to qualify as a R.E.M.E craftsman.

Here I was travelling down the Autobahn somewhere in Germany, on a full size exercise. Sitting in the antar we had just got some grub together, and we were flying down the road at maximum speed the noise coming from the Rolls Royce engine was incredible. The smell of the exhaust was blowing in through the window, from the truck in front and sitting there with a bacon butty I had never been happier. Then we hit a hill and the speed dropped from max 18 mile an hour,(believe me in an Antar with a chieftain tank on the trailer, total weight 160 tons going at 18 miles an hour if felt more like 180 mile an hour). Down to 3 or 4 and slowly began the climb, in front of us were 15 complete antars and behind us were a further 10. Followed by my reme wagon with my mate in it. We were the only two reme on the exercise, and I often wandered up the convoy to be with different friends , then I would climb back into my wagon. There were maybe 10-15 motorbikes buzzing up and down checking everything was ok, and a few landy's about. In the air we had several different kinds of helicopters following (pumas etc). Then we always had the German police following in cars and their own helicopters.


It had gone well during the night no break downs, so we were all still together. We had only another few miles before hitting the base, where we were to drop the tanks at Osnibruk. If there was a breakdown, it was up to me and my mate to fix the problem, how ever long it took, and keep the commander informed with things. Sometimes we could be there for a day or two, and then we would have to catch up with the convoy.


I looked out of the window, and could see the German police helicopters were heading off now. Just as I looked back I saw the antar in front, slowly start to drift to the left then come back on the road, only to swerve violently to the left and start to go down the steep banking on the left of the Autobahn. We could do nothing but watch as the Antar roared down the bank, uprooting trees as if they were twigs. The noise was incredible it sounded like the largest clap of thunder I had ever heard, but still the truck ploughed on. When the tank turret began swinging round, and the barrel of the gun dug into the ground and lifted the whole trailer into the air, the smoke was billowing 200 to 300 ft into the air. The noise as metal was being twisted and ripped into was absolutely terrifying. Eventually though, the truck stopped, followed by a strange silence …. only broken as the odd thing fell from the wagon to the ground. I looked at my mate and without saying anything, we thought our friends in there had had it, no way any one could walk from that. But just as we were getting out, I could see the side window open with a jerk and slowly out popped Yan the smallest tallest man I have ever met, he crawled to the ground got up walked up to me, and simply I swear to god said "Andy give us a fag bud"

Yan was an M.S.O he was about 70 yrs old when I met him. He had seen his family slaughtered by the Nazi’s during the war all my friends in the M.S.O. had similar stories, and I will never forget meeting that bunch of MEN and for the HONOUR of inviting me to join them after leaving the army they will travel with me ALWAYS .

Lemo my first love (just for you anne)

LEMO
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I shut the door to the house, I was fifteen and off for another day at school. I threw my bag over my shoulder and headed to the fence. Throwing my bag over first, then jumping over it, onto the ledge, then dropping the fifteen feet to the road. I grabbed my bag and headed off down the hill to school (Hermitage academy ,Helensburgh) Once I was out of sight of my house, I started to change out of my bloody school uniform into jeans and a t-shirt. Then by the cemetery I stuffed the bag behind the wall, light a fag and wandered off to school.

At the main gates I met up with Lemo, someone I had fallen head over heels in love with .We were talking about what the first lesson we both had, (history & RE) we knew we were not going to sit through that pile of bollock's on such a beautiful sunny day as this. So while the school headed in file to their classes, we sneaked off down to the town.


The Grapes had a wee side room where you could get a carry-out from, so after buying a bottle of vodka, some beer and a couple of bags of crisps (breakfast) we headed up the road to Ben Bowie woods. I loved it there, you could sit and look across the fields to the Clyde, and watch the different boats heading up and doon the water.


We got to our wee spot and settled down to a few drinks, knowing we had to be back at school for the afternoon at the latest.
We spent a wonderful couple of hours, talking about our dreams. I lay there in the grass and couldn't believe someone so beautiful would lay with me. We watched the butterfly passing by, only to soon we both knew it was time to go ,

Lemo landed with a bang, after I helped her over the 6ft chain mail fence that surrounded the school. We were laughing so much, when I followed I caught my trousers on the bloody fence, and ripped them almost completely off. We gathered ourselves together and set off to try and sneak back into school, (with my trousers flapping away) without being noticed. We had three huge playing fields to cross before we could reach the doors, Lemo was trying like hell to pull herself together and stop laughing, when we heard some shouting. When we looked over, I could see my mates Kenny and John leaning out the window whistling and shouting GO ON MY SON, then one window after another seemed to be full with hundreds of people, jeering, laughing and clapping. Shit so much for the quiet entrance. Then Lemo spotted Macmillan the Head, he was shouting YOU TWO MY OFFICE NOW another swift kick to my legs with Lemo drunkenly saying I blame you !


For weeks after that, we were jibbed got some detention and a letter to take home, which never arrived. Oh and I got 6 of the belt and Lemo got 2) well worth it for such a beautiful day spent with my first love Lemo xx
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Monday, 25 August 2008

me


me
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THREE JOBS page 1

THREE JOBS page 1
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Sitting in my kitchen in my flat in Southampton I was tucking into my breakfast, it was Sunday and I had the whole day to myself .

I had recently came back to England after a stay in France (another story) I had found work through an driving agency .My first job of the day was to drive the agency van, and take all the various workers to different contracts all over Hampshire (Kipling’s etc). Then I would take the minibus back to the office and head over to UBM (builders supply company) and for the rest of the day I would deliver everything from copper pipes to complete heating systems.

Once I finished that I would head back to the office, after picking the mini bus up I would then be off again and pick up all the workers and take them home. More often than not, I would then have to do an urgent job that had come into the agency, i.e. take a truck up to Luton or wherever. Eventually I would crawl into bed, after asking my neighbour a lovely woman called Jane to make sure I was up. I would be off again, often only after grabbing an hour or 2, this had been going on for months.

Lifting my cup to my mouth I realised it was empty, and got up to put the kettle back on. I had woke up feeling restless I was fed up living here, the landlord was a complete git always after more money and constantly moaning at me. I decided after I had my breakfast I would go for a good long blat in my wee Alfa Romeo, (loved that sports car) and hopefully the restlessness would go. Driving up the road out of Southampton leaving the city behind, I headed onto the motorway and flooring the pedal shot up to over a 100mph and without a clue as to where I was going, relaxed into my seat and started to enjoy the open road.

I switched the radio on after an hour or so, there was a thing on the radio something about Stonehenge, police, and some new age travellers or something like that. I decided to head down to see what all the fuss was about. I headed down the hill near Stonehenge, I could see hundreds of people, vehicles of all sorts of descriptions, buses, trucks, vans etc. After finding a place to park up, I locked the car and headed off to wander about, I spent an hour there talking to various people and then decided to head of back to Southampton. The people I had met seemed very friendly, but most of them I just thought were dirty drunken or drugged up bastards.

By the time I got back to Southampton I was feeling better and ready to start work again in the morning, I got into the bed and set the alarm clock and slid under the sheets. The door bell went at a little after midnight it was the landlord, that was the final straw after listening to him moan about some trivial thing, I said I had to be up early for work. He just kept wittering on, so I shut the door on him and headed off to bed. I could hear him outside and got up again to see a note coming under the door. After reading it I opened the door but he had gone.

The letter basically told me I had 2 weeks to get out, later found out he found someone to pay more rent. I never went to work the next day, I spent the time going round different friends to say I was off, and that everything was for sale. I sold the car and everything else by the end of the day, all my mates said I was crazy to just head off. But I wanted a change, what I didn’t know or even where I was going. But god it felt good pulling that ruck sack over my shoulder, calling Craig my collie and slamming that door on the way out of that flat, knowing I would never have to see that bastard landlord EVER again ..

Heading down the road, I’m afraid I had a wee chuckle to myself, knowing that sod would be letting himself in as usual and would see the envelope I had left on the table addressed to him, with the word rent in big letters across the front. I could see his grubby little hands ripping it open to then find nothing but a LARGE SHIT I had left him !!

That night I put the tent up and after getting a fire together and making a brew snuggled into my sleeping bag with Craig at my side and for the first time in a long time I felt FREE and happy then drifted of to a magical sleep.





