SOMEWHERE ELSE (Pics)
SOMEWHERE ELSE (Pics)
SOMEWHERE ELSE (Pics)
SOMEWHERE ELSE.
Written By Adi Cox.
CONTENT.
Spring
Chapter One (verses 1-25)25 --- March 2017. (25)
Chapter Two (verses 26-61)36 --- April 2017. (36)
Chapter Three (verses 62-85) --- May 2017. (24)
(85)
Summer
Chapter Four (verses 86-114) --- June 2017. (29)
Chapter Five (verses 115-172) --- July 2017. (58)
Chapter Six (verses 173-214)--- August 2017. (42)
(129)
Autumn
Chapter Seven (verses 215-229) --- September 2017. (15)
Chapter Eight (verse 230) --- October 2017. (1)
Chapter Nine (verses 231- 278) --- November 2017. (48)
(64)
Winter
Chapter Ten (verses 279 - 333) --- December 2017. (55)
Chapter Eleven (verses 334 - 367) --- January 2018. (34)
Chapter Twelve (verses 368 - 406) --- February 2018. (39)
(128)
Introduction.
Somewhere Else is a collection of dreams and meditations over a
one year period. Each verse is one dream or one meditation that I
have remembered and described in verse to the best of my ability.
These surreal abstractions are often very surprising and they
reveal an unusual angle in which to see a place that is not here.
REVIEW
"This novel is, A,A,A. A,B,C. There is not even a word to describe
it!"
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"Come on, it's only two pounds fifty." Urges Mark in a persuasive
tone, but I am undecided, although I think that it is a good idea to
get out. I am vaguely aware of another event that is on. I do not
know what this event is and I cannot make my mind up about
where to go.
Rupert Holt had something to do with all of this, but I just could
not work it all out, it was a mystery to me and so I had just made
myself aware of everything around me. I remember Mick Boldham
being there also, but for the life of me, I just could not work it all
out.
Love is a feeling,
Get it when I want it.
Give in to me,
Give in to me.
Previously I had seen the vicar. He was dressed in black with his
white dog collar on. He was with two large monkeys. One of the
monkeys had jumped on the vicar. It must have been almost as big
as the vicar himself. Nosily I was looking, I watched them overtly
as I walked past. I laughed at such a spectacle and so the vicar
informed me, he said to me, "He doesn't want to leave me."
Yo yo yo,
ching ching ching,
get a load of this.
Sing, sing, sing!
(Verse 13) The Great Master And Baby Maker Opens The Doorway.
At this show I am talking to this man who makes wild claims. "I am
a great master and I will put on a show." He says. Sure enough
something happens. It is like a great vortex that comes down near
to us and a doorway opens up which leads us into a bright world.
So the man gets up off his dull bed where he has been resting for
ages and goes through into the vortex door to deliver his show
into the next world of bright light.
"Well I will be going home soon. I think that I will put my feet up
and relax a little and what will you be doing? Oh yes, you will be
working your act : )" I tell her, as I look for a reaction from her. I
look deep into her face, but she is too cool to give a reaction.
There is no reaction. There is just a glint of awareness in her eyes,
a little smile and a silent determination to prepare for her show. I
am attracted to her at this moment, as I am ogling her young and
attractive face. I empathize with her and the effort that she will
need to make her act work. I feel for her, my heart goes out to her
now, in this silent moment of preparation.
There becomes a very bright light that shines into this room
through the window, so I look outside and I see a helicopter
landing. This is no ordinary helicopter because it resembles a
Rhinoceros. This is no ordinary landing because it lands as though
the Rhinoceros is running along in a curve and then to stop. This
man gets out of the Rhinoceros helicopter. I don't know who he
is? I don't know what is going on outside, but it is very busy.
(Verse 16) He Warms Up Inside.
There is a thermometer and I say to this man. "I can't read this
thermometer the fluid has gone to gel, because it's so cold."
"Let's have a look." the man replies and with that, to my surprise,
the thermometer is a bottle of beer and the man is drinking from
it!
I need to use the toilet and so I make my way through the clutter
of machinery in search of a toilet. I notice a small room with blue
patterned tiles so old as to be Victorian. 'Is that where the toilet is
or is it a kitchen?' I am thinking, 'Yes this is the toilet, but I am not
going to be able to use it. I really need to wake up.' I am still stood
there for a while trying to make my mind up. 'No, seriously, I need
to wake up and go to the toilet!'
(Verse 21) Getting on.
