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The infamous rootin' tootin' boots appeared to have gripped the nation. Not since Elizabeth Hurley wore "that dress" by Versace, has the world of glamour fashion been shaken to a complete standstill. OK maybe not quite a complete standstill, more of a sharp intake of breath. Much in the same way that the ever-optimistic Big Bird and the ever-pessimistic Oscar emanate from one and the same being, the presence of the boots appears to have divided Brand colleagues and fans alike.
This show was prerecorded (because on Saturday we were all at the live gig in Hackney) and it was thus filled to the brim with items galore. Everywhere your lil' mind could possibly dare to wander, there was an item awaiting you. We had a: "gay penguin" item, a "pornography" item, a "where to place a DVD" item and even a "woolly monkey birthing technique" item (very popular with our Simian listeners that is). It was also good to see the return of Matt's beloved "Cultural Review", this was an old 6music item where Matt attempts to review something cultural without being interrupted by Russell (not suprisingly this is a feat that has yet to be completed).
Congratulations to Noel and his newly-born baby boy "Donovan". No doubt a tiny little pair of skull-encrusted booties are being delivered to his door as we speak. Perhaps we should have an "Angry dad burns boots" item for next week!
Blame it on the Booties
Could we soon see a mutiny over the little booties?
As fingers point accusingly and Mamma McKenna texts accusingly,
Confusingly, gay penguins apparently don't know what to do you see,
And pornographic loyalty just ain't what it used to be, (where's that DVD?)
Amusingly, Russ & Big Bird shared a murmour and beautifully,
Might create a little brood of rat-suit Oscars delivered dutifully,
As Noel offers parental advice, another item exclusively
Is the explanation of Renault-Rhino relations....is it love?...Indisputably!
In the Cultural review we see, Matt coughing & wheezing untruthfully,
After pushing Russell into a whelchair and claiming comedic immunity,
Who can believe a Royal Variety Performance being stormed by big boots and see,
A man named "Brand" called to court for some water-sport tomfoolery!
Perhaps wearing of the rootin-tootin booties should be made mandatory after the Revolution? Make mine a pair in pink!
Joann x
Living in America (Florida, to be exact) it's hard for me to figure out when you guys are live, so I usually end up getting the podcast, about two days later.
I keep missing the e-mail for Mr. Brand, and I would really appreciate if I could have it from the horses mouth.
I love his boots, by the way. I have a pair of cherry-colored ones, not nearly as beautiful, and I think it's a great touch on his wardrobe.
I love your bit at the end, and I look forward to hearing it every week!
I'll be coming to London for our years, for college, and I can't wait to be able to hear you live!
Thanks again for putting on such a funny and clever show,
Love, always,
Madeline
I think that Matt should do a cultural review of one of russells shows including your poetry bits Mr Gee. that would be funny to hear!
i loved it when russells mom babs did a cultural review,, she should do it again xxxx
Yo Brand Man & The Gee,
Bingo Star ere.
I waz listening ter yer shoe, sorry show on Saturdee and 'eard yer talkin' about accupunture.
I 'ear yuv discovered ...... THE SECRET too!!!!
Accupunture from a woman.... me too.
I find it releases the energy..... ter the mind.. the QI!!!!
I go for treatment once a week, from me accupunturist that iz, only see me shrink once a month..... I'm fed up with me local dry cleaners.
I can't take 'aving some of me clothes ruined more than once a month - know what am sayin'!!!
Back ter the acc.... errrr yeah so once a week Russ man. It 'elps ter keep the mind clear and the 'umour flowing - know what am sayin'!!!!!
Last time I was there she showed me some extra movements ter keep the joints lose.
I said whats that...... Feng Sui.... (sounds like a chinese Micheal Schumacher).
She said no...... Tai Chi!
I'm feeling very confused now!
Chow!
Good day Russell, Matt, Mr Gee and associates.
Please allow me to introduce myself, my name is ______________? (Please fill in the blank)
I was invented on 10/08/2007 and I am an 8 week old tabby cat, but I have an issue.
This issue is a very serious matter to me because I feel I am lacking an identity. Although I have been living with my new family for just over a week now they are yet to supply me with an actual name.
