WHATS GOING ON IN BASRADAVA

2023-03-16T06:03:00.004-07:00

AROUND EVERY CORNER. Life can appear as if it is an illogical repition of the day before, before. Yet the onus is on us to change it, adapt it to suit, or simply ladedahdedah it. Ever thought about an alternate route to your regular place, ever taken pics as you head on your way? A different route may be like a spring clean, finding a change is as good as a cure. Taking pics on route may fire up in you an imaginative spirit when you look back on what you have collected.

The apperance of life in it's raw form can most certainly dum the brain into submission, locking out the prospect of change. So the spiders web can entrap you, but only if you allow it to dum your brain into submission. I used to work in the city of London, around the axis of The Bank of England and Threadneedle Street. I used to work on electrical maintenace of resturant equipment for a chain of teashops, covering the city and the west end. One of the pleasures of my job was we were on foot, toolbag in hand I changed my routes so many times. It was amazing the hidden gems you would find hidden in 60's London's streets, alleyways, and mews. Not only history, but aspects of life you might have missed. Such moments allowed me to never touch the spiders web.

THE BEAUTIFUL BEE

2020-06-03T05:36:00.001-07:00

ALWAYS IN A HURRY by John Townsend

2020-02-11T09:03:00.001-08:00

I NEVER SLEEP I DREAM John W Townsend

2020-01-14T05:41:00.001-08:00

Cat Man Do - Simon's Cat | SHORTS #1

2019-10-08T07:02:00.001-07:00

GIRL WITH A SMILE

2017-12-01T04:51:00.001-08:00

BEYOND THE PLUGHOLE

2017-12-01T04:48:00.001-08:00

TICK TOCK TOCK TICK by John Townsend

2017-12-01T04:47:00.001-08:00

LONDON THROUGH A LENS - by John W Townsend

2017-11-24T14:06:00.003-08:00

https://youtu.be/RvGSCOO0F_o

LONDON THROUGH A LENS

VIDEO & MUSIC by John W Townsend

A city survives

will thrive

stay alive,

it's life exists

who move along its artuery ways,

they are it's blood

it's physical soul

the enigma it became

its name.

THE ON-LINE SHOP - REVISITED by John W Townsend

2017-11-24T14:03:00.004-08:00

Alright, I was shaken by the surreal experience with my new PC, and I do admit I kept away from it for two days. In the end I sent an email to the Online Shop where I purchased it, and though I found it difficult to explain, I did in the end ask them about this weird experience. They replied pronto, telling me . "The advanced system enhances your search experience by transporting you to the event, place, or the nearest search that can be matched, this is called 'CURTAINS-MUSTA' or CM. If you do not want to use the CM facility then type in your search in higher case letters. We hope you are pleased with your product.'

Their reply reassured me, but I cannot believe that for the small price I paid I have such an advanced PC.

That day I returned to the PC, showing not a care in the world. Thought I would search out some of the historical events that shaped our world. 'Life 10,000 years bc' , The one thing I did not do, yes you have guessed it, higher case. In an instant I found myself sitting at my PC in something like an open wild field, with tree's not far away looking like a tropical rainforest. "This is magnificent!" I exclaimed, as huge winged creatures flew overhead, Their wingspan looking like they must be,30 to 35 feet. I had been so taken by the beautiful view that I did not look behind me, at least until I heard a roar so loud that the chair I sat in resonated. I spun around only to see a massive beast something like a pre-historic monster, appearing to be very disgruntled at my prescance, at the same time its head eyes fixed on me,with its open mouth wide open. As it did it swung low over my head, roaring so loud it was deafening.

I was not hesitant, nor seeking to negotiate, I hit the back button with a firm strike, as I did I found myself back at home. "Phew!" I exclaimed, my system racing with excitement. "This is fantastic!"

I was so excited that I typed in 'The sermon on the Mount.' Oh my what had I done.