I have been travelling, but now I have arrived at this woman's
house. I have never met her before and I walk right in. I say to her,
"Shall we get on with this?" So as I apply she is happy to comply
with my creams and lotions for the vulvae area.
So later on Brian May walks over to me, but it's not Brian May. It's
just someone who looks a lot like him and he says to me in a
broad Yorkshire accent, "A think tha plays guitar dunt tha?"
"Yes." I reply, as I look at his Brian Mayish face and I think. 'He's
not quite a Brian May.' I am also aware that this is a bit of a show
now and that there are hundreds of people listening and watching
me. It's like a talk show with Brian Mayish.
"Errr, 'O' I don't know?" I'm thinking, 'what have I said?' As the
audience laugh at my pondering. I feel a bit silly for a split second
and then I laugh with the audience at my hesitation. 'I think that
he was trying to be funny.' I conclude to myself.
Now I am back in town with the people. The busy shops and the
food bars, but I feel guilty. I am cautious as to what I say to people
now. I have left a dead man lying on the freeway. This is the man
that has helped me to survive and this is my guilty secret, but
what was I to do?
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Well Jenny has now missed the boat to get back off the island and
so she is stranded on this island and running late. She has rung up
her tutor at college to inform her about the situation. I am waiting
in the car for Jenny to get off the island so that I can give her a lift
to college. When she finally appears I find myself struggling with
all her luggage. I am struggling to put all these bags into a single
trunk which has wheels on it. It makes sense to me to put all these
bags into a single trunk as the luggage will then be easier to
handle and so it all gets sorted out eventually.
I see this other chap who I was on stage with earlier and I say to
him, "I have decided to get off the stage because I heard the word
'improvisation' and I thought that sounds a bit professional. I
thought that we might have to do Hamlet or something."
It had truly been fun, my time on stage. The stage was so big that I
didn't think that I would ever manage to walk off of it! But here I
am and I find myself in the stalls.
I am told that the military have gone mad, taking over its own
people. Taking over their shores, taking over their shorelines, deep
in the oceans, rivers and even rivers in oceans. This is what I am
told.
In the second half of the show Ant and Deck have people in the
street making faces in the icing on their iced buns by scraping
some of the icing off. One lad gets off to a bad start. He scrapes off
too much icing to begin with, but then he makes quite a good face
in the icing on the bun in the end.
(47) In Comparison.
I get called over by a service user's family member. She is a middle
aged woman. "Have you got any diesel?" She asks me. I'm
thinking, 'God, that diesel in there is very old.' I go to the fridge
and sure enough, there is a small 500ml bottle of diesel. I am
thinking that there might be some gunk floating on top of it by
now, so I shake it up well before handing it over to her. She opens
up the bottle and takes a sniff, "Yes, that's okay." She says
energetically. This is a relief for me. "I have had a three million
pound meal, all expenses paid." She says boasting in a matter of
fact kind of way. So I take a good look at her. She is not
overweight, although she has a sister with her who looks similar
and she is a little thinner. They are in their forties I guess as I check
out their desirability. 'Not bad' I surmise, as I imagine making out
with them. The first sister is slightly more desirable than the
second sister. Her skin complexion, her brown shoulder length hair
and her nicely proportioned body are all taken into account, as
well as her nice facial features that I have just emoconically read
through our brief encounter. : ) : o
:p :| ;)
"The female suspect has been well hidden from me, but the male
suspect has been in full sight to me all the while. The only time I
have seen the female suspect was as she handed some notes over
to the male suspect. There may be more people involved, I don't
know, but I haven't noticed anyone else."
"My dad was playing football with me and he said, "Watch this, I'll
get John Coddington." At which point he booted a football and
blasted it at John Coddington. It was in this old house and I saw
the ball ricochet around the room after it had hit John. I don't
think that john was very happy about that because he looked to
be disappointed, although to be fair he did not say anything about
it."
"I have done some painting in a young girls room. I painted this
cloth with a picture on it. I half filled the picture in. I think that her
room is an orange colour scheme and I painted the cloth in a more
chocolate brown colour, but being colourblind I am not too sure. I
think that my paintwork clashes with her colour scheme and so I
have hidden the half painted cloth by folding it up and tucking it
away. I felt guilty about this and I am worried that she is going to
find out soon. Being the brave person that I am, I plan to just deny
it. I have already distracted her from finding out a couple of
times."
"Barbara and Les have been travelling. They have come back and
have planned to go away again, but because they owe some
money out they are having to stay put here in this country now,
poor souls."
The strange thing is that I meet old friends who I have never seen
before. I watch these people and their mannerisms which are
familiar to me now and yet I have never seen them before. I know
things about these people and yet I have never seen them before.