I am a fairly well trained feline (mother dearest taught me the basics) but I feel slightly bewildered by the fact I don't have a name, which I really feel is hindering my education. I am trying so very hard to fit in with the family and they are buying that but I honestly have to question my progress.
I'm having to use my initiative with most things which I am finding a struggle at this early stage in my career as a cat. I even made a number 2 in the new litter tray they recently purchased, despite the fact that it was plastic, garishly yellow and filled with the scented gravel I despise. I prefer sawdust because it doesn't chafe so much. Anyway, to my horror when the lady came home from (I assume work) she congratulated me by calling her friend to share the news. I found the situation very embarrassing to be frank! How awkward! I've understood the toilet process for some time now, but was just patiently waiting to be named before breaking the tray in.
I do find the family very friendly, although I am weary. They quite obviously have never owned a pet before, thus the Idiots Guide to Kittenhood publication on the side in the study.
I maintained a cool head during the jabs, worming tablets and various checkups, but this anonymosity is causing me great heartache, my friends.
I don't bit or scratch. I'm one of the good ones, you know. I like playing, but I do tire easily at this young age. The boy entertains me with a plastic straw, which is an absolute joy, but I'm literally CLUTCHING AT STRAWS!
Surely I have rights. How long must I suffer in silence? Are there any help-lines or fact sheets you would be able to provide for me and other kittens in my situation?
Please please please can you help me out.
Yours hopefully
The name craving kitten.x
I'm seriously considering to get the skull/batwings boots' print as a tattoo on my arm or ankle ...
is that wrong ?
Hey there.
I didn't realise that there really was a kitten without a name!
I thought it was a witty, little mews, by the writer.
Please s'cuse the pun!
Apparently there really is a little kitten without a name.
Every part of it, true.
He does have a garish, new ,litter tray.
Had his first whoopsy reported with pride over the phone.
Was extreemly amused by the straw, but sadly, remains a kit without a name!
I wonder if they have named him yet.
Or "it" yet, I,m not sure of the sex.
I,m feeling a bit down today.
Don"t know if its the onset of PMT.
Yeah , probably is..........bummer being at the mercy of me hormones.
That must be why it is called the curse!
I was full of the joys of Autumn the other day.
But now feel all unsure.
I feel unloved and the thoughts of hoplessness are creeping into my conscious thinking.
It doesn't seem to take much to knock me back.
I went out with my friend the other night.
Apart from, wasting money in the restauraunt, [which, did annoy me, coz, I ain't got much of it to throw about]
I was brought down, when talking with my friend.
She has fought with mental illness, for a coupla years now.
It is kept under wraps by medication.
But now annually there seems to be a cycle of a breakdown and she gets carted off to the local mental hospital.
It couldn't happen to a nicer person.
She is so attractive, slim well dressed and has dignity.
Her demure countenance has no confidence.
Her spirit has been broken by what life has thrown at her.
The first time, she had a breakdown, when it happened, it was devastating.
Life all just got too much for her and she became severely mentally ill.
She has had about ten peoples worth of bad luck in her life.
Its very distressing to watch someone who is quiet, that would'nt say boo to a goose, slowly become paranoid, and loose all sense of reality.
Sometimes I wonder if its down to not facing problems and dealing with them. Its so important to have a sense of power and a certain amount of control over your own life.
But I'm no Doctor and it is very unwise to speculate.
Its funny , people can deal with physical illness, but mental illness is such a taboo.
Anyway, we were trying to enjoy a night out together with the kids.
[they were very good, till after a few hours they got bored and started throwing the cushions about. Eventually hitting the chair of the dinner party a small distance away from them.]
I asked my friend how her new medication was coming on. As she had recently changed onto a different drug, so she didnt feel so sleepy all the time. All seemed to be going well.
Her worry was that if the illness started to come on again, how would she see the signs and be able to manage it.
The last time,was disasterous.
Her Mum was away on holiday.
So social workers, came and took her daughter out. They were very good, and efficient, taking her out to the cinema and then to her Grandads, when he returned home from work.
Unfortunately the handling of my friend was awful.