Instantly I found myself sitting there among an enormous gathering of people, They were listening to a man speaking. It could only be Jesus for even though I could hear his words and not understand them, it was obvious. He stood on the rise of the Mount, a calm peaceable man. I felt a fool sitting at my PC, which was at a slight incline. I am sure people thought I was in need of help, as two men started to lift me in my chair and began carrying me towards Jesus. "No, no" I said politely to them, but they were insistent. They must have thought I was disabled and needed treatment from Jesus, this was so embarrassing. High above the heads I was carried, then there I was face to face with The Man himself, Jesus. Oh my god what do you say. He smiled and said to me something, which I strange to say did understand, he said, "Go home." Well I leapt out of my chair and ran like the wind back to my PC, somewhere there in the crowd. The people were all applauding, thinking I had been cured. When I found my PC, I hit the back button and returned home in an instant, sadly minus my chair.

I am getting the hang of this PC, and I will keep you all informed.

THE ON-LINE SHOP by John W Townsend.

2017-11-24T14:02:00.001-08:00

At last I had decided to go for it, upgrade my PC to a more powerful system, one that would cope with all my expectations and demands.

I had considered all the options, HP, Dell, Mac, Windows, then I stumbled across a site that seemed too good to be true , and believe me I did almost give it the click elbow. Then I saw it had all the systems in one, could transfer all my data to view on my tv, and was three times more powerful than any I had seen, yet was on offer for the price of the weakest PC I did not want.

Anyway I clicked to browse the site, and was met with a most pleasent surprise, it was all in a Halftwits language, which was my usual understanding. The price was tax paid, delivery paid, and carried a full three year warranty. Skeptic I am, it seemed a con, then a pop-up invited me to ask any question, so I did. "What is the bit I am missing, why is it so cheap?" I asked. "Thats got them.", I thought as I waited for a reply, seemed a long time in coming. But then it did, and what a surprise, "There are no hidden costs, or add ons that are hidden. The price is because of the recession, and we need to maintain our sales to reach all people against stiff competition. If you order within the next 30 minutes, we will give you our new IntergalBroadband at 50mg connection totally free for one year. Just add code BB1Y, Looking forward to your buisness. Intergal-Systems."

I was more than impressed, this was better than I had ever seen, so I ordered their Top of the range PC and was promised delivery the next day.

The next day my package arrived as promissed, and as I unpacked it I was throughly impressed.

By late afternoon I had set up and was also using the IntergalBroadband connection, which was unlike any network I had ever used. It was advertising free, and allowed me to connect to all my contacts.

It was in the evening that I was surfing the web, trying to find some information regarding a project I was involved with when found myself transported directly to the place I was viewing. It was astonishing as well as embarrasing, there I was sitting in my chair, PC in front of me, out in some remote place in the Artic. It was freezing cold, and my fingers were stinging as I clicked the back button and found myself at home again. This was astonishing and as I brushed snow off of my keyboard, I sat there trying to make sense of what had happened. Each time I thought of some logic in this, I dismissed it. However, I did try it again, this time searching for The first manned landing on The Moon. As I hit the search button, I was transported into a strange place. One I can only describe as a film set, in a warehouse. There was a huge layout of what looked like the Appolo Moon landing of 1969, but as I sat there in a corner of this huge warehouse like building, sitting at my PC in my chair, I was shocked as several Military men came running acros towards me with guns, I quickly hit the back button and found myself shocked and dazed back in my study.

I have been rather nervous about going online again, but I will keep you updated as to the performance of my new PC.

MESSAGE IN A BOTTLE by John W Townsend.

2017-11-24T13:59:00.002-08:00

It was August 1955, I was a ten year old on holiday in Dorset England. I recall we were at a beach when I was invited by my father to write a note and put inside an empty Tizer bottle. Well I did and threw the bottle out amid the retreating sea. I looked for many minutes as it appeared then disappeared among the waves, until gradually it was gone out of sight.

What I had written on the note was this:

To whom it may concern

My name is James T Bloomer and I would like to know who you are. James.

It was not until I had thrown the bottle that I realised that I had omitted giving my address, what a fool I felt, but I told no one, just hoped as I stood there looking at the bottle bobbing in the waves that it might come back, so I could add the address.

Why do I mention this? well it is for this odd reason.

Last year I was on holiday in Dorset with my wife and grandchildren, we were on the beach near Swanage. One of the children called out to me, "Grandad look, we have found an old fashioned bottle. I could not believe my eyes, it was a Tizer bottle, and it appeared to have a note inside.

Suddenly I was acting like a kid again, the grandchildren looked at me puzzeled, as did my wife.