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HITTING THE ROAD page 2

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I woke up with Craig licking my face (who needs an alarm clock), after a couple of minutes playing with him I crawled out of the sleeping bag and looking out the front flap, I could see it was going to be another really warm day, if felt so good not to have to rush off to work.

I got a cup of coffee on the go and sorted some food out for Craig, sitting there fag in one hand, coffee in the other was complete bliss. Through the trees I could see the service station was really busy, shouldn't have any trouble blagging a lift. Around mid day I decided to get everything packed away and head up the road to who knows where. I checked I had cleared all the surrounding area and threw the rucksack up and over, and headed over to the service station.


I walked up to the main entrance and left my rucksack with Craig, tied up by the door so I could keep an eye on them both and headed inside to get a good breakfast, (well a breakfast anyway so bloody expensive and not to tasty ). I was sitting by the window tucking in, when I saw a group of the dirtiest looking sods walk up to the door patting Craig, I thought one of them was going to look inside the rucksack. I was just about to get up, when they all headed inside the door leaving Craig to settle back down by the bag. Putting the cup down on the saucer and getting up to go, I turned to see some one standing beside me, asking me if that was my dog. He offered me a fag and I sat down again, and had a really good chat. I learned that they were all on there way to a festival at Reading and Mark asked me if I wanted to come with them, I hesitated a wee while then said I would love to.


After everyone finished we all headed across the tarmac to a coach..(Marks bus and home). Walking up the stairs I can only say I was blown away, there were what seemed like hundreds of people lying around drinking and smoking (hash as I was to find out later, I was totally straight at that time. Mark climbed into the drivers seat, and starting telling me more about the trouble he was having with loss of power with the bus. After an hour, I had tightened up an injector pipe and some other stuff and the bus was running really well.
We pulled out the service station and headed out onto the motorway ,sitting by Mark at the front of the bus, I couldn’t help but wonder if it was ok to travel with this lot, looking back I am so happy to have met everyone at that service station, my LIFE would never be the same ever AGAIN .










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Great news for anyone trying to read my stories.Yesterday i got an e-mail from Jane in wales ,she very kindly decided to help me.
So now i send her my stories and she goes over them and corrects my mistakes .
I am so happy that she is helping and i will always be so grateful for her kindness in helping me .


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Saturday, 23 August 2008

sunset on the summit

amazing night

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disappointment

Disappointment

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Am a disappointment my mum said to me
She meant it too with that face she pulls
The twisted one i always get to see
Nom matter what i do
There's no pleasing her
Mum really has nothing to say to me
As i am the DISAPPOINTMENT
From here to etenity
No warm sayings
No words of love
All i get is that face that says it all
I AM THE DISAPPOINTMENT

Your no son of mine
your a disappointment to all of us
My mum has often said
that hurt me worse than anything
I got myself a job
A good one at that
But not to her
I joined the army and learned the hard way
That didn't put a smile on my mum's face
Job after job i got and enjoyed
But even that wasn't good enough
I started to write a book
OH he's a bloody autho now she'd say
Who do you think you are my mum said to me one day
I got so upset that no matter what i tried to do
Mum was there with her sarcastic comments and that face
I can't take no more of her selfish antics
I wouldn't mind if i'd hurt her in anyway
But all i have ever done is to try and show her LOVE xxx

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trying my best

trying my best
Date Posted: 23-08--2008 at 06:42 PM - Comments (0)
I am not a writer and my level of education is not the highest .i have wrote these stories and had an amazing response to them, so many words of encouragement.
They are in no way a finished artical and i will in the future come back and do it right, i hope you will give me the benift of the doubt and read them with that understanding in mind :

andy

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HITTING THE ROAD page 2

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I woke up with craig licking my face (who needs an alarm clock)after a couple of minutes playing with him i crawled ou of the sleeping bag and looking out the front flap could see it was going to be another really warm day, if felt so good not to have to rush of to work.

i got a cup of coffee on the go and sorted some food out for CRAIG sitting there fag in one hand coffee in the other was complete bliss through the trees i could see the service station was really busy shouldn't have any trouble blagging a lift ..
around mid day i decided to get everything packed away and head up the road to who knows where.
I checked i had cleared all the surroundind area and throw the rucksack up and over and headed over to the service station..
I walked up to the main entrance and left my rucksack with craig tied to it by the door so i could keep an eye on them both and headed inside to get a good breakfast (well a breakfast anyway so bloody expensive and not to tasty )
I was sitting by the window tucking in when i saw a group of the dirtiest looking sods walk up to the door patting craig i thought one of them was going to look inside the rucksack and i was just about to get up when they all headed inside the door leaving craig to settle back down by the bag .
Putting the cup down onto the saucer and getting up to go i turned to see some one standing asking me if that was my dog he offered me a fag and i sat down again and had a really good chat i learned that they were all on there way to a festival at reading and Mark asked me if i wanted to come with them i hesitated a wee while then said i would love to..
After everyone finished we all headed across the tarmac to a coach .(marks bus and home)
walking up the stairs i can only say i was blown away there were what seemed like hundreds of people lying around drinking and smoking (hash as i was to find out later ,(totally straight at that time)
Mark climed in to the drivers seat and starting telling me more about the trouble he was having with loss of power with the bus after an hourr i had tightened up aan injector pipe and some other stuff the bus was running really well .
We pulled out the service station and headed out onto the motorway sitting by mark at the front of the bus i couln't help but wonder if it was ok to travel with this lot (looking back i am so happy to have met everyone at that service station and my LIFE would never be the same ever AGAIN .














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THREE JOBS

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Sitting in my kitchen ,in my flat in southampton i was tucking into my breakfast it was sunday and i had the whole day to myself .
I had recently came back to England after a stay in France (another story)
I had found work through an driving agency
My first job of the day was to drive the agency van and take all the various workers to different contracts all over hampshire (kiplings etc) then i would take the minibus back to the office and then head over to UBM (builders supply company) and for the rest of the day i would deliver everything from copper pipes to complete heating sytems .
Once i finished that i would head back to the office and after picking the mini bus up i would then be of again and pick up all the workers and take them home more than not i would then have to do an urgent job that had come into the agency ie take a truck up to luton or wherever .
Eventually i would crawl into bed and after asking my neighbour a lovely women called jane to make sure i was up. i would be of again often only after grabbing an hour or 2 this had been going on for months .
Lifting the my cup to my mouth i realised it was empty and got up to put the kettle back on .
I had woke up feeling restless i was fed up living here the landlord was a complete git always after more money and constantly moaning at me
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I decided after i had my breakfast i would go for a good long blat in my wee alfa romeo (loved that sports car ) and hopefully the restlessness would go.
Driving up the road out of Southampton leaving the city behind i headed onto the motoway and flooring the pedal shot up to over a 100mph and without a clue as to were i was going relaxed into my seat and started to enjoy the open road ..

I switched the radio on after an hour or so ,there was a thing on the radio something about stonehenge ,police, and some new age travellers or something like that i decided to head down to see what all the fuss was about after a lovely drive (loved that wee car) i headed down the hill near stonehenge i could see hundreds of people vehicles of all sorts of discriptions buses trucks vans etc finding a place to parkup i locked the car and headed of to wonder about i spent an hour there talking to various people and then decided to head of back to Southampton the people i had met seemed very friendly but most of them i just thought were dirty drunken or drugged up bastards ( idiot)
By the time i got back to southampton i was feeling better and ready to start work again in the morning i got into the bed and set the ALARM CLOCK and slid under the sheets .
The door bell went at a little after midnight it was the landlord that was the final straw after listening to him moan about some trivial thing i said i had to be up early for work he jus kept wittering on i shut the door on him and headed of to bed i could here him outside and got up again to see a note coming under the door after reading it i opened the door but he had gone
the letter basically told me i had 2 weeks to get out (later found out he found someone to pay more rent)
I never went to work the next i spend the day instead going round different friends to say i was of and to say everthing was for sale i sold the car everything by the end of the day had gone all my mates said i was crazy to just head of but i wanted a change what i did't know or even where i was going.
but god it felt good pulling that ruck sack over my shoulder and calling craig my collie and slamming that door on the way out of that flat knowing i would never have to see that bastard landlord EVER again .