A load of police came into her house and took her by force. They loaded her into a van and strapped her down onto a bed to be transported so she could not move.
It was terrifying. When she was in the hospital a load of men wrestled her to the floor and pulled her trousers down, to injected her bum.
She is so terrified that if she should relapse, the same scenario would be repeated.
When she is in her right mind, a more mild mannered person, you couldn't wish to meet.
Her recollections of events when she is ill, are patchy and she call only recall some things.
Sadly the treatment she received while in the throws of the terrible confusion, are all too vivid in her mind.
She can recall what she went through and how it felt in detail.
I wanted to reach out to her and empathise.
The process was heartrendering.
A great wave of subdued, morose, surrendered, unfair,tormenting, darkness surrounded us as we joined in the recollection of events.
I told her that the human rights movements are doing all they can to, stop enforced encarsaration.
The awareness, is moving on in respect to the law.
I also said that it had been looked at recently, in parliament.
It was considered at in a very objective way.
Sadly there have been serious consequences of mentally ill people, in the throws illness, un monitored in the community, and subsequently on occasions very volatile and dangerous, ending in a fatalities.
This sparked understandable lobbying to protect society.
There is zero tolerance, as a blanket policy when it comes to public protection.
This encroaches on the rights of patients to dictate how they would prefer to be managed, when having an episode.
Everyone becomes tarred with the same brush.
I suggested to my friend, that she could ask her nurse or psychiatrist to do a care plan for if she should need to be taken to the hospital.
My friend who works in Slough, supporting people living in the community with mental health problems, said that there should be the same provision across the country.
She said that if it had happened to one of her clients, she could talk them, into going quietly to hospital and even accompany them.
It disturbed me deeply, that my friend has to live with the threat of illness encroaching on her perceptions.
I wondered if I had said too much. By saying how the subject was being tackled , from different perspectives.
I wondered if I had made her feel more wretched.
But sometimes there is a sort of spirit of dissilusionment that hovers over. Acting as part of the affliction.
It all brings me to the point of being aware of the fine line some of us can live with.
The line of stoking the fire of hope. To live in a reasonable mental state.
Now I feel all wobbly.
I know, in time with daily routines of self care I can stay stable myself. Things do have the power to put you over the edge if you let them.
I feel so selfish to say that I feel like bieng with this friend sucked all my joy. But it really feels like it did. As If some of the desparation jumped onto me.
I' do know, that PMT plays a major part in my own cycle though.
Last month I was crying as we walked to the internet bar, saying to my son,
"nobody loves me!"
My own survival, to a healthy mind usually depends on a huge amount of escapism and a certain amount of helpful self deception.
Rearranging perceptions.
Some people are unable to do that.
How dreadful!
What a nightmare.
Fear can be a terrible thing.
What's on your mind,
Is it written in indelible ink?
If I take my magic wand
Can I make the resonance sink
Have you thought where
That thought came from
Was it from your own mind
Or did it appear with a wink.
Was it intercepted,
Interpreted ready for action
Matching, the thoughts
Procrastinating or hatching
Is it subtly snatching?
To which emotions is it latching?
Watch your thought life
Like an enlightened
being, away from identities matching
Take the advice of the gurus
Listen to the meandering, musings.
Know that they don't,
Define,the person on who
You are trying to make rulings.
Be a friend to yourself.
Advocacy is at stake
A wounded mind you cannot break
Leave the broken reed
To grow in the lake
Surround it with fresh air and space
Let the wind blow on it
It can grow strong, in its wake.
Will the torrents of anxiety subside.