I opend the bottle and shook the note out and would you believe it, as I unfurled it I could see it was the very note that I had written 53 years ago. The extraordinary thing was it had been recieved by someone, and they had written on the bottom of my note,

Yes I would love to write to you and tell you about myself, but I do not have your address. Oscar.

I was most excited and told everyone, then I realised that the person called Oscar, who had written the reply, had failed to include his address.

Well I wrote my address on the note put it back in the bottle and threw it out into the waves.

Here's hoping.

THE CALL BOX - 2 by John W Townsend.

2017-11-24T13:57:00.003-08:00

Harry Greenback, may have been disturbed by the call box incident on Friday but? Harry is Harry.
Well when I arrived home in Norwich that Friday, I must say, I was begining to disbelieve all that had happened back there at Liverpool Street Station, look I do love Star Trek but things like that?
Anyway I was not due back in London until Tuesday, time to push it out of my mind I thought.
It did not leave me alone, and I spent the weekend actually looking on the internet for things that were happening back then in August of 1964, and all I could find was a few bits of news, nothing about time warping phone boxes. It did prompt me to dig out my tin of old coins, from which I found I had a half crown, three shillings, a ten shilling note, and an assortment of pennies. I actually never put them back in the tin, just left them to one side, I guess I was erring on the side of curiosity.
When Tuesday morning arrived, I popped those coins into a small plastic bag, then into my pocket, then it was off to the station and London for a buisness meeting.
At around 3 pm I was heading towards Liverpool street Station, I was due to catch the 4.30 back to Norwich. It was a curious feeling as I approached the station, in front of me was the call box I had used last Friday. "Aw come on, get it out of your head man." I said to myself and walked into the call box. I had made a note of the numerical number the guy had said that day, 'London Wall 3481'. With a laugh across my face I dialed the number, It rang and a female voice answered, "Please hold," I waited thinking I should end the call, and as I did I looked out of the call box, everything was the same. Then the voice returned, returmed. "Please stay in the call box, you have been caught in a time warp, please return the reciever to its place, and stay exactly where you are. When the phone rings please leave the call box." With that the call was ended. "Rubbish!" I said as I stepped out of the call box, only to find I was in that different place again, Liverpool Street 1964. "Oh my god." I exclaimed, as I looked around in disbelief. As I walked away from the call box, I did not see the man walk in, or hear the telephone ring then stop. Nor did I see him disappear. I walked across to a news vendor, and delved into my pocket for the plastic bag with the old coins in. I gave the vendor a shilling for a newspaper, The Evening Standard, he gave me some change. I looked at the newspaper it was dated Tuesday September 2 1964 I laughed as I walked around and started taking pictures using my mobile phone camera. I wandered into the station and did the same there, recording everything I could, this was amazing.
Several people were curious as to what I was doing, some more than curious as to what I was using. It was then I had the most amazing experience, Ther in front of me was Noel Coward and a gentleman with him, He seemed to know I was filming or something and waved across, as he did he called out, "I know where you have been my friend, your not from these gracious parts, dont stay too long." with that he waved again and headed for his train. Which reminded me, just as he had said, 'dont stay too long.'
I dashed outside anxious to use the call box, already I was starting to worry.
There were a number of people waiting to use the phone, so I walked across to a shop and bought some biscuits. When I returned the call box was free.
I stepped inside and dialed the number London Wall 3481, The female voice voice spoke as before, only this time she said, "You are entering a Time warp number, please wait." It seemed ages and I was feeling as if I shouldnt be here, then the voice returned, "Replace the reciever, and wait for the call then you may leave." I did that and as I did two men looked across at me, pointed and ran towards the call box. As they did the phone rang , it was just as their hands touched the door that they vanished and I could see I was back in 2009, outside Liverpool Street Station.
I had been gone for nearly an hour, according to the train display boards time, so I headed towards my platform and my train home.
Had it been real or was I going crazy? Well on the journey back I looked at the shots I had taken, It was real, there it was all in front of me, even Noel Coward.
"My god, what on earth bhave I discovered?" I thought, then I wondered if I dare download the shots onto YouTube..