Heading down the road i am affraid i had a wee chuckle to myself knowing that sod would be letting himself in as usual and seeing the envelope i had left on the table addressed to him with the word rent in big letters across the front .i could see his grubby little hands ripping it open to then find nothing but a LARGE SHIT i had left him.

That night i put the tent up and after getting a fire together and making a brew snuggled into my sleeping bag with craig at my side and for the first time in a long time i felt FREE and happy then driftted of to a magical sleep.

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Thursday, 21 August 2008

Tales from the Daft Hermits our true tales

Penrith Cumbria
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It had been a really good day ,i had sold a bird table ,two nest boxes and a windmill i had made the day before .one of the best things about making woodcraft items was the people you got to meet through it.
Mel had just shouted "Dinner" and i had just packed all the tools away for the night and was just looking around it was so lovely the night was warm and the mountains in the distance were an incredible colour the lake district really is a stunning place.
I shut the boot and walked up the side of the bus mouth watering thinking about my dinnr we had been shopping earlier in the day and i knew we had some nice treats.
Just as i was about to open the door this large Range Rover came tearing doon the road and stopped only feet away the drivers door swung open and a huge bloke dressed in country tweeds complete with hat stormed out of the range rover and headed straight towards me .
He stopped inches from me and instantly launched into a full on abusive attack basically we were to f**k of take our bus and all the crap laying around (my woodcaft)and between his friend the chief constable and a few other people we would be gone in the morning or else.
(All i could think was shit my diner will be getting cold.)
After about 3 or 4 minutes his neck looked like it was about to burst i tried to talk to him but he ignored me and just ranted and ranted .
i eventually had, had enough and told him to sod of and get whoever .
He turned on his heels and headed back to his car and after slamming the door he opened the window and carried on his abuse to me by this time mel was standing by me asking what was going on and when she heard him shouting started shouting at him in her broad YORKSHIRE kindly leave or words to that effect..
I watched as he slammed the car into gear and it lurched forward after three attemps he still hadn't managed to turn the car around i couldn't help myself i shouted and asked if he needed some help to turn the car that really set him of and with the air turning blue drove off we could still hear him shouting a mile down the road..
During dinner we talked about what we should do and after a wee while we decided to see what happened the next day.i had a couple calling over in the afternoon to pick up some nest boxes and a large chair i had made .
After a restless night in which every noise we heard we imagined a load of cars turning up to SORT US OUT
nothing happened, and the morning was glorious the sun was so warm and it was still only 7.00am.
eventually we started to relax a bit and the day wa really nice and i met a lovely womaan who called down and we talked abou everything she really liked the coach and asked if she could look inside .
after an hour os so she left putting an order in for two bird tables and a small box saying that a bloke called tony would call over for them on friday she paid me even though i said i would rather wait till i had made them and left .
not long after she left the couple turned up and paid me and took there stuff .

all in all a superb day and during all this we had forgot all about the crazy Rangerover man.

friday came and tony arrived i found out he was a game keeper and during a coffeee he told me do you know who that wee women that had put the order for the woodcraft in was Lady Lowther and she had come down after the estate manager had stormed back shouting about us after meeting me and mel she had went back and told him to leave us alone 6 months later we headed out onto the open road

Lady Lowther had put the two birdtables by the main entrance and me and mel often have a wee chuckle imagining that sod having to drive through the main gates every day past our two BIRDTABLES..
















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DOUBLE SCIENCE

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looking through the small square pane of glass in the door that seperated the stationery cupboard from the classrom , i could see the rest of the class busy doing the experiments they had been assigned by Mac donald the science teacher ,berfore as usual he then headed of only to return just before the end of the lesson.I was sixteen and had less than a week before i was out of that school and Helensburgh and off to the army.
Hermitage academy was a large shool with two 3 story buildings facing each another, with large windows so from one building you cold look across and into the other.
from the Headmasters office in the bottom corner up to the far right hand english class and everything in between,
and if you looked to the left was a view out across the clyde and to the right Ben bowie and beyond Loch Lommond it really was a stunningly beautiful place Helensburgh ,but how i hated this school i found most of the teachers so boring and yet through my life i have enjoyed learning new things in fact i live to learn new skills but there sitting in that liitle room of the main classroom with my mates kenny and john I was bored beyond belief.So to releive the boredom we had come up with a wee game and after Macdonald handed out his lesson then disappeared as usual we would head into the room .
We had found the internal phone and so the game was to see who could get the most ammount of people to stand outside the headmasters office .
each person was allowed ten minutes a turn and we ticked of the people as they stood at the door and the loosers bought the beer at the dance at the caple at the weekend
so what you would do is say phone the english teachers extension and say Mr grey (Headmaster) whats to see you urgently .
then look around the building and choose someone else and send them down as well by the end of 30 - 40 mins there would be a huge queue outside the heads office.
and we could see him calling in each person in turn, we could only guess he was asking what THEY wanted only to be told they had been sent down eventually he would burst out the door to see maybe 30 to forty people queing up.Then we would just burst into fits of laughter as you each tried harder and harder to outdo one another, the door would open and one by one the class mates would squeeze in to see what all the laughter was about only then to join in as they understood what we were up to .
We would start by sending one person down at a time only to end up sending complete classes down the corridor to stand and wait their punishment this would go on for over an hour and then we would know macdonald was on the way up (someone on the look out)we would then

try desperatly to compose ourselfs re- enter the class as if nothing had been going on .
and as we took our seats again you couldn't resist one last look through the window you could see the ensuing chaos in the other buillding

Macdonald would come in without a clue at what had been going on, grunt something to us.
then the magic sound of the BELL would go and yet another DOUBLE SCIENCE would be over

FREEDOM

by a.p.lowe






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NOT AGAIN


NOT AGAIN
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After months of clearing the beautifull lane past our bus and shifting tons of crap i woke to this ,this morning it breaks my heart that people still show absolutely no respect to Mother Earth head down and i will sort it today


SHAME ON YOU, YOU PISGS

Wednesday, 20 August 2008

True path walkers

True Path Walkers
Obligations of the True Path Walkers
To bring back the natural harmony that humans once enjoyed.
To save the planet from present practices of destruction.
To find and re-employ real truth.
To promote true balance between both genders.
To share and be less materialistic.
To become rid of prejudice.
To learn to be related.

To be kind to animals and take no more than we need.
To play with one's children and love each equally and fairly.
To be brave and courageous, enough so,
to take a stand and make a commitment.
To understand what Generations Unborn really means.
To accept the Great Mystery
in order to end foolish argument over religion.

CARDROSS

CARDROSS
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Such a wonderful place is cardross
And not far from the sea
The view is absoluletly amazing
And wonderful to see
My andy was born in Cardross
Such a lovely man you could possibly meet
So much magic all around
This lovely place called CARDROSS
This place will thrill you

SO PLEASE COME AND STAY A WHILE xxx

Tuesday, 19 August 2008

poem by mel

FAMILY (what family)
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Family what family
Andy and i haven't had a famly
We brought ourselves up from an early age
And had to fend for ourselves
No family here no family for us to turn to
No cuddles no soothing words when hurt inside


You get used to not having a family around you
We just get on with our lives
Don't get us wrong we have tried a thousand times
To make up but the sarcasim we can't handle anymore
The way they treat us so heartbreaking
When all we want to do is help
And listen to what the family wants
And we have tried to be there
WE'VE dropped everything in the past
To go and visit cos they wanted to see us
But when we arrive they can't help but critisise
They start to pick fault with andy or me
I used to let it go over my head
But it just made things worse
I know that now
Cos i've done nothing to the family
Otherway around more like
I have come to accept I have no family and neither has andy