Only if room for yourself
You provide
Speak into being, what is absent
Those words will kill the doubt
Take a different way home today
Avoid the bullies, that lay in wait
Release the lions at the door
There will be attack NO more
A great majesty must be protected
That was deposited in you
You have been elected
Eyes may not see it
But it is apparent and all laid bare
How great you are
What you are about to share
In an unsuspecting moment
It will pounce from within giving pay
To all who languish within
No one can unlock the confines of the heart
Because they are free
In flight
Ready to start
It is our reality we must confront
It has no power
As it runs
Trying to shunt
Stop
we will take control
Climb out of this risidual hole
Grow
Face the day
Hide no more like a mole
Take back what they stole
Those bickering poisonous thoughts
In my mind
No place
For them there is no grace
Out
Of my head I will chase
When they tire
I'll increase the pace
The better of me they will not find
Love and goodness
I will hide behind
Hope and peace will
Mark my soul
As I meander through
Sweet lanes of fragrant blossom
Taking paths of tranquil radiance
That unfold unwind
A breath will consume my being
Recognition of past fears
will fade into insignificance
They will have no meaning
Its a new order I am seeing
God bless you
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
ODE TO THE MAN
He feels at ease
Sobriety appeased
Oblivious yet ever so aware
Watching without a ruddy care
Legs crossed, nothing spared
Head tilted yet continuous grin
Feeding on their emotions
Gobbling up their notions
Digesting own illusion
Chewing, but that connection is long lost
The man doesn't mean to scare
with the toothless grin he struggles to conceal
secretly proud but it won't go unnoticed
The booze touches lips, grin remains unkissed
Vile thoughts enter brain, composure remains
The man even grins when he's sad.
Looking around at the love he never had.
An empty look, looking up and down, around
The man is a looker but is anything but profound
I guess he just wanted a drink
Who are we
to deny
the man the chance to quench his thirst?
And top up gaping hole. It was odd yet diverse.
False pretense with faux happiness digress
Who is he, what does he want from us.
We merely watch without question?
oh! he went.
When I came in for a coffee the other week the barman asked me ever so politely how many sugars I desired.
He was courtious and very polite.
Anyway, the question came as a surprise to me because I always just assumed that people know - when it comes to sugar.
"Am I not sweet enough?" I asked him jokingly. He just looked at me with a blank expression on his cute little face.
I finally caved in and revealed the fact that I favour 2 sugars in my coffee.
Without warning, this charming young barman then proceeded to take his dirty great shovels of hands into the sugar bowl, claiming a couple of cubes of those innocent sterile sweet lumps and then deposited them into my steaming coffee cup.
I sat there, literally dumbfounded. It was as if time had just stood still!! I was speechless...
I am accustomed to being handed the bowl and a spoon. I am not so pompous in expecting to be handed silver tweezers and diamond encrusted sugar dish. No maam.
My feelings to follow were not nice. I decided to confront the situation and teasingly questioned the motives of this affrontage.
"You could have passed me the bowl," I laughed with caution. He merely responded with a very blunt: "MY 'ANS ARE CLEAN LUV" then shot away in disgust.
Did I hurt his feelings? Who was right and who was wrong? I decided not to pursue the matter because already the guilt had taken me over, but how wrong I was to feel the shame. For there was more to follow..
Here we are a week later, sat in a very similar awkward situation. Please allow me to continue...
A familiar face asked an aquaintance of mine what he wanted to drink. To which my friend retored, "A glass of your finest tap-water, if you please!" pointing towards the Beer Pump. "You know the code!" he chucked to himself. "Why did I say that? Am I trying to disguise my alcoholic tendencies?"
The barman remained unamused and proceeded to pour the beverage with a composure that was really quite unsettling.
We weren't too keen on his stance. What had upset him so much to shun our very being?
What was he chewing on?
What wasn't he telling us?
When the beer glass was duly slammed on the bar, my friend paid the price then extended thirsty hand to accept the liquid. Patiently awaitng due change, he looked down at the glass in his hand slowing slipping through his grasp.
"What on earth is happening?" my friend cried! "The glass appears to have taken on a life of its own"
He delicately placed the receptacle on the bar and accepted the 拢2 change from the once charming barman.
Well let me tell you this - not only was I confused with what was coming up but I was horrified.
The golden 拢2 nugget he was handed back was absolutely gross. It was greasy and vile. When my friend tried to place it into his wallet, it nearly slipped out of his hand like a bar of wet soap!!!
Why would this be happening? The currency contained more calories than a KFC family bucket! I know grease is the word, but this is an absolute outrage - and I wasn't buying it.
Calories? Hold on, what was the barman chewing on earlier?
My cranial cogs started to churn and digest what they hey earlier 'fed' on.
