Old Samuel’s Whiskers

art and culture, Autobiographical, politics and religion

I learnt a terrible lesson last night, never buy bottom shelf whiskey no matter how much you need a drink. Even though it did the job it has left a ghastly hollow place in my stomach this morning. Product of the USA, blended and Bottled in The Netherlands. If I had seen the last bit I would not have touched it. The best thing for this stuff is to rub it on aching joints or wiping clean woodwork. Drink tea instead. Dutch whiskey, yuck! never again. Best cure for the morning after? loud music, food and coffee. Writing about it is optional and lets the world know you are as flawed as the rest.

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Samuel Whiskers as portrayed by Beatrix Potter

I grew up on a diet of Beatrix Potter stories and always found the imagery of Tom Kitten with his head and tail sticking out of a pudding one of the most fascinating things going. My young mind probably never considered the fact, the rats were more than likely going to do some cooking in the very near future. I guess this tale could be turned on its head from being a tale about The perils of childhood misbehaviour and re-issued as a warning against eating strange and unwholesome foods, though wasn’t that more to do with Bats? Eating rats is pretty gross too, being a vegetarian, I would never eat one and I tend to wash vegetables before proceeding to cook or eat them. You never know what might have crawled over them or even worse pissed.

Other news, I could write a ton of invective about a certain online travel company, but I am not. Just be careful about whom you book your holidays with. Have you noticed something about politicians? When their lips move, they start lying I think it must be a reflex action they cannot help. Have you also noticed that the news is guaranteed to be about death, doom and disaster, every bloody time. War, famine, Death, Covid…

Is it any wonder watching that shit gives people a head ache and makes them sick. If you want to know what is going on in the world, look outside your day and listen to the birds singing, watch the Squirrel as he collects his winter store, Speak to your cat (Or Dog) they will tell you the truth (That of unremitting love) no matter what goes down. If you happen to buy newspapers, use them for keeping the floor clean when decorating, or help in starting bonfires for Autumn leaves and other garden debris. If that is not your thing, you could pretend to be an artist, cut bits of them out and make a collage of some sort. Otherwise save your money and pinch your neighbours one after they have thrown it in the recycling bin.

And from this day forward…

Autobiographical, Uncategorized

After 25+ years in a career that drove me up the wall and created such discord and unhappiness, that death would have been a pleasant alternative. (How Ironic) I have started out on a new career.

Today is the first day of the rest of my life and the first day of a career that I hope will see me through and past retirement and into the next life itself. Though that last bit will be someone else’s task. Today was spent, reading, learning¬† and re-reading material and meeting and speaking to nice kind hearted people from whom you can see their inner light shining brighter than the noon day sun.

It takes all sorts to perform the role I have chosen as my end profession. Many stories , many  reasons. all united by one common factor. To serve. And as Bob Dylan wrote:

“you gotta serve somebody.”

It is what is known as an honourable profession. And after years of going from pillar to post with a thousand dead ends, I have now found the way to the final RV.

I am lucky in having a very supportive fiance. She says she likes a man in uniform, though I will never be a Policeman and am too old for the army. Instead I now wear a dark suit and tie. I must remember to polish my shoes.