THE CALL BOX

2017-11-24T13:55:00.002-08:00

I was on Liverpool Street Station making a call Then as I called the number, my mobile went flat, it was urgent to make this call, so I looked around for a call box. Outside I found one not in use, dropped in enough coins and called the number. The ringing tone sounded different, but I thought that was because I was on a land line, anyway this guy came on and said, "London Wall 3481." I was taken aback and said , "I am sorry I must have a wrong number." Then just as I was about to end the call the guy said, "Harry, Harry Greenback?" Well what could I say, thats my name; I replied in a curious tone, "Er yes thats my name, who are you, whats going on?" The guy replied in a voice that sounded urgent, he said, "Just listen, you have strayed into a time warp, we have scanned your mobile, thats how we know your name. Now stay where you are, do not leave the phone box."

I thought it was a practical joke, well would you take that seriously? So I stepped out of the phone box, as I did the place did not look the same; difficult at first to say how but then I was mesmerised. The people were all dressed differently, there were cars passing and they were decades old, all of them. For a moment I thought I was in some street event, then thought I would go back into the station.

Inside the station I was blown away, this was not Liverpool Street Station, the service shops had gone, the trains at the platforms were all steam trains. i shook my head and wondered what was going on, at least until I mentally logged on to that guy in the phone call, he said I 'had strayed into a time warp.' I started arguing with myself that I would ever believe such a thing, "Aw come on this is not Star Trek." But none the less I hurried back outside the station to phone box I had used.

I waited a few minutes until a woman had finished, then when she was I could not believe what I thought I had seen, she just seemed to disappear, slowly fading. "My god whats happened?" I exclaimed as I hurried into the phone box, looking all around for the woman, then I searched for some coins, then dropped them into a machine that was different to the one I had used earler. It took a while to figure it out and then when I did the coins I had would not be accepted by the coin box. "Whats the came? this cannot be for real!"

i dashed outside and stopped a man with a bowler hat on, "Sir," I began, "I know it sounds stupid but what is todays date?" He looked at me and smiled, then he replied, "Late night my boy? Its Friday 29th." He then began to walk away but I called him, "Sir I am sorry, I have amnesia or something, what year?" The man shook his head as he replied, "If I was you I would have no more alcohol, its August my boy, 1964." I thanked him as he walked away, but felt very much affraid, this was begining to be wierd.

I had not noticed until now that people were looking at me, my appearance was so different to there's, one man was taking a photograph of me. I was just about to return to the station when I heard the telephome in the phone box ring. I do not think I have ever moved so fast in all of my life. I was hardly through the door and picking up the reciever, "Hello Harry Greenback here." There was a short moment of silence then a voice replied it sounded like the guy I had spoken to before, "You have been very foolish, I told you to stay there, that woman who was in the phone box, she is now in your time zone, we thought it was you. This time stay where you are." With that the call was ended and I returned the reciever to its place.

Outside the phone box two people were waiting to use the telephone and could not understand why I was just standing there. I was just about to open the door to tell them I would not be long, "Just waiting for a call." , when everything seemed to go starnge outside of the phone box, sought of foggy. It soon cleared and what I could see shook me rigid, it looked as if I was back where I should be. There was a woman outside who was crying, she was dressed in the same clothes as the place I had been, I think she was the woman in the phone box who disappeared. I said to her, "Just go back into the phone box and wait, it will be alright, believe me.

As I walked away I watched her go into the phone box, then after a few seconds she just disappeared.

I hurried into the station and went to Mobile Phone shop bought myself an emergecy charger and made my call.

I think I will avoid call boxes in future.

MR. JAWBREAKER by John W Townsend.

2017-11-24T13:53:00.003-08:00

There was never a moment, when he was around, a moment when you could open your mouth and say something. His jaw was always on the go. Some had diagnosed him with a case of Speach Diarrhoe'a, though no one would say it to his face, you see, Mr. Jawbreeker was really a nice guy.

Let me tell you of an incident that happened at the bus station. He was waiting for a friend, who was coming by coach from the north west; nearby were a group of senior citizens on a day out. They were a bit bemused by the information board and one of them, who was a little hard of hearing asked Mr. Jawbreaker if he could help. Well the speach diarrhoe'a kicked in with much aplomb. The poor gentleman, who was hard of hearing, did ask Mr. Jawbreaker to speak up, which he did, with great gusto. In fact his voice became so loud, and so persistant that it overstrained the ears of those listening to the bus station announcements.