It all came to me in a flooding torrent!
The Barman had earlier been well tucked into a "flaming chicken sizzler cheesy melt wrap", much of which remained in and around his chops, and most obviously on his now-greasy charming digits.
We had recently seen him ravaging around, literally buried in the paperwork on the fastfood outlets' trademark wrappings.
I then came to the assumption that my friend greasy golden nugget had been tainted by the barmans lubricated touch. YUK!
I now have O.C.D and I deal with it on a daily basis but we have tried to bring the coffee/sugar incident together with the slippy coin/beer episode to his attention.
But it was like going to the entrance to a cave and challanging a fiery dragon with just a flimsy shield and sword to a dual. We thought better of the matter and walked away with our dignity intact.
Please just have your wits about you when you next go out for a nice lunchtime coffee and ask for sugar. Just be careful out there!!
Our love to you all is infinate. xxxxxx
"Think of a topic that we can both prattle on about," she says in an anti-consumeristic tone.
She didn't really want to name a particular store participating in the obesity of our nation.
A*da.
T*sco.
S*insburys.
Iceland is a very nice country, isn't it?
She the went on to express how shocked she was at her own disgust when sighting her never ending trail of pushing the, "I act on my own impulse' trolley through the labyrinth of full to the brim biscuit aisles, saturated sacks of bulging salted crispy snacks...
She did reassure me that she did know where she was going with this...
"I know where I'm going with this," she confirmed.
..the sugary soda bubbling with teeth rotting pop in all its un-recyclable glory. And numerous other things, she cared not mention, fattening the nation to its morbidly obese demise.
"So that topic is off the agenda." she abruptly concluded.
"What shall we blog about?" she continued, as I sat here typing the words almost as fast as they were coming out of her mouth.
Literally collecting her words...
Capturing them. Encapsulating them...
"I'm utterly bored of the war now, so I won't ever be blogging about that one again," she huffed. "We might as well consider Iran a part of the British Empire now, because clearly nobody gives a flying Falafel, do they?"
We had just put it out to the barman: 'How do we spell FALAFEL??'
We sat in eager anticipation, awaiting the kind barman's diction, when all of a sudden, there was a loud interjection when an anonymous patron piped up, "F - A - L - A - F - E - L !!"
Anon then stole our attention with the great range of lovely flavours and condiments you can add to the humble chick pea delicacy,salad and things like that..
Then I quickly shot him down with a raised hand [for his own benefit] and said, "hey ..Guy... I just wanted too spell the word , not taste it!'
We all resumed our internet interaction with a delicious fervor, although my friend and I did have to contain our guffaws and snorts with hunched shoulders, trying to stick to that task in hand.
I confessed that I had sat next to that guy last night and I admitted that he made me feel a tad uncomfortable..
I didn't need to say anymore because she agreed, admitting that she had sat right next to him in the past, sighting incidents of him behaving rather strangely in an oddly erratic fashion.
As if on cue, the sudden nervous twitches occurred, awakening us from our daydream!
We were too embarrassed to take a sideways glance. We remained aware of his presence but refused to acknowledge it because we are busy doing this blog..
======Bob Marley's classic 'Don't Worry About A Thing' starts up on the jukebox at this point and prompts us to disregard our odd little neighbour and continue as follows=======
"Another topic off the hit-list today, is the religion aspect," she whispered with a frightfully complex expression, I was in no way ready to understand.
She then nudged me, with a sly wink, stating that she had been turfed out of church 2 years previously for speaking her mind and expressing her spiritual freedom within the institution. Obviously ruffling the feathers of the high and mighty who would give you a taste of heaven's window, then expect you to comply with their membership requirements.
This was another of the topics we would decide not to discuss because we just didn't want to highlight our anguish.
I honestly and whole-heartedly agreed with her wise decision NOT to blog about the above category. The main reason for this...
An overzealous vocal 'friend of a friend' with the aggressive preach patterns, very black and white in his ways, who happens to grate my very soul with the sound of his own opinionated voice.
I must be honest, I do struggle to tolerate, on a daily basis, his dogma. I appreciate his enthusiasm but his general approach lacks a certain sensitivity.