BEST WAY LIFE HAS BEEN BETTER WITHOUT THEM xxxxx

poem by mel

PLANET

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We really should start to eonomise.
The state this world is in
We all need to count our penny's.
Throw less food into the bins
Please help to preserve our planet
Otherwise we will have no planet
Please try to stop using aerosils
Cut down to roll on instead
Recycle all your used tins
And your bottles in the bank
Try and keep your pillow cases
And make a bed spread instead
And if you saave a lot
Rewards will come to thee
You'll have more cash and so afford
MORE TREATS
Do try to save our planet
And our planet will be good
For YOU and ME


by m.m.lowe

Tales from the Daft Hermits our true tales

Yan (a wee man with the heart of a lion)
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We had been on the road for over two weeks solid now i reckon i had had about 12 hrs sleep if i was lucky but the adreniline was still coarsing through my viens .I was twenty and i couldn't believe that wee boy from that wee village Cardross in scotland had managed to qualify as a R.E.M.E craftsman and here i was travelling down the Autobahn somewher in Germany on a full size Excerise .sitting in the antar we had just got some grub together and we were flying down the road at maximum speed the noise coming from the rolls royce engine was incredible the smell of the exhaust was blowing in through the window from the truck in front and sitting there with a bacon butty i had never been happier then we hit a hill and the speed dropped from max 18 mile an hour (believe me in an Antar with a chieften tank on the trailer total weight 160 tons going at 18 miles an hour if felt more like 180 mile an hour)down to 3 or 4 and slowly began the climb in front of us where 15 complete antars and behind us were a further 10 followed by my reme wagon with my mate in it we were the only two reme on the excercise and i often wandered up the convoy to be with different friends then i would climb back into my wagon there were maybe 10-15 motorbikes buzzing up and down checking everything was ok and a few landy's about and in he air we had several different kinds of helicopters following (pumas etc) then we always had the German police following in cars and there own helicopters .
It had gone well during the night no break downs so we were all still together and we had only another few miles before hitting the base were we were to drop the tanks at Osnibruk (if there was a breakdown it was up to me and my mate to fix the problem how everlong it took and keep the commander informed with things sometimes we could be there for a day or two and then we would have to catch up with the convoy.
I looked out of the window and could see the german police helicopters were heading of now and just as i looked back i saw the antar in front slowly start to drift to the left then come back on th road only to swerve violently to the left and start to go down the steep banking on the left of the autobahn we coul do nothing but watch as the Antar roared down the bank uprooting trees as if they were twigs the noise was incredible it sounded like the largest bang of thunder i had ever heard but still the truck ploughed on when the tank turret began swinging round and the barrel of the gun dug into the ground and lifted the whole trailer into the air the smoke was billowing 200 to 300 ft into the air and the noise as metal was being twisted and ripped into was absolutely terrifying eventually though the truck stopped followe by a strange silence only broken as the odd thing fell from the wagon to the ground i looked at my mate and without saying anything we though our friends in there had had it no way any one could walk from that but just as we were getting out i could see the side window open with a jerk and slowly out popped Yan the smallest tallest man i have ever met he crawled to the ground got up walked up to me and simply i swear to god said "Andy give us a fag bud"

Yan was M.S.O he was about 70 yrs old when i met him he had seen his family slaughtered by the Natzi's during the war all my friends in the mso had similar stories and i will never forget meeting that bunch of MEN and for the HONOUR of inviting me to join them after leaving the army they will travel with me ALWAYS .




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ME (mel)


ME (mel)
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Mel with dylan

poem by mel

HUBBY
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You simply are the greatest man
I've ever come to find
Your always looking out for me
So lovely and so kind


You always know just what to say
When trouble comes around
You listen and give out very good advice
A star without a doubt

Were always chatting and laughing
And meeting up for tea
Whan ever i need to talk to you
Your always there for me

I don't know what i'd do without you
My man who cares like you
Your not just my friend you know
But my lover and husband TOO xxx

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Tales from the Daft Hermits our true tales

First Love


LEMO
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I shut the door to the house i was fifteen and of for another day at school i throw my bag over my shoulder and headed to the fence throwing my bag over first, then jumped over it onto the ledge then dropped the fifteen feet to the road grabbed my bag and headed of down the hill to school (Hermitage academy ,Helensburgh) once i was out of sight of my house i started to change out of my bloody school uniform into jeans and a t-shirt then by the cementry i stuffed the bag behind the wall light a fag and wondered of to school
at the main gates i met up with Lemo someone i had fallen head over heals in love with .We were talking about what the first lesson we both had (history&RE) was and we knew we were not going to sit through that pile of bollock's on such a beautiful sunny day as this so while the schhol headed in file to their classes we sneaked of down to the town .
The grapes had a wee side room were you could get a carry-out from so after buying a bottle of vodka some beer and a couple of bags of crisps(breakfast) we headed up the road to Ben bowie woods i loved it there you could sit and look acrooss the fields to the clyde and watch the different boats heading up and doon the water .
we got to our wee spot and settled down to a few drinks knowing we had to be back at school for the afternoon at the latest..
We spent a wonderful couple of hours taking about our dreams i lay there in the grass and couldn't believe someone so beautiful would lay with me .
we watched the butterfly passing by only to soon we both knew it was time to go ,

Lemo landed with a bang after i helped her over the 6ft chain mail fence that surrounded the shool and was laughing so much when i followed only to catch my trousers on the bloody fence and rip then almost completely off we gathered ourselfs together and set of to try and sneak back into school (with my tousers flapping away)without being noticed we had three huge playing fields to crosss until we could reach the doors but of we went lemo was trying like hell to pull herself together and kicking me will laughing when we heard some shouting when we looked over i could see my mates Kenny John leaning out the window whistling and shouting GO ON MY SON then one window after another seem ed to be full with hunreds of people jeering laughing and clapping shit so much for the quiet entance then lemo spotted MacMillan the Head he was shouting YOU TWO MY OFFICE NOW another swift kick to my legs with lemo drunkenly saying i blame you ..
For weeks after that we were jibbed got some detention and a letter to take home (which never arrived oh and i got 6 of the belt and lemo got 2)well worth it for such a beautiful day spent with my first love lemo xx

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FRIENDS a poem by mel

FRIENDS
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Friends are like flowers
They brighten your day
Friends like you don't grow on trees
I know that is so true
But if friends were flowers there is no doubt
How quickly i would pick you
Side by side
Miles apart
A friend like you
Stays close to my

HEART XXXXXX
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Zebra Crossing

ZEBRA CROSSING

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Coming round i slowly opened one i and thought shit where am i all i could see was large black and white stripes i tried to close my eyes again and carry on sleeping when from somewhere i could hear a voice say come on mate you can'y stay here .i thought sod it i just need another 36 hrs sleep and then i'll get up.
I could feel two arms linking under mine and suddenly i was lifted straight up i struggled to open my eyes again and through my drunken haze i realised i had fallen asleep on a Zebra crossing in the middle of Oswestry town people were all around staring and muttering drunken pig etc etc
My head felt like 200 drills were going of at once i just needed to sleep
the last thing i could remember was sitting with my dad who i hadn't seen for a few years never really got on so i had travelled up to Oswestry to try and sort things out with him but during the night we had had words (another story)
My eyes started to focus and my wee daft brain was starting to take in what was being said
Two coppers were telling me to get into the car they were taking me to the police station i tried to say sorry and i would head of without any troubl but they bundled mr into the car and of we went i fumbled around and sorted a fag when one of them turned around and told me to put it out after grabbing a few puffs to kick my lungs into action i opened the window and nipping the end i put the butt into my pocket and quickly stashed my smokes away as i knew they would take my smokes of me if they arrested me..
When we arrived at the station the usual empty your pockets and questions followed when one of them spotted my Army ID card after a quick discussion i was put into a cell and the door slammed shut i shouted if i could get a coffee but no answer
I dug out a fag and after a quick smoke i grabbed the one blanket on the solid stone bunk and lay down for a hopefully few hours sleep..