How can it be that the people who I have never met before are
not strangers?
There are two brothers, one of them likes golf, I know this. I listen
to their conversations and they are familiar to me. I look at their
faces and I know them you see and yet I have never seen them
before. A past life familiarity is so much apparent to me now as
my memories from my previous selves come flooding back to me.
My memories pour down into me, into a storm of remembrance.
It floods my mind then with these thoughts I find that I've got no
roof and so the rain comes in, the rain has truly come in!
(58) I Am Choked!
I cannot get this holographic game to start up, but then some kind
person comes to my aid and shows me how to start this ruddy
thing up. I am playing this holographic game in my sleep which is
the only way that I will play it because I don't play it when I am
awake. There are these dinosaurs and they are wandering around
in our three dimensional space. They are about as big as a small
dog. They are so real and they are ugly buggers too. The idea is to
spray them in their face, up their nose, in their eyes and in their
mouth. They will then eat themselves from their head first and
then down to their tail. I am really wrestling with this one. I keep
spraying it in its face, but it still won't eat itself and at the same
time the spray is going into my face too. I think that I must have
eaten myself because suddenly it is 'game over' as I wake up too
late, just as I swallow my own tail!
(59) My Soapy Affair.
Paul is a character from an Australian TV soap opera. He is a
businessman who dresses smartly and who likes to make deals.
Well he is criticizing the show 'Home And Away' or 'Neighbours' I
cannot remember which of these Ozzie soaps he is from. "All the
years of this show and there has never been a tax review." He
complains.
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x = acost
y = bcost
r(p) = [(b.cos(p))^2+(a.sin(p))^2]^(1/2)
There is a young lass in a bikini and she is very pretty. She is in this
swimming pool that represents the sea. It is like a map of the
world with its islands that simulate the world map. This lass is
serving on a ship which is about the same size as her as she is
languid on it in her bikini she is sent to one of the islands in the
pool and this island is Argentina. I am there with Dean Wilson and
Michael Richards. Me and Dean are watching her from the side of
the pool and we are watching the world go by as we are chatting.
Michael is in the shower which is located just on the edge of the
pool behind a door just big enough for one person. Me and Dean
are standing there and we watch Michael as he proudly comes out
of the shower in his speedos looking neat and trim. He confidently
swims up to the pretty young lass, but she grabs hold of Michael's
big swimming goggle and she pulls it on its elastic and she pings it
in his face. Michael is shouting at her asking her to stop and there
is splashing and a frantic display from Michael. I turn to Dean and
in a surprised tone I say to him, "She's beating him up." We are
astounded. Michael is pleading to the pretty young girl to stop and
he is trying to calm her down, but she is nasty and unrelenting.
It is all getting heated and people are going crazy. Little things that
are said and done are being picked up upon. There is limited food
about now, although I manage to find some bread cakes with jam
in them. They have been stored in a brown paper bag and I am
careful not to be accused of stealing them. I am talking to Charles
and he has got it in for someone as he confides this information
with me as we are walking along. Someone is shouting their head
off in the distance and Charles has taken an exception to this.
"Who was that?" I ask and with that this other chap smiles and
tells me that it is someone singing some song from two thousand
and three. This chap recognises the tune. It all seems to make
sense to him, but now I notice that Charles has gone off. He is not
talking like he was, all since this chap has started talking to me. I
am guessing by
Charles's reaction that he does not like this man.
Oooops! Did I just imply that I hope my sister does not get eaten
because it would kill the very thing that would try to digest her?
Yes, I did. Yes, I definitely think that I did say that : )
I find myself at this party. The guests are all in fancy dress. I am
fascinated with one person who is throwing bits of paper, because
a bit of paper lands on me and I trace it back to them. They have
this massive head mask on with a great big nose. It looks so
lightweight sat on this persons head. I guess that it is made from
foam rubber. They could be male or female, I just don't know, but
they are oblivious to me as they are sat chatting with their friends
just above me on the veranda. Everso's sister makes an
appearance, she comes up to me chatting away to me. She has a
white face of makeup and her blonde hair is held back by her
yellow hair band. She looks like a very theatrical Alice in
Wonderland. She tells me that she is living here where the party
is. I try to engage with her, but for some reason tonight I am at a
loss for words. It is only now, by identifying the exaggerated
features of the headmask, that I realise who the person is in the
headmask.