It's like he's whipping it out and rubbing everyone's faces in it. I won't even mention the many fishy logo's glued to his car. I won't mention them.
We agreed in unison not allow the matter to taint our blog.
"i just want to let it all hang loose," she exhaled in a resigning flow. "Relax, not judge what I am struggling to perceive. Or be judged by my own perceptions."
I understood how she felt because I, too, had a similar outlook on this current life. Life is for living, can't we just deal with it on a day to day basis and not have to convey our faiths in their most unflattering light.
"I want to be free to trust in the simplicity of life," my friend quipped. "Life is raw, life is simple and precious."
[In the words of The Beatles.]
"What is now, has been before and will be again. So what's the point in trying to dissect what is so far out of our hands. Out of reach."
Together we spoke, feeling a loyalty to our truths. To things we held so dear, we were able to put our hands on our hearts. In unison, once again.
"With all the trials and struggles in my life, my loyalty lies in 'what is now? Not, what could be, not what might have been, what was and what wasn't"
The mind boggles, any number of dilemmas will hover around us at any given time. But to a reasonable extent, our lives will remain fairly predictable. We will do that we possibly can to stay true.
The rights and wrongs of this and that, at the end of the day or night, belong to you and me, and him and her and her and him...
We also agreed not to blog about chavs. We'll leave that till next time..
Until then, I wait for you... ciao..
Please accept our love, it's unconditional. xxxx
Someone get me out of here,
I ain't in the jungle
I'm in cape fear!
Can't drown my sorrows
In a pint of beer.
If you don't fit in
Dont bother me dear.
Get your moaning
miserable voice
out of my ear.
Its too late, no ones interested
Your banter to me is a bore
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I served my purpose long ago
When great skill and natural
composure
I could show
I reach for a hand
Grasp in the place
Where I stand
Not a hope, mate
Sorry this place is closed
to the likes of you.
Where can I go
I need to validate my life
Always pain, trouble and strife.
NO,NO Only jokin, come in!!!
Theres a seat
It's warm in here
Some one I want you to meet
Wander in my dreams
its still and theres a gentle breeze
Lookin my eyes
let the craziness freeze
Rooted to the spot
I took the time
to see that you please
You lit up my life
When there was no help
the pressure was closing in
I watched as you
put your hope in the
disgraceful
to me you chose
to cling
So now I will
tend your grass
hemmed in by my
jealosy
I cant tolerate farce
We can walk together
you see
You never did belong
To a place full of
contention
and continual wrong
Connection secure
Stick with me kid
our calling is sure
shut the gate
its late
and I,m quite protected.
Don't call at my door
Hi guys.
How are you today?
Well you,ve only yourself to blame.
You cant keep using holidays like Halloween to go on a bender.
What do you expect, you wont get any sympathy from me.
Now down to business.
I sort of made a promise to myself, that I will only use this blogsite when I,ve really got something to say that I believe.
MMM dubious, premise to start on really!
Sadly you get lumbered with all the things flying around in my mind....Sorry!
I really wish I could say a funny, humorous, little ditty.
But today I,ve got a little serious.
MMmmm, feel a bit bad really.
I am aware that I am completely missing the tone of the show!
But I dont know where else to write.
I feel connected to a special compassion and inquisitive openess surrounding Russell and his fans.
I feel that I could say anything, and wont get judged.
I went on my face book the other day having stupidly had installed an honesty box.
Some spiteful person wrote that I am arrogant and dont care about peoples feelings.
That is such an abuse of an unwritten gentlemans agreement.
The Svines.
I laughed as my young brothers are on it, and I have noticed in their message board the sort of sweet brotherly raport they have aquired.
By sending one word statements like.
See you next Tuesday.
Any way, what I wanted to talk to you about was this.
The other night I was watching part of a film on TV.
I had never seen it before.
Jodie Foster was playing a wild woman of the woods and Liam Neeson a sort of doctor interested in observing and trying to help her.
You probably know it, it was called Nell.
At the end I was in floods of tears.
Liam Neesons efforts to help the woman just ended up ruining her life.
There was a happy ending, but it looked really bad for a while.