The whole group of senior citizens had encircled Mr. Jawbreaker, believing he was a representative of the bus company, and they were anxious as to their day trip. Others had also latched onto Mr. Jawbreakers loud endless voice, in fact it was as if he was reciting the entire bus and coach timetables, at the same time gesturing with all hands flaying in everydirecting, as the gathering crowds sought information.

It was soon a diobolical nightmare, with people going this way and that as Mr. Jawbreaker relentlessly continude to outpour this mass of times, places and stopovers. People were heading in this direction, in that direction, all over the place. Some were boarding the wrong buses, while even the bus station staff were completely foxed as to why so much confusion. It was chaos.

Suddenly at three fifteen pm that day, it had become deadlocked, the entire bus station had been ground to a halt amid the confusion, though Mr. Jawbreaker had not. Indeed he was still talking non-stop as a police officer approached him with a megaphone. The officer placed the megaphone to his lips and said aloud, "SHUT UP SIR< PLEASE." There was a moment like no other, Mr. Jawbreaker was stunned into silence, then attempted to begin to explain. Each time the police officer with the megaphone to his lips said, "NO!", "NO"

the gathered crowds looked on in stunned silence, in fact a silence that had not occured for more than one hour.

Mr. Jawbreaker at this point saw his friend in among the crowd and called across, as he edged his way through the crowds. He was last seen talking non-stop to his friend as they both headed to Mr. Jawbreaker's home.

Normality did slowly return to the bus station, though many people had by now completly forgot where they were going or why they were there.

THERE'S A HOLE IN THE GROUND. by John W Townsend.

2017-11-24T13:45:00.000-08:00

Jim Bolton was amazed when a hole started to appear in his backyard. It seemed deep as he could not hear anything when he threw something down, it did not hit any bottom. Then he became concerned when it grew in size.

Jim Bolton's backyard is about 40 foot long by about 30 feet wide. It was part covered in paving stones with a small perimeter set as a garden. A few garden chairs and a table, some pot plants, all fairly ordinary.

Then one day last June that all changed, Where a paving stone was there appeared a hole. It was as square as the paving stone, and the paving stone was no where to be seen, just a deep hole that seemed bottomless, at least if a stone was thrown in it never seemed to bottom out.

His dog Flash, a Golden Retriever, peared nervously over the edge, then backed well away, when a few loud barks into the hole only created an echo.

Jim thought about filling the hole in, then forgot the idea when he tied a wieght to the end of a 60 foot length of twine and lowered it into the hole, without reaching a bottom.

As a temporary measure he covered the hole with a large sheet of plyboard, and phoned a friend for advice.

The next day, Jim was terrified. The hole had now expanded into an area that had swallowed up 6 paving stones, about 9 meters square. In fear he stared into the blackness of the hole wondering why it was here, and where it was leading too.

Flash his dog, refused to go into the backyard, but peered out of an upper window of the house.

For reasons best known to Jim, he leaned over the edge of the hole and shouted out, "Hello, anyone down there?"

You can imagine his surprise when a reply came back deep from within the blackness of the hole. "Why hello there, who would it be that I am talking to?" Jim stared in disbelief and nervously replied, "Jim Bolton, thats my name, and is this your hole?"

The voice from within the hole then responded in a fairly stern manner, "Well nice to speak to you Jim, but this hole is nothing to do with me, in fact I was going to ask you if it is yours." Jim then replied as he leaned over the edge. "I did not mean it to sound as if I was angry, but this is getting to be a big hole, I am worried." Then Jim continued by asking, "If it is not a rude question, what are you doing down there?"

There was a pause and some stones came flying out of the hole into the air. Then the voice responded, "I nearly slipped then, I must stand back. I am not in the hole you are, I am in my back garden looking into this hole." Jim then politely responded, "I am sorry, I am confused, all I can see is a deep black hole, and hear your voice, where are you?" The voice then replied, "I am Andrew Trehurn and I live in Saltash Devon, where are you?" Jim's mouth hung open he knew Saltash, its in the UK, so he replied, "What are you talking about, thats in the UK, my backyard is in Cape Charles Virginia USA, how can you be that far away?"