The idea is to draw as many circles as you like in such a way that
when the area within the circles circumferences are coloured in,
the areas are of equal sizes. Some examples:
circles(a,b,c)
a=number of circles
b=number of colours
c=number of circle sizes
EXAMPLE 1:
A circle within a circle.
circles(2,2,2) {x^2+y^2<r is colour1,
x^2+y^2<r/2 is colour2,
where r=radius squared}
EXAMPLE 2:
A circle within a circle, within a circle, within a circle.
circles(3,3,3) {x^2+y^2<r, is colour1,
x^2+y^2<(2r)/3, is colour2,
x^2+y^2<r/3, is colour3,
where r=radius squared}
EXAMPLE 3:
A circle within a circle, within a circle, within a circle.
circles(4,4,4) {x^2+y^2<r, is colour1,
x^2+y^2<(3r)/4, is colour2,
x^2+y^2<r/2, is colour3,
x^2+y^2<r/4, is colour4,
where r=radius squared}
EXAMPLE 4:
A circle within a circle, within a circle, within a circle.
circles(4,2,4) {x^2+y^2<r, is colour1,
x^2+y^2<(3r)/4, is colour2,
x^2+y^2<r/2, is colour1,
x^2+y^2<r/4, is colour2,
where r=radius squared}
PROBLEM 1:
circles(a,b,c)
a=number of circles
b=number of colours
c=number of circle sizes
Give values for a,b and c where circles(a,b,c) has no solution and
prove that it has no solution.
PROBLEM 2:
x-1 circles within a circle.
circles(x,x,x)
x=number of circles
x=number of colours
x=number of circle sizes
Find a clear notation where the number of circles equals the
number of colours which in turn also equals the number of circle
sizes. Examples one, two and three are clues to this problem.
PROBLEM 3:
A circle intercepting another circle of equal size.
circles(2,3,1) {?}
clue:
circles(2,3,1) {circle1[+ve sqrt(r-x^2),-ve sqrt(r-x^2)],
circle2[+ve sqrt(r-[x-A]^2),-ve sqrt(r-[x-A]^2)],
circle1-intersection is colour1,
circle2-intersection is colour2,
intersection is colour3,
where r=radius squared,
A=translation along the x axis }
Find the value of A.
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"No I am serious." The man behind the desk reassures me. "And
be prepared for a cleaning revolution." He says as if he is some
kind of great prophet seeing into the future, while he hands me
some new plexi glass for my computer screen together with the
layers of the thin transparent pages.
"Cox." I reply.
"You're not a boxer are you? Because boxers called Cox are
unstable." I am interested to hear this because I believe what I am
being told here. "Yes boxers called Cox are unstable and women
who are pregnant who are called Cox are stable." She goes on in a
matter fact kind of way and I am taking this all in because I believe
what I am told.
I am back home for tea now with my mum and my sister Sue,
"What's for tea then?" I ask them both.
"Aye!" She and my dad snap back with frowns and glares.
"Yeah." I reply positively and surprised that she would ask me such
a question. There is newspaper on the floor and the seamen is
splashing on the newspaper as a pale sky blue water colour paint
until there is a puddle down there splashing out circular ripples of
pale sky blue water paint.
We are at this large white concrete building. There are two railway
lines which come to buffer stops in the grounds of this building.
There are hundreds of us who have trespassed onto this land. I
climb up onto the roof of this large white concrete building there
are two other lads already up there on the roof. There is another
concrete white wall on the roof where the building goes up even
higher and in this white wall there is a window with a thick
insulated wire coming out of it. One of the lads pulls the wire
several times and the window eventually opens up. I am surprised
as I watch the two lads climb into the window and disappear into
this big white building. I am thinking, 'They are in big trouble if
they get caught inside that building!' I decide to climb down off
the roof and as I look around I see that there are hundreds of
people milling around, trespassing in the grounds of this building.
Dark figures in dark clothes, moving around hundreds of them in
contrast to the white grounds of this white building as the sun
shines on the brilliance of the brilliant white concrete. I see a lass
with her phone out and I wonder if she is some kind of official
calling security. I don't even know what this building is.
There is a child who is giving me some cheek. "You're fat sir. God
look at how fat you are." He says as he shows me a disgusted
facial expression. I look down at myself and I think to myself. 'I'm
not that fat. I might not be as thin as I used to be, but I'm not that
fat.' With one hand I grab hold of both of this lads lapels and
everytime he gives me some cheek, without letting go of his lapels
my index finger of that hand pokes him under his chin. But I am
careful because he is a child and I am an adult. I could
permanently disable him with one hand tied behind my back. I
would never do that, but he keeps on giving me cheek. So with
minimum force I keep poking him under his chin everytime he
insults me.
