Chirk? You thought that I, Jay Cool and Blogger Extraordinaire, would finally make it to Chirk today? Wrong. The Chirk that never happened is so yesterday! Sure the Hubby would have been a lot happier and more amenable to splashing out for a few pints of Aspall’s, had we actually been to Chirk yesterday! But,Continue reading “Day 5.1: Prioress Cool of Wenlock”
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Feast of the Feline
On entry to The Tap, I find my gaze drawn towards a long-lashed beauty, perched at a high table on a bar stool, who presents an arresting site. I pause. I stare. I stare some more. Is it rude to stare so directly? To let one’s attention be frozen by one so sleek, smooth andContinue reading “Feast of the Feline”
Day 4.3: Mayoress of Sudbury Visits Oswestry
Stop. Start, stutter, stall? No, this time, and not unusually so, it’s quite a definite STOP. Again, my Dacia Sandero takes the lead. Seems we are not destined to arrive at Chirk after all – not yet awhile at least! Caught up in the thrill of the chase, in the excitement of unexpected turns andContinue reading “Day 4.3: Mayoress of Sudbury Visits Oswestry”
Keep Moving
‘The UK will remain a leading military power,’ says Theresa May (Press Association, 30th July, 2018). Line yourselves up in orderly fashion. Keep calm. Take care! Smoothly does it. Single file! No holding hands! Best feet forward. Leave the bad soles behind. The hungry, the sick, the old and insane. Come on! Fit – toContinue reading “Keep Moving”
Doing Nothing
I was inspired to get all poetical about Professor Gillian Leng, when I developed a bit of an empathetic itch after reading all about her inspirational NHS savings’ plan (SkyNews, June 30, 2018): ‘Doing nothing’ is ‘best.’ Promising zilch is fine. Talking with May is fair. It’s fair to chop an op or two.Continue reading “Doing Nothing”
Wonky Perfection
My right brow soars As the left falls flat deflated. My left eye winks Whilst its partner stares immobile. My right lip sinks As the left-twin gloats ecstatic. My left jowl sags Whilst its sibling lifts delighted. My shoulder shrugs and swipes my right ear, As my hat fuzzes and free-falls to my left. Continue reading “Wonky Perfection”
Day 4.2: Booted out of Whittington by Ancestor Dick!
Richard Whittington, courtesy of Wikipedia.org (Creative Commons) Start, stutter, stall ….. STOP! And herein lies the problem. I left you on the B5009, claiming that my Dacia Sandero was taking its Cool occupants from Queen’s Head to Chirk. I left you on a wave of excitement, as you thought I was about to take youContinue reading “Day 4.2: Booted out of Whittington by Ancestor Dick!”
Day 4.1: Queen’s Head – Wig to Water!
Game’s up! wikispaces.com The Game being up in Shrewsbury, we spend a temporary retirement in our ancestral home – Great Auntie Louie’s late abode, The Red Lion Inn in Myddle, Shropshire. And with Auntie Louie’s spirit having worked wonders, we are up and ready to be off again. Auntie Louie, by all accounts, always didContinue reading “Day 4.1: Queen’s Head – Wig to Water!”
The Stand
Golden locks matted and mounted upon an upturned tripod. Remnants of a life lived, displaying itself on the belly of a monster desperate for survival, desperate for another chance at living, dancing, twirling – desperate for just one more spin. Just one more stand. Copyright owned by Jay Cool, June 2018
Sagging Rear
Rear hanging in the balance, sagging through the split panels of a garden perch stuck, unliftable, wedged in and permanently planted and fused into an in-law’s trunk. A family tree conjoined – sprouting. Copyright of text & photography owned by Jay Cool, June 2018
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