The voice then replied, "That has shocked me, are you saying you are thousands of miles away and it sounds like your here down this hole?" It was at this point that another voice was heard, a broad Irish accent, shouting at the top of its voice. "Would you all be minding and giving a bit of a hush, I would like to explain." Jim was taken aback and replied, "Who then are you?" The Irish voice then appologetically responded by saying, "It was a bad idea, I do appologies, I thought that if I dug a deep hole in my garden I might be able to grow more potatoes, but the hole caved in, I managed to scramble up my ladder and escape, I do appologies for the inconvience, I will be filling in the hole soon, I have several lorries coming with soil, The voice in Saltash then called out, "Sir where are you?" , to which the Irish voice called back "Killarny Ireland to be sure. Noel Murphy you will be talking to."

After a moment of everyone contemplating what on Earth had happened, Jim then called back to the Irish voice, "But I do not understand, I am In The Usa, Andrew is in Devon, and you are in Ireland?"

It was then that the irishman Noel replied, "I must dash the lorries with the soil are just arriving."

They could hear a lot of noise then a low rumbling, Jim suddenly saw his hole filling up from the bottom upward. Andrew saw exactly the same, and Noel was well pleased that his hole was now filled in, and gave not a thought to the voices he had been talking to.

Jim and Andrew although now unable to talk to each other both, were now both messmerized at the holes now filled and all that had gone on.

No one will believe them, not that they believe themselves, or the Irishman called Noel.
all a bit of a tall story if you ask me.

THE MUFFIN GIRL by John W Townsend.

2017-11-24T13:30:00.001-08:00

On a quite road near Juan Place there is a small cafe called Mon Picalo. It is there every day that a mysterious girl arrives, always at 10am everyday except maybe Saturdays and Sundays, Those days I cannot say.

I say mysterious because she is like a girl that is caught in a time warp. She is young, wears the same red dress, black shoes, her hair voluptuous dark brown and with curls, exceedingly pretty, yet her face tells a story that drags you in, makes you start asking questions, like, who are you, why do you come here, where do you live? All such thoughts stay intact, within your mind, you are just the spectator of what goes on, the journalist without port folio.

So what is it about this girl that causes me so much curiosity? Well let me explain.

I work opposite in Prima Buildings, I have an office on the second floor that overlooks cafe Mon Picalo, so it is no surprise my wayward eyes noticed her.

Well notice I did, only to be drawn into her life, I even call her The Muffin girl, why? Well that is what she is to me, you see everyday she orders two Muffins, I think with poached eggs inside, and a Latte. Everyday she sits by the cafe window looking outwards eating her Muffins, always the same time, Monday to Friday.

This has gone on for nearly two years, I think I love her, but I hate Muffins and do not eat eggs, so I just sit and stare at her. One day I thought she saw me and I am sure she waved, I did not know what to do, I did not want to appear as if I was stalking her.

So why do I talk about my Muffin Girl? Sounds silly but I am depressed, three weeks she has not appeared, no sign of her at all. I look out always on time, but she has vanished.

Now today I am so depressed, the Cafe Mon Picalo has put a sign up, 'FOR SALE' Oh what am I to do?

Well I have a plan, let me run it before you.

I will buy the cafe, and when she returns I will sell her her Muffins, I will see her everyday. Maybe she will fall in love with me, then I would give her Muffins everyday for free.

LOOP by John W Townsend.

2017-11-24T13:25:00.000-08:00

Nothing special, nothing abnormal, just a day like any other.

I awoke, meandered through the same usual things, as you do. That morning ending up with a black Coffee, the milk had turned, had no choice.

Halfway through the Coffee, I started to ponder on what my plans were for that day, not that I had many plans, other than work. As I pondered on my day, a word kind of appeared from nowhere, well appeared as it were in my head, a rather loud thought. Trianphillis was the thought, just a word. 'What?' I recall thinking, 'Where did that come from?'

The absurd thing that unfolded was that this word would not go away. Imagine everytime you think, you hear a word, as if broadcast in the air. Trianphillis, over and over you hear it. No matter where you go, it is there. Thats is what it was like in my head, that word had invaded my whole thinking.

I sat still, very, very still. I tried so hard to clear my head of any thoughts, like deep meditation I thought nothing. When I was in that moment, silence. Yet a second would pass, it was back. It was driving me crazy. Over and over and over it rattled on, Trianphillis, Trianphillis, Trianphillis.