"I'm not brilliant." I confess to him and I find myself going through
a few Mathematicians names in my head:
The radius of the front cog that is joined to the peddles is from
point q on the circumference of the front cog to point u at its
spindle.
The circumference of the back cog that joined to the back wheel is
from point s to point s.
The ratio of the gears is the circumference of the front cog divided
by the circumference of the back cog. This will give the number of
times the peddles rotate in comparison to the number of times
that the back wheel rotates.
Hertz equals the number of times per second that an event takes
place. ie. One hertz may be the single rotation of the back wheel
in one second.
Question 1:
How many hertz will the back wheel spin at to get to seventy five
kilometres per hour where circumference p equals one meter?
Question 2:
How many hertz will you have to peddle at to get to seventy five
kilometres per hour where circumference p equals one meter and
the ratio of the gears equals 2:1?
Squeeze Box.
I see Mark Book and he is on this trip too. "Is it good to be going
to France?" I ask him.
"No, but it's good to get away from here." He replies to be cool
about this trip to France. I smile at Mark's remark. It's not like
France is a million miles away from England. It is just a train ride
under the English channel, through the channel tunnel and then
we are there, but it is a totally different culture in France. This is
mainland Europe with totally different languages and I too am
glad to be getting away from what I perceive to be the over
familiar way of life in England.
This man with a white van is now doing something on the grassy
area. I do not know what he is doing, but he is making a do, do do,
do, do do, noise. I have things out of my van strewn across this
grass and I am not comfortable here now. This man is
unpredictable. He is a knob head.
'God, these women are pissed off. They must have had some bad
service in the past to react like this. I am new here, It's not like I
have given them a bad service in the past.' I go and look at my
milk trolley. It is nothing more than a hand cart on wheels. I pull
the handle and the trolley tips over. There is a smash! Milk and
broken glass line inside my trolley and helplessly I wonder what I
can do. I look up and I see a man sprawled on the grass and I
notice that he has a tube of glue next to him. It looks like this man
is out of it. He is not aware of me, or anything as far as I can tell. It
is just then that I remember that I do not work any more. I have
handed my notice in. 'So why have I turned up for work today?' I
find myself wondering to myself. It is just then that I realise that
no one will miss me if I just walk away. No one will ever know that
I turned up for work and then just walked away from it and so that
is what I do. I just walk away.
"A Bear!" I shout at Jen and throw the beef at this big black bear
who is just behind Jen with its head up sniffing the air. Being the
brave person that I am I run around behind this tent, but then my
path is blocked by the biggest kangaroo with a baby kangaroo
which are layed out snoring on the grass which vibrates the earth
with which I am stood on. I decide that the big black bear is not
that scary after all and I go back round the tent the way that I
came.
In contrast there are two girls playing football with each other. We
watch the video of them later and we notice the fouls and the hair
pulling. In slow motion the camera zooms in, into the hand grabs
of locks of hair and into the pushing and pulling as the girls tackle
each other and compete with each other aggressively. The nasty
cows.
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"If that is what you are concerned about then it shows that you
are on the correct lines in your chemistry experiment." Concludes
my chemistry teacher. He goes on to talk about being in prison.
'Well he doesn't mind admitting to being a convict in prison.' I
think to myself and I further wonder what it is like to be in prison.
I consider asking him a question or two about his prison caper as I
am looking at him thoughtfully and at the same time I am not
listening to a word that he is saying to me. In the end I do not ask
him about his prison life and then our attentions are diverted
when I suddenly find that I myself am somewhere else.
Things have settled down now and the four of us find ourselves in
the aircraft as before as if nothing has ever happened. This
Geordie bloke with his broad Geordie accent starts chatting. He
tells me that I am quiet. I say nothing, I just aknowledge him with
a nod. He goes on talking about his marriage and how wonderful
it is. He talks about all the opportunities that he has had with
other women and about how faithful he is to his wife. I believe
him. He talks honestly with such love and compassion for his wife.
'He has had more luck with women than me.' I think to myself as I
quickly reflect on my non existent love life, but it is what it is and I
am quite happy with my life and the way that it is, here in this
aircraft with three other winners as I tidy up some mess on the
floor and sweep it up with a pan and brush.
"They don't say anything, they are dead." I answer her smiling at
her and wondering why she is asking me such an obvious
question. She is embarrassed now, but we keep talking and the
subject moves on. She is a nice lass and I enjoy our conversation,
but I do feel like there is something that I am just not getting here.
We are all out of the swimming pool now. The two lovely ladies
and