I don't know how long it was when the door was thrown open and in the doorway stood two bloody MP'S saying STAND TO ATTENTION which i did i was asked my rank and serial number which i shouted out at them .i thought i would be taken back to my unit at last..
They barked out the order to quick march and drilled me out of the police station and into the back of a landrover
Sitting there i knew i was in trouble but had thought it worth it to try and sort things out with my dad (complete waste of ttime )
After about 1/2 hr we pulled up at the gates to an infantry unit the barrier wa raised and the landrover jerked to a halt by the guard room the tail was was dropped with an almighty bang (which set my hangover of again)
I slowly started to get out of the landy when one of the MP's grabbed an arm and shouted BLOODY MOVE YOU SOD .
I fell to the ground i was just about to get up when a large boot flew into my side followed by a punch (That was it i switched of to them bastards and refused to answer or in anyway acknpwledge them i wondered into the guard room with them barking all sorts of shite at me but i couldn't give a f**k what they said to me ,my scottish humour kicked in as it always dose at times like that and the got angrier and angrier with me .
after being asked over and over my name and rank which i refused to answer i was forced into a cell with the door slammed shut
by now i was ragging i had felt safe when i relised i was being taken back to my unit only to end up with these arsholes
An hour passed when the door opened and some officer was standing in front of i was ordered to my feet but told them to f**k off all i could think to say was f**k you and your crew i'm reme and i refuse to talk to shit
Well the officer did@t agree with me and ordered a one hour check (this is when tthey come to your cell every hour on the hour and you are meant to jump up even if you are asllep and stand by the door and give your name rank and number.
I just shouted f**k of you bunch of dickwits and found a fag which they hadn't found on my entry search.
I thought i would be shipped out to my unit within a couple of hours (that is what should have happened )
Instead i was kept ther from friday untill mon morning when the mps from my unit arrived to collect me
I spent those 2 day's or so getting a kicking every hour. the door would open and i would refuse to obey them they then would enter the cell and lay into me occasionally i would get a good swing at the bastards but mostly i was completely overwhelmed by them and a the hours drifted by i just wanted to sleep so much
Monday morning and the door opened i was ready for another kicking when i recognised one of the mps he was from my base and asked me to come with him and as i walked passed all those bastard's he told them that they would be hearing from my commandant about their treatment of this soldier.
I was taken out to the min bus waiting at the kerb and when i got into the seat i was handed a fag some sandwhiches and a flask of coffee...
I was so happy to be back with my UNIT ..
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Moffat Poems BY m.m.lowe

MOFFAT POEMS
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We Love going into moffat
Such a lovely journey to it
We pass the wonderful woods and forest
With dear standing in the clearing
And the buzzard effortlessly soaring
Wish we had brought our camera
The mist is slowly rolling down the mountain side
And with the light rain splashing
The hedge row of flowers
Seem like jewels
What a wonderful place to go shopping
Our local garage is warm and welcoming
Such lovely people to serve you
always with a smile
Even when it's teaming doon
We will always go there
to that lovely garage in moffat ..

poem by m.m.lowe

Stand still that man

STTTTAND STILL THAT MAN



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IT was 7.30 am on a monday morning during the night the temprature had dropped and the parade square was glissining with ice .looking to my left i could see line apon line of squaddies standing to attention in full dress kit every crease perfectly ironed into their uniforms ,every pair of boots shinned so bright you could litureally shave in them ,every button brassoed to perfection. i had been in the army (REME) for a little over a year i couldn't believe i had got this far so many mates had dropped out or been dismissed back to civy street.a quicklook to my right and it was an identical picture of perfection .these parades were always nerve wrecking as the commandant and RSM walked past every single squaddie picking fault with the slightest little imperfection a hair on a jacket a crease slightly of at an angle ,
The parade square boomed with sound of the RSm'S voice echoing back of the wooden billets as he commanded A platoon to TURN TO THE RIGHT AND FALL OUT .i could hear my mates struggling to stop laughing and i tell you the rsm could sense an eyebrow on someone moving from 2 miles away.
As the rsm & commandant got closer to me the laughter was spreading quickly i could hear my mates whisper bloody hell andy your in shit mate etc etc etc ..
Then it happened the rsm locked onto me from 40 yrds away and i new the shit was about to hit the fan.
I had had a brilliant weekend drinking & dancing but hadn't slept since friday morning and i had got back to camp to late to change into my uniform so there is was standing on full dress parade still in my civy's a little worse for wear and a beard
I watched as the commandant slowly inspected each soldier seeing the rage in the rsm building with each step until he couldn't hold it back anymore and PUSHING the commandant out of the way (with a quick sorry sir)stormed up to me slamming his foot to a full stop attention 2 inches from my face (god his breathe was bogging fish or something)
I swear to god my friends in wokingham could hear him 5 miles away. five minutes of full on abuse was hurled spittingly into my face when the commandant arrived at the side of the rsm he looked totally shocked and was struggling to say anything when all around laughter burst out from all the ranks..

SHUT THE F**K UP all of you the next one to breathe will do 14 day's rippers i swear to god, then he turned to me and screamed get off my parade square and ordered the corporal to place me under arrest and to take this absolute disgrace to the guard room..

I don't know but that little shit then started shouting and i lost it so as he was double time marching me of the parade square i just went faster and faster he couldn't keep up with me (at that time i faught for the britsh army at judo and trained with the olympic team another story)

he was screamind STTTTTTTTTTTTTTTAND SILL THAT MAN


i turned left when he said right and right when he said left i took that sod all over till two mp's (military police) caught me and dragged me to the guard room ...








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Monday, 18 August 2008

river


river
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lovely day

aquarius aquarius

This is Aquarius Aquarius :



I had just got back from the shop at valley with the yellow paper which is full of ads i enjoyed sitting at the table going through stuff for sale.The sun was shinning and looking at the apple trees in the garden i felt so happy living on angelsey in my wee isolated house .I hadn't had any visitors for a few weeks well apart from the family that had come bursting through the undergrowth the house was over a mile to the nearest road and that road only got maybe two or three cars a day down it .I had been in the garden doing some work on the well naked as usual and was just walking back to the house to get a brew when threre in front of me was two adults and four kids I just said morning and carried on into the house i could here them muttering away as they headed down my track....
Then the door to the kitchen opened and Martin stuck his head round the corner and said any chance of a brew aye mate help yourelf..
looking back at the paper i then noticed a boat for sale and reading on o ifound out it was moored up in Newcastle and was up for sale at £1000 strange i thought as i had just been bribed by the goverment to settle down and come of the road the grant they gave me £1000 meant to be i thought so after talking a while to martin about it i phone the bloke in newcastle who had the boat and after a chat i arranged to meet him the next day .
Pulling into newcastle i was so excited to see the boat and easily found the spot we had arranged to meet Graham as soon as i looked over the quay side i knew i wanted the boat she was over 100 yrs old push me pull that used to push the larger boats to the quayside ..
we jumped aboard and graham took us for a run up the tyne under the swing bridge I WAS HOOKED .
Over the next week or so i sorted things in wales and moved aboard the boat my two dogs (Craig & Jazz ) and martin
I set two cleaning and organising things but at that time my wood craft was well lets just call it SHIT so with the help of some pallets and a tarp i covered thee open part at the rear of the boat and it started to feel so cosy in there.
My boat was moored up with a bloke called Kenny he was converting an old Bowling trawller then heading of to the med he was 73 yrs old (amazing man)
well to get from the boat you climbed onto kennys then up the ladder onto the quaayside (a few stories there i can tell you)
With the help of a couple in a boat near me i stated to learn how to use the radio studied charts et etc and slowly filled the boat with Flares (about 200 of the sods) i made little life jackets for the dogs (old plastic bottles strapped to them worked fine) got a dingy and a emergency lifeboat fitted to the roof..two radios
and about six months worth of food in tins i had scavenged from the local lidls skips all without labels so dinner was a loterry
after about 4months WE reckoned we were ready to head of up to blyth about 15 miles up the coast simple i tought (what a plonker)
Martins brother Tony turned up one day only about a week before we decided weather permitting to head of he seemed cool enough
then one morning i wook up and martin had disappeared i just thought he had got scared about heading of and never really bothered to much when some friends turned up and told me what the git had been up to (another story)
I wasn't going to let that git spoil my plans so with tony pushed on and got ready by friday night e were ready for the of.
Saturday came but the weather had turned and i wanted flat calm before heading out of the tyne into the North sea i was three days before the weather changed and we pulled the ropes in switched the engine on and the wee boat Aquarius headed doon the Tyne ...
It felt amazing passing all the massive boats and the Britania (queens old boat shit skips i checked)
Tony was really excited and craig and jazz were at the front of the boat barking their heads of at the mouth of the tyne i pulled in to the side to top up with diesel
and after a good meal thank good we headed out into the open river about a mile furter i spotted the bar(were the sea meets the river)
shit it looked like a bloody washing machine my wee boat was riding the waves 12 ft high then crashing down the other side when i turned to see tony he was was pucking over the back and that is where he stayed for the whole trip useless git he was the one who supposidly knew about boats all the time he had said do this don't do that and like an idiot i listened.
I made sure the dogs were secured below and quickly got back to the wheel after about a minute or so i got into it and the boat was riding the waves well and i turned Left up the coast ..
I noticed a Church on the shore was all light up and just thought wow after 16 hrs i happened to look out the window and the BLOODY CHURCH HADN'T MOVED i was shattered and asked tony to take the wheel but he was to busy still pucking up so i light a fag and carried on well eventually the tide turned and we made some good progress but i was shattered when i notice what i thought was a harbour ahead and after checking the chart was sure it was Blyth thank god for that i thought. so i got on the radio and using everything i was taught i called the harbour master for permission to enter..by this time it was pitch black and the sea was getting up again