It reminded me of when I worked in a special school before I had littlun.
I was so pleased to be working with these small kids, because I had worked with adults before that.
The adults had experienced years of discrimination and were thoroughly institutionalized.
So to work with the tinies, was a lovely challange.
To give them great self image and to mainly try to gently help them break out into the world as we know it.
There was an adourable little girl.
Wild as anything. She had been severely brain damaged by menengitis. Whenever her Mum came in, the tears would be just flowing down her cheeks.
As she remembered her daughter before, when she was fine.
The little girl would kick and wriggle when you tried to get anywhere near her.
Eventually after a year or so she was able to stop and look into your eyes and sit on your knee. Interacting beautifully.
But one day she came in and it was obvious by her fear and body language, that she had been interfered with. This was evident when we had to change her nappy.
It breaks my heart now.
If only I,d have left her in her ferral state, she could have protected herself.
There was also a young child, he was unable to interact at all.
He would just look in the mirror and pull his face. He couldnt bear to be touched. Silent and tactile defensive. Completely locked into another world.
I loved him so much!
After working with him for a few years he could communicate by using the little sounds he was able to make. He could laugh and smile. To me it was an amazing feat.
He was totally changed in my eyes.
Instead of zero interaction he was interactiong in the way he could. He would touch you make eye contact.
Before he barely knew you were there.
With his limited motor skils he would reach out and try to communicate.
When he moved up into another class.
The staff told me , they had to keep him in a wheel chair all the time.
[He didnt need one, but it contained him in their eyes.]
The reason for this was, they said, because he pinched them and others, screaming.
This was a travesty to me.
They had no idea how far he had come. He was trying to communicate in the only way he could.
My great regret was changing his world. It only served to alienate him from others.
I should have left him alone.
Well, now all the darling children I worked will be well in their late teens.
God bless them.
I wrote a poem.
I thought I would give you the insight, so you can see where I am coming from.
Don't break my heart
Don't break my heart
Don't hurt the ones I love
I don't have the flame
To reignite
Their burning light
Please allow their radiance
To stay clear
In perfect sight
As you collect my tears in a vial
Would they cause fears to rile
May they burn through
Fulorn shapes unclear
Tend and mend brokeness
Dark paths of slack dissapear
Stay close
Stay close
Lets keep it vital compelling
Dont let love slip out of my hand
I should have let you
Stay back with
Your protective endowment
Not lift it to love you
And lead you
To unchartered ground
My embrace I offer
Compensatory gift
A sated heart will float
So I hurl it to
The bottom of the abyss
Leave it there
Untouched
Undiscovered
So I can smile
On the bright morning mist
I can't waste time
To concoct what is hollow
Where can I go that
you really won't follow?
I can't get away
It's so absurd the agony of pain
That won't be heard
Trivial damnation
Will remain your lot
Till you dart into darkness
and fall like a shot
Who grived, who sighed
Relieved?
Is it the same for the girders of gain
How can love shine out
In unceasing pain
So soft insincere
visions will wallow
Of a time left in trust
Kept in chains till tomorrow
I can't waste time
To concoct what is hollow
Where can I go that
you really won't follow?
I can't get away
It's so absurd the agony of pain
That won't be heard
Trivial damnation
Will remain your lot
Till you dart into darkness
and fall like a shot
Who grived, who sighed
Relieved?
Is it the same for the girders of gain
How can love shine out
In unceasing pain
So soft insincere
visions will wallow
Of a time left in trust
Kept in chains till tomorrow
Hii Guys
Can I Just Say
I BLOODY LOVE RUSSELL BRAND
Soz If This Sounds Weird
But I Doo Relii Lovee Him
Hes Sooo Funny
I Relii Wish I Could Meet Russell
Okay Just Wanted You All 2 Know
Bye x
Please I Wanna Meet Russell x
Good day sir.
i'd just like to say from the humble kindness in my heart.
how daaaymn transcendent & priceless Russell's 'Booky Wook' concluded to be.
one of the most not only fashionably authentic things i've ever read but one of the most beautifully written pieces of literary work i've ever read!.
fabuuulloouss.
more of the written word from you please!
best wishes.
x