I could not dismiss it, that word refused to stop. Despite my need to leave for work, that fact I had had now left the house, was heading for the station. That word was going on and on.

At the station I guess I flipped, became more than uncool. At the ticket barrier I shouted at this voice in my head, that crazy word. I shouted aloud, 'Shut up!' People looked at me shocked, then presummed I was talking to someone on a mobile, we do appear to talk to ourselves on those crazy things, so I kind of got away with it.

On the train the word in my head kept repeating, no let up at all, though I was strangely accepting it as if it were background noise. It had made me feel quite miserable, I felt sure that this word was known by me, it was so frustrating that I could not address it, find some logic so as to deal with it, like, why it was going on and on and on.

I arrived at my work place, my acceptance of this nusiance word, whatever you want to call it, kind of allowed me to go through the day, with only the frustration of its prescence, except.

At 3.56 pm I was handed a batch of plans for urgent approval. I needed to look them over and cross check that all the clients and buyers had approved the transactions, that all the legal ticks had been signed out. It was at 4. 25 I looked at the second plan and my eyes, my head, they kind of screemed allowed, like billowing echo's that ran down never ending marbled corridor. The buyer was Trianphillis. au. I felt a cold shiver travel through my body as I looked through the plan. I had no connection with this company, never seen the name before, yet it had been shouting in my head all day, and here it was, a name on paper in front of me?

I looked over the transaction data, noted they dealt in Nanotonic Brain Matrix Implants, whatever that was, the transaction was for Neuro Transmitters. I signed it off in a hurry, as I did a voice in my head said, 'Thank you.'

Ever since then I have not been been disturbed by that word, but by, what was that all about? What on earth was going on?

OSBORNE HOUSE - Isle of Wight by JOHN W Townsend.

2017-11-24T13:19:00.001-08:00

Some weeks ago I heard a knock at the door, it was early evening, half light you might say. When I opened the door no one was there, well, let me say I saw no one, but I felt like someone was there. I looked up and down the road saw no one, even called out 'Hello! Anyone there?'

It was at that point that I called out that I heard a faint mettalic noise, as if something hitting the ground nearby. I walked across to look on the ground amid the evening gloom. 'Oh my!' I exclaimed, as my eyes peered at a golden pen on the ground, well to my eyes it looked posh, it's gold appearance glistened in the light from my hallway.

I bent down to pick it up and as I did distinctly hear a rather gruff female voice say, 'Dam!' followed by footsteps walking away. I looked in the direction of the footsteps and saw no one, then I glanced at the pen. 'Well, well, well, it's hallmarked!' it really was a golden pen.

The interesting thing was where did it come from, and who said 'Dan!' then ran? Kind of seemed all linked, or was that my imagination, maybe I heard a nieghbors TV.

Two weeks passed by, my curiosity in the pen caused me to do some research, it did seem rather posh and posh it turned out to be. It was enscribed 'HRH QUEEN VICTORIA 1887 GOLDEN JUBILEE - Joseph Gillott Royal Pen Maker.' Who would believe an auto mechanic would be holding a pen belonging to Queen Victoria, some 130 years ago. Even more a thought, where did it come from? Why was it outside my home?

Since finding that pen I have felt an unease, like something was not right, not only that I was sure that someone was nearby, as if moving wherever that pen was.

Yesterday I had a business call, a client needed my help, his delivery van had broken down, it was only 20 minutes away, so I agreed to the call out.

I had taken a shine to the royal pen so it was tucked neatly in my jacket wherever I went, yesterday included. Now get this, as I climbed into by truck I noticed the passenger door was open, it was closed when I loaded my tool kit. It bought over me a cold chill, kind of pulled the unease of the last few weeks into a package deal. I even sat in the truck and asked aloud, 'Anyone in here?' Now this gets me ready for a breakdown, I heard a voice reply, 'Get these horses out of here my man.' I even replied sheepishly, 'Ye-yes mam!' Oh there was no one there that I could see, but I drove like I had a fire in my pants.

As I headed towards the Call-out breakdown location, that voice spoke again, this time very affirmative. 'Stop these horses at once my man!' I replied as before, 'Ye-ye-yes mam!' As I did I pulled into a layby ahead.