HARBOUR MASTER BLYTH HARBOUR MASTER BLYTH

THIS IS AQUARIUS ThIS AQUARIUS

AQUARIUS AQUARIUS THIS IS BLYTH


HELLO SIR PERMISSION TO ENTER HARBOUR


AQUARIUS AQUARIUS PLEASE GO TO BERTH 24


HARBOURMASTER HARBOUR MASTER THANKYOU out KKKKssssshhhhhhh


Which was duly granted i was to head for berth 24 i had never enterd a harbour before but decided to swing right round and creep up the wall and all the time the harbour master was calling me asking all sorts and i was waffling to him when i came round the far edge of the peir i reckon he spotted us as the radio went suddenly quiet and i could see someone running to th edge of the wall waving his arms and shouting NO NO NO NO (i think)he was still there waving his arms trying to stop us from entering his wee posh marina the tarp on the boat had broken free and was blowing wildly in the wind and the old tyres i had as fenders were slapping against the boat the dogs were howling by now reckon they were ready for dinner
I could see he was addiment we weren't to enter sod that though i was shattered and Tony was worse than useless so i ploughed on and eventually found berth 24 right between 2 what must have been £1,000,000 boats sorry (yachts)

I had just finshed tying up when this git turned up scceaming and shouting at me saying did you not see me denying you acess ,by this time my brain had had enough and bloody Tony was still pucking git
when he finished shouting all i could think to say was

HEY THAT'S SOME WELCOME FRIEND he stormed of moaning and muttering something about getting the police to shift me


THAT WAS MY FIRST EVER SEA ADVENTURE







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We spent a couple of weeks there i really enjoyed it as there were horses in the field next to us, something really special about them and one i remembered fell asleep leaning on me and when mel came out of the caravan and shouted me he woke with a start and nearly fell over , but as usual money was really tight so one night sitting round the open fire having one of mel's wonderful stews we were trying to work out how to get some cash together to get a new caravan and where to head of to we decided to head down towards another parkup near Okehampton.

well after after dinner and a good chat we decide to go to the exeter carboot sale and scrape up what we could i had seen a wee caravan for £30 on one of the industrial estates .
so over the next few hours we got everything together that we didn't want and loaded it onto the flatbed and covered it up with a tarp.
Mel got a coffee together and then she headed of to bed .
I suddenly realised that i could scrap the caraavan and while mel slept i dismantled all the ally from the outside of the caravan and neatly folded t all onto the truck and then fell in bed shattered.
WHAT THE BLOODY F**KING HELL was the first thing i heard then i remembered the caravan i had thought i would be up before mel to tell her what i had done . (from the inside nothing had changed)
well she calmed down EVENTUALLY and we got ready to go to the bootsale 5.00 am start .
But by the time we arrived we couln't get the truck into the sale and they turned us away i thought bugger this we need the money so set the stall up next to the gates the people from the sale monaed a bit then buggered of and left us alone for the rest of the day .

We done really well and made well over £100 minus our veg that mel had shot of to get .we met some amazing people .
we sorted what was left back onto the truck and went and bought our new HOME (and with the money i made at the scrap yard we were solvent again happy days ... )

once we got the caravan back mel set to and within an hour she had made a wonderful new home at about ten we headed back out onto the open road Happy day's..



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Sunday, 17 August 2008

Tales from the Daft Hermits our life andy & mel

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On the way through town i had noticed a wee kebab shop and thought we deserved a wee treat (well a bloody big one) so i pulled up to the shop our home now sitting on top of the truck i was completely covered in oil and muck but sod it ,we walked into the shop and ordered a ton of food and then sat down eagerly waiting for it after what seemed an eternity the woman shouted out HOT & SPICY and i looked up and with my mouth watering shouted excitedly thats ME and was just about to head over to get it when i felt a bloody sharp pain in my right leg when i turned to see what it was Mel was sitting there saying i'll give you HOT & SPICY (still get the odd kick for that love eh)
We gathered the food together and headed out and got into the truck deciding to eat it on the lay-by out of town what a meal food never tasted so good and when we finished i could see that mel had suddenly realised she was going to have to climb up the side of the truck and shimmy along the side to the door she deffinetly didn't look happy (the wee snob in her had surfaced i think)
anyway after a lot of moaning we managed to get into the caravan with the clan and it wasn't long before the Hermits were farting and snoring happly away..
The next day we sat and thought were we wanted to head of to and decided it would be nice to head over to exeter again always had nice times when we have parked there before so that night late on i like to travel at night so much easier i think
We got half way there and i thought i needed a sleep before pushing on so mel done her ususal thing an within an hour there was a large meal ready and we sat and enjoyed it (apart from the odd comment about the state of the caravan )
after a few hours wee pulled of and set of to exeter money was a bit tight as our last jobs (well mels work hadn't paid the wages into the bank thankfully mine had gone through well any we spotted a field with spuds and sprouts growing an i guess you can imagine for the next few hours it was windows well opened i could have swore the dogs were ready for the off totally ashamed of us heading down the road trumping..
In the early hours we pulled into ide near exeter and mel asked me how we would get the caravan of the truck easy i said i undone all the straps and then tied one end of the caravan to a tree and simply drove of there you go babe HOME xxx (it was fine as her tele didn't move)







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Turtle island You are part of me

You Are Part Of Me
Lloyd Carl Owle (Cherokee)
You are part of me now
You touched me,
With your kindness and love
So enchanted.
Your soft lips are kind.
Your eyes glow with life.
I'm glad you touched me,
You're part of me now.

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Tales from the Daft Hermits our life andy & mel

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We were travelling down the A1 and everything was running smoothe we had travelled 200 miles that day (down from inverness)in our the leyland truck and had a really beautiful trip ,we decided to head into berwick and see if we could get something to eat . we were just entering berwick when we both noticed in the wing mirror the caravan had decided to turn RIGHT as we were going LEFT the noise was horrendous as the caravan scrapped along the road and then came to a stop resting against the kerb we looked at each another then jumped out of the tuck and headed to the back to see what had happened.It took a second or two before i realised that the a frame had copletely snapped we looked at each another and just started to laugh i pulled the caravan so it was in line with the truck and we went back to the cab to have a fag...
After about fifteen minutes i got back out and with the help of the chains and some rope managed to bodge it so the caravan was attached to the truck at least again then we headed of into berwick at 5 miles an hour and my wee orange whirley light going (cool dude)
we crept through the town then i noticed a sign for the local industrial estate and headed towards it whn i pulled up at a roundabout i saw two coppers sitting in their car staring at us and thought hre we go pulled over explain explain but no they let us go on probably to much paper work i guess anyway i found the industrial estate with outsating views out onto the north see and came to a halt well out the way i pulled on the hand brake and felt relieved to have got us of the road and found somewhere we could decide what to do.
Mel said she would sort a brew out and opened the door which was wipped from her hand the wind was roaring straight in from the sea and cold and i mean bloody cold we struggled to get to the caravan and mel made us both a brew and got the motley crew fed.
I had been thinking what to do the Leyland was a flat bed but i had no ramps etc and it was 5 ft of the ground i decided to have a scrounge about and see if i could make some temporary ramps after an hour wandering about looking in skips i managed to find some wood etc and set to building a set of ramps i had no whinch all i had was a set of whinch straps the type used to hold loads down on trucks .
2hours later i was ready to start pulling the caravn up the ramps 2 inches at a time then chock the wheels and undo the straps then start again slowly the caravan started to move up the ramps then i turned round and mel was standing there with a fag asking if i was ok i guessed i grunted fine babe you get back imto the cab the temprtur had dropped well away and the ice was forming on my beard so mel got into the cab and crawled into the sleeping bag i smoked the fag then carried on after another 1 or 2 hours the caravan was on the top of the ramps centeneters from resting on the bed of the truck when the wind got up and started to swing the caravan and it slipped of the home made ramps and CRASHED back to the road..god god god ..
I looked up the side of the truck and i could see mel struggling like hell trying to get out of the sleeping bag(she looked like a wee buttrerfly emerging from its slumber or maybe the cold was getting to me)
I just started laughing so much and she eventually came running up to me and asked if i was ok isaid i wa fine but when she sen the caravan had fallen of the ramps onto the road she started crying i held her and said it is ok babe and asked her to get me a fag and then set to getting the caravn onto the truck this time i got it smoothly and it seem quicker onto the flat bed and tyed it fimly to the bed of the truck i was just about to jump down when the two coppers i had seen earlie pulled up and asked there ususal questions i realised they thought i was stealing it i was in moo for theier bollocks and just said if i was going to steal a cravn it wouldn't be this pile of shite and they headed of.
I checked the ropes and jumped into the cab and started it up after a about 1/2 hr it started to warm up and we headed of to find the food we had originally came to town for ....
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Saturday, 16 August 2008

