What was the last thing you searched for online? Why were you looking for it?
Well, you asked so I have answered. I’m currently working a nightshift and it’s slowed down a tad so I’m just checking up on what was going on in one of my favourite places on earth. I usually check in and read the news and this is what I found.
Volcano still active
The volcano is still erupting around the fault line, it comes and goes quite regularly but this last one was quite spectacular.
An ice cave collapsed killing one person i believe, however all others have been rescued and are safe.
A 16 yo is in custody after stabbing some people at a concert, it seems the world’s cancer has now reached this beautiful place.
I kind of wish I hadn’t made that search.
Hey ho, that is quite depressing.
Stay safe everyone, who knows one day Peace might be infectious.
I was a product of the 60s and the only choice we had back in my childhood was 405 or 625 lines B/W Tv. Once turned on you had to give all the valves good time to warm up until a picture appeared, in truth you could probably go into the kitchen and make a snack before the ghosting even started to appear on the screen.
An old 405 lines tv
Back then we only had two channels, BBC and ATV, that was the forerunner of ITV.
No Adverts and only a few hours scheduling a day meant that you were more likely to see the test card transmission than any real TV program.
To be honest I probably listened more to my little transistor radio, or tranny as it was known then, nowadays I’d probably be pulled up by the PC brigade for even saying that.
We spent most of our days outside playing and exploring so TV never really factored into my formative years, I can’t really pinpoint specific programs I did watch however one really stuck in my mind as a funny moment. That used to be when we would watch a program called “Pot Black” it was a snooker program. However it was hard to determine colours of the balls on a black and white screen. It was funny when the commentators mentioned a coloured ball that they would refer to as “the grey looking one in the top corner” In fact they all had this colour as they were all just shades.
Aye, what with all your 1080, ultra HD 4K super duper vision you have now, you’ve never had it so good. But back in the day when it was a new technology it was truly ground breaking. I remember my old man saying “it’ll never take off”, how wrong was he?
Shift work kind of kills the typical, morning, afternoon night thing as being the favourite time of day. My whole outlook changes depending as to what shift I’m on as sometimes I’m coming home when others are heading out and vice versa.
Pondering
So for me my favourite time is always the coming home. Whatever shift I’m on. After 30+ years of marriage I’m still as excited to get home and see the wife as the day we first met. And that’s something in my book, to still have that same feeling about someone all those years later. It’s just the two of us now so it means more to me than ever.
So I experience that favourite time every day without fail.
Recently it’s been a great release for me. I have been able to express myself with raw emotion, writing through tear stained eyes and a pain in my heart that seems to grow day by day.
With writing you can capture the moment, whether good, bad or indifferent, it’s truly your personal history being documented.
For me, it’s my journal, it helps me get things in perspective. And due to the trauma of recent days, when people make contact it’s good to be able to send a link : Is there a cure for a broken heart 💔 and then they can read the post and instantly know how you are feeling. It’s hard to talk when emotions are so raw.
Difficult one this. I class myself as an optimistic pessimist, it’s a bit of an oxymoron I know but I can’t think of how else to label it.
I’m always prepared for the worst and I upset myself easily there, but I’m also looking for positives to ease the pain I guess. We currently have a situation going on where over the last few days I’ve really been no use to anyone, I’m breaking down a lot, mainly in private but I’ve been caught a couple of times and then I feel shame. I don’t know why but I do.
I’m sticking with my label, if I didn’t I think I’d go over the edge as I tend to think too deeply.
I shouldn’t be looking to the future as that can change in a heartbeat and why should I worry about what hasn’t even happened yet?
But I do.
I need to be thinking of the moment and nothing more.
1. having the same characteristics or qualities as; similar to.”he used to have a car like mine”
2. used to draw attention to the nature of an action or event.”I apologize for coming over unannounced like this”
conjunction
1. in the same way that; as.”people who change countries like they change clothes”
2. as though; as if.”I felt like I’d been kicked by a camel”
noun
used with reference to a person or thing of the same kind as another.”the quotations could be arranged to put like with like”
adjective
(of a person or thing) having similar qualities or characteristics to another person or thing.”I responded in like manner”
adverb
1. INFORMAL-used in speech as a meaningless filler or to signify the speaker’s uncertainty about an expression just used.”there was this funny smell—sort of dusty like”
2. INFORMAL-used to convey a person’s reported attitude or feelings in the form of direct speech (whether or not representing an actual quotation).”so she comes into the room and she’s like ‘Where is everybody?’”
Oxford Dictionary
A perfectly good word until the informal use is implemented. It seems as if everyone these days just throws the word into the conversation and for some reason I end up just focusing on the word “Like”
If you were going to open up a shop, what would you sell?
I miss the stores such as Maplins (aka Radio Shack). When I used to go into town with the wife at the weekends she would go do her thing and I would go into and spend a lot of time in Maplins. For her it was like a kind of Man Crèche as she knew where she could easily find me ( don’t forget this was in the days when mobile communication was in its infancy)
Here you could buy individual electrical components, it must have been murder doing a stocktake. But I loved it. All the kits, all the ideas, and all the boys toys you could dream of.
I really miss Maplins.
I’d also love to have a store where you could get hold of good quality retro games, and equipment at a reasonable price, not at rip off prices that are currently being seen on auction sites. People really do have inflated ideas of the worth of items only a few decades old, they really are becoming the new antiquities.
So maybe the shop I’d like to own would be a mix of Maplins and a quality second hand store of memories. Somewhere the hobbyist or dreamer could walk into and spend a good while reminiscing, and maybe buying some stuff.
Foxes Den 
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