The voice then told me in a very authorative voice, 'Albert is a distant relative of yours, that will be on his brothers side. Sadly my dear Albert passed away twenty six years ago. I must carry out one of Alberts wishes, that on our Golden Wedding Day he was going to bequeth Osborne House on the Isle of Wight to any surviving member of his family one hundred and thirty years in the future. I came to your door with papers for you to sign, but I felt I was dreaming, dropped my pen and ran away with the papers. I believe you have that pen, you may keep it my man.' I listened to this voice, in awe and struck with silence, was this Queen Victoria who is talking to me? I could not see anyone.

As if from out of thin air a rolled up document appeared, tied with a purple ribbon, it appeared as if being handed to me. The voice then said, 'Do not waste time reading it, just sign it with the pen I dropped, then roll it up and hand it to me. When I return you will no doubt hear from the legal chancory that you will be the owner of Osborne House, our holiday home. Now please sign. I am being urged to hurry by the young man who bought me here, Mr. Herbert G Wells. I told him about Alberts legacy, he kindly told me he had a machine that could take me into the future to meet you, how charming, do you not think.' I replied as if dumb or stupid 'Yes ye- ye- yes mam, your Majesty.' Then I hurridly signed the papers, rolled them up and handed them as if in the air where I took them. I felt as if a hand pulled them from me, then I offered the pen, but the voice said, 'Keep it as a momento, Mr. Wells is saying we must leave in two minutes. I bid you a good day my man, Albert would have been so pleased.'

The truck door opened, i just looked amazed at all this. I heard distant voices then a flash of light appeared in the layby, the light of which hung around for several seconds, I sat looking holding the pen.

This morning I had a knock at my door, a man handed me a letter that seemed quite offical.

Indoors I opened the letter it was from The Lord Chancellors Office, it said I must contact them regarding a property that I have been bequethed by royal deed.

I did call them an hour ago, apparantly I am the new owner of Osborne House on The Isle of Wight. I am scared to go there tomorrow to meet the legal team i have to see.

MAYBE ONE DAY by John W Townsend.

2017-11-24T13:12:00.003-08:00

I sat on the edge
of a dream
believed it was real
until a crack of thunder
a bolt of lightening
reduced my dream
to nothing,
it never returned
though I waited and waited
sat on that edge
foolishly contemplating.
Dreams are dreams
meanderings of so many things
sometimes they are
sometimes so far
yet even if they vanish
believe they will return
one day
who can say
maybe one day.

UNIMPORTANT by John W Townsend.

2017-11-24T13:10:00.000-08:00

My thoughts

they are unimportant

the garbled input of whatever

like being adrift amid lifes pick pocket

that purveyor of my business

that allows ideas to escape.

Some are like perfume

filled with many ideas,

others an odour

one that I would rather bury

yet the pick pocket throws it into my thoughts.

Sometimes I despair

my thoughts are too many

keep me awake

insist that I write,

like hands clasped with the past

while reaching out to the future

they control me

sometimes lift me up

amid the clouds,

others drop me down

into an abyss.

They are as I said

unimportant

better shredded like streamers

than given acsess too

for the pick pocket to arrrive

and misuse,

unimportant perfumes and odours

trapped in my head.

DARE I STEP OUT OF THE BOX

2017-11-24T13:06:00.002-08:00

Its not easy being human

your born into a race for life,

yet you have this imagination

that fights to survive.

So as you grow

you feed it

believe you can become,

a singer an actor a musician

not just another human.

So you think outside the box

let you dreams escape

stand before a mirror

imagine you are great.

You did the unthinkable

you stopped believing in a box

you are now the one

that always was.

You.

Your parents tell you

stop daydreaming

you will never be that one,

when in fact they had themselves

dreamed such dreams

when they were young.

Now you have grown

so has the dream

reality is what it has sown,

you ask yourself

dare I step out of the box

try to become that one.

That imagined box has kept you trapped

ever since you were a child,

now opportunity stands before you

to grasp it you find so hard,

confidence is what you lack

so heads up

pull your shoulders back

go step outside

do not look back,

live your dream

while you can,

be the person you always were

without the prison of that box

just an open door

what was

is no more.

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