Rain WONDERFUL Rain



Pic by a.p.lowe


what joy RAIN
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What a beautiful day the rain is here
Watering the plant's in the gardens
The flowers are lowering their petal's for more drink
The frog's are hopping mad
The grass on the ground and hill's are looking very lush
What a wondrful day
The streams are rising and churning boulders away
And the birds are having a feast
My dog's are in the stream barking in disbelieve
The sky is getting darker now
And the dropplet's are getting bigger
The waterfall i can see is roaring down the glen
Such a pretty day when raining
There is a rainbow near the waterfall
And the colours are glisening
The wildlife enjoys it to as they preen there feathers
While watching you




by m.m.lowe

Friday, 15 August 2008

The great spirit from turtle island

Great Spirit
Great Spirit,
give us hearts to understand;
Never to take from creation's beauty more than we give;
Never to destroy wantonly for the furtherance of greed;
Never to deny to give our hands for the building of earth's beauty;
Never to take from her what we cannot use.

Give us hearts to understand
That to destroy earth's music is to create confusion;
That to wreck her appearance is to blind us to beauty;
That to callously pollute her fragrance is to make a house of stench;
That as we care for her she will care for us.

We have forgotten who we are.
We have sought only our own security.
We have exploited simply for our own ends.
We have distorted our knowledge.
We have abused our power.

Great Spirit, whose dry lands thirst,
help us to find the way to refresh your lands.

Great Spirit, whose waters are choked with debris and pollution,
help us to find the way to cleanse your waters.

Great Spirit, whose beautiful earth grows ugly with mis-use,
help us to find the way to restore beauty to your handiwork.

Great Spirit, whose creatures are being destroyed,
help us to find a way to replenish them.

Great Spirit, whose gifts to us are being lost
in selfishness and corruption,
help us to find the way to restore our humanity.



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a poem by mel

FRIEND
mel

2008-05-08 14:26:30 FRIEND
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There couldn't be anyone nicer
to send this message to than you
and to wish you special joy now and the whole year through
With warmth and understanding
such thoughtfulness you share
with tenderness of heart you always show you care
May all your special dreams be realised today
and may everything you wish for come along your way
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Thursday, 14 August 2008

scotland (land of the free )

...for as long as but a hundred of us remain alive, never will we on any conditions be brought under English rule. It is in truth not for glory, nor riches, nor honours that we are fighting, but for freedom - for that alone, which no honest man gives up but with life itself. - Declaration of Arbroath, 1320

first people

Cherokee Traveler's Greeting
I will draw thorns from your feet.
We will walk the White Path of Life together.
Like a brother of my own blood,
I will love you.
I will wipe tears from your eyes.
When you are sad,
I will put your aching heart to rest.


a really beautiful site


http://www.firstpeople.us


Originally Posted by hidden for privacy
The only time I think that hunting is acceptable is in the indigenous tribes of undeveloped countries where they depend on it for their survival.

However, we in the "civilised" west have free will - and as long as free will exists, choosing to hunt/fish for food is only a tad better than choosing to hunt for the thrill of it.



totally confused :

if you choose not to eat meat /fish etc etc that is your free will


I choose to eat meat and fish if i go to the chip shop and buy a fish supper am i being more civilised than if i go to the river /sea and catch a fish then kill it and eat it i dont think so my hypocricy /laziness comes when i stand in the shop and buy meat/fish but in my heart i know i should be facing the animal and showing it respect as i kill it.

we in the west have been lead so far from the reality of our food..


true freedom stroke free will only comes when we stop blanket bans or trying to impose our beliefs on everyone

ie smoking on trains cool if you dont smoke but if we are a caring people we should at least allow one carriage for the smokers real democrcy in action (the daft hermits)


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amazing honour today

I was blown clean out of my chair today.my little forum today was visited by blue heron and my it was linked to turtle island again this little black box stuns me..
our family has grown so massive now and we have so many people that care about us




we are so lucky to live i such a beautiful home (mother earth)


we feel tonight so much warmth washing over us a feeling so hard to put into words

but wow wow wow wow wow wow

Turtle island sioux prayer

A Sioux Prayer
Translated by Chief Yellow Lark - 1887
Oh, Great Spirit, whose voice I hear in the winds
Whose breath gives life to the world, hear me
I come to you as one of your many children
I am small and weak
I need your strength and wisdom

May I walk in beauty
Make my eyes ever behold the red and purple sunset.
Make my hands respect the things you have made
And my ears sharp to your voice.
Make me wise so that I may know the things you have taught your children.

The lessons you have written in every leaf and rock
Make me strong--------!
Not to be superior to my brothers, but to fight my greatest enemy....myself

Make me ever ready to come to you with straight eyes,
So that when life fades as the fading sunset,
May my spirit come to you without shame.

Wednesday, 13 August 2008

THE DAILY WAFFLE (by the daft hermits)

THE DAILY WAFFLE (by the daft hermits)
Mood: Tired Date Posted: 13-08--2008 at 07:06 PM - Comments (0)
MY dream by andy lowe my dream :
more waffle at http://theblackbus.999.org
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1.every house in scotland -the world to have no water rates
2.every house in sccotland -the world to have no electric bills
3.switch of every second street light


water bringer of life:

I belive that no one should have to pay for water when it falls from the sky (espicially in scotland eh.)

there are many companys that have systems already developed that harvest the rain water so once installed we can sit back and enjoy the rain knowing it is filling the tanks up thus saving us a fortune as well as the planet

I have listed a few companys to vist :

www.H20-group.co.uk


www.rainrecycle.co.uk


www.freerain.co.uk

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Drinking Rainwater
Think Before You Drink
People who think about drinking rainwater have a good idea, but their main concern is usually the rainwater quality. Rainwater in and of itself is not usually a problem, however Mother Nature does use water as a way to clean the sky as well as the rivers, lakes and streams. There are dangers and there are safety measures that must be taken, in today’s world of modern industry. First of safety measures, is the catchment system (area where water is caught, collected, directed and accumulated). Second is the filtration system (area and equipment used to make water potable). Third is the storage system (area where water is kept for sometimes long periods during consumption.

Pollution in the sky, dust particles, tar on roofs, chemical products that may be used for anything upon/of/within the catchment surface can end up in the rainwater tank. Water is more than life giving liquid; water is a substance that latches on to just about anything, that could be harmful (or even tasteful). The first step in understanding how rainwater quality can be achieved to the point of drinking it is the concept of hygiene. Water must come in contact with as little contaminants from the time of condensation in clouds, to the time it finally hits the human organism and if it does it must be filtered.

Keeping rainwater quality to the point of drinking it, means using a catchment system that is low impact; where, roof, gutters, downspout and primary containment areas, all have as little influence on the water as possible. Vinyl is good alternative for gutters and downspouts but all gutters can harbor bacteria. Asphalt is absolutely not a good choice, however unfortunately what is most found on the roof so the filtration process chosen must be effective.

Drinking rainwater that comes from a clean and well kept catchment system is still not acceptable for today’s standards of rainwater quality due to air pollutants that poison the water. Mechanical filters like screens and closed gutters, French drains, gravel, sand, sumps, grates, and wire mesh, and first flush units are all first steps in filtration. Just remember to always concentrate on bigger to smaller debris, and the filters will always be placed correctly in the catchment system.

Second step to achieving good rainwater quality from a catchment system is finer debris filtration. To really be sure that rainwater is suitable for drinking, the water must filtered. Do not take chances! Even if you live in the middle of the Brazilian Amazon Rainforest, pollution can get into your rainwater. So unless you are a specialist and know everything there is to know be sure and use something like a reverse osmosis system to ensure pure water quality. If you need to take out bad-news chemicals, the chemical filter is the best choice.

Storing the rainwater for drinking later means SSS. (Safe, solid and sealed). Safe, is water that comes into the storage facility after being fully filtered. Solid, is water that cannot escape or cannot be tainted by anything from outside the container (hence the word solid). Sealed, is water that does not float away due to evaporation.

Quickly going over drinking rainwater, we see that there are three parts to the whole process, catchment, filtration and storage. Each part needs to be given the proper attention. And the biggest rule is “don’t get water dirty in the first place”, and you will always know it is good for you but for most this is not possible. If you are going to drink rainwater filter rainwater, check places like ebay.com for complete reverse osmosis and other filtration systems and make them you last step to ensure pure water quality.




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the bee by a friend

B-Side" Written and performed by Loudon Wainwright 111 (Album 3)



It's wonderful to be alive
To be a bee in this bee-hive
It's tough as nails, it's smooth as silk
It's milk and honey without milk

I work with flowers
That's my work
From this there's no way that I can shirk
There is no complex philosophy
It's just because
I'm a bee

Unlike the skunk I do not smell
But I've a thing and it stings like hell
As heroes go, I'm unsung
But step on me and you'll get stung

The cutest bee that I've ever seen
Is our own big fat sexy queen
It's true she hasn't got such great legs
But you should see the girl lay eggs
It's wonderful to be a bee
Although there are billions just like me
This hive of mine I call it home
There is no place like comb sweet comb


as een on our flick bud ospreywatcher's page

Tuesday, 12 August 2008

eric the eagle

ERIC THE EAGLE
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Eric the eagle dosen't live far
He's always up to mischief
If he's not bugging the crows
He's sat on the t-mobile mast
And he know's he's in the wrong
He's even brought his family allong
And our laptop stop's
While eric feed's his young
He know's this i am sure as he squack's to the heavens
But we dont mind ERIC
It's his pals we don't like
AS they sit for hours laughing and jumping till eric ARRIVES

poem by m.m.lowe

john bible

Who am I

was thinking about the name tag travellers, though we call ourselves travellers just because that's what people seem to relate to us by, but I think off all of us in the world as travellers after all the planet is travelling at 36,0000 miles an hour. I believe in the human community I believe my friend in America or China or France etc is my neighbour just as much as the person that lives in a house I mile away.over the years I have been called every name under the sun I guess .all I know is my name is Andy and at the moment I live in a wee bus and I am trying to inspire people to live a more free life I have run my own business's before employing people, I have worked in factories ,swept the streets. been in the gutter a drunk covered in my own puke and piss,served my country as a craftsman in the reme .I love people but now choose to live as a hermit and to devote the rest of my life to helping people from afar..


With regards the net and laptops I can't believe what I have been able to do after only three months it feels like something is guiding me I sit and watch my fingers fly over this keyboard and I cant believe it is me.so many ideas rushing into my head so many things to write about I have cried and laughed so much sitting here by this little black box the absolute joy of being able to play an instrument at last ( always felt envy to people who could play the guitar etc)


I guess I would call myself an escapee someone that has jumped of the complete shite of the ad fueled plastic fast life no time to stand and stare(I think a poet wrote that maybe Wordsworth not sure I digress sorry bud) I want to be able to sit at the river even if it takes day's and gain the trust of the swans and feel the hairs on my neck rise as the swan comes out of the water to greet me and touch my hand keep your money I say I want to lay on the snow in winter and watch the stars bright above without being called a nutter I want to cry at the little bird that comes to me without being called a wimp I want to shout and scream when I feel hurt without being labled aggressive
Sorry mate waffling again I had better go hope to hear from you soon mate


All the best Andy

Rock

rock

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ANDY & MEL LOWE says:

ROCK
ROCK a poem by m m lowe
mel

2008-05-08 14:16:08 ROCK
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You simply are the greatest man
Iv'e ever come to find
Your always looking out for me
So lovely and so kind
You always know just what to say
When trouble comes around
You listen and give out good advice
A star without a doubt
were always chatting and laughing
And meeting up for tea
when ever i need to talk to you
your always there for me
I don't knowwhat i'd dowithout you
My man who cares like you
Your not just my friend you know
but my lover and husband too.


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Wee Hermits

"wee hermits"

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We are the wee hermits
Who live in the black bus
Far into the forest
And no people around
The dogs can run this way and that
And then jump into the river warming and black
We play in the river till the sun lowers herself behind the hills
Till twilight's here
And the bats are out in force
to catch their late dinner
We love living here
No people in sight
So quiet and still
No more rubbish around
as andy has cleared it all away
And what a difference
We can now see the rasberry's and lot's of other fruits
My favourite are the rassberry's soft and sweet
their juices run down your chin
Heaven is this place
Walk carefully cos MOTHER EARTH WILL WANT IT BACK xxx


poem by m.m.lowe

Monday, 11 August 2008

new filmaker after help

Posted: 11 Aug 2008 09:27 pm Post subject: info

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From: James Mortram
Date: 11/08/2008 21:35:34
To: andy
Subject: Re: New forum at the blackbus


Hi Andy,

thanks for the mail mate : D

So glad you think it's a good idea Andy - I regard your opinion and thoughts very highly - so that you think that its a good idea only serves to add flames to the fire of my conviction to get this made.

RE 2 - cost - hehe, dont ask - about 1300 quid - though I have seen them online used for 800... and wow! - SO kind you would say about helping out with funding the camera Andy but I have a principle that its my responsibility to get the money together for things like this, just the way I have to do things : D

Here is a clip shot with the camera I plan to get... really good images and already used for feature films! -

http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=5407702008304628473&vt=lf&hl=en

- but I am sure during the course of the project there will be many favors I beg of you mate ; ) - being interviewed for one : D - you would be great as you have so much practical knowledge and so many stories too...

Lining up people - going to take time to do I am sure but I think that the more I talk with different folks a kind of 'map' of folks will fall into place and I think 6-8 months of pre-production will be enough to sort it all out, mostly 1 on 1 interviews/lifestyle and maybe some footage of a meetup/festival/gathering... something important on the travelers calender... any ideas?

RE : Blackbus and the project - I absolutely think that the Blackbus will be explored within the project... the nature of travellers using the internet is quite a modern evolvement and has I believe helped bring communities together in a hitherto unparalleld way and is quite an interesting subject in itself.

If a documentary is made up of chapters I can see at least one chapter devoted to that mode of communication and its benefits. Its also a good way of highlighting the industriousness of people.

Yes, for sure you can post the email - maybe it will get folks talking and interested : D - you could maybe add this mail address if people want to get in touch and I will write a better post about the project after I have done a little more research etc - preperation is everything!

One thing I want to be sure to do is to try to capture the positives and negatives of the traveling lifestyle - there is good and bad in all walks of life so I think it will be important to illustrate the positives of things whilst representing the problems too. The most important thing of all will be to be impartial, not to fake anything and to make it about PEOPLE, for me thats the most important element of all, the whos the whats and whys... the film is not going to be about what I think... its going to be about the people in it - their views, their lives and their feelings and the things they have to endure to be who they choose to be.

Im considering the possibility of interviewing people opposed to travellers too, government and local council reps and people from communities too - to be sure not to have a biased narrative but I also think if I shoot an impartial film about people - do i really 'need' to worry about two sides of an argument?... I think it will just end up being a kind of character study and contempary study of travelling culture as I for one have seen nothing like that or about it for years, either on TV or cinema. So much of the planet let alone the UK is explored, so many kinds of people get swept under the carpet and I just feel that those stories have a real right to be told : D

Right, have to go in the house and watch Mum for a few hours now... have a great evening mate.

Oh, you mentioned watching the F1 race a few letters ago - are you a fan? - I am - love the races : D

Take care - look forwards to any thoughts you have Andy,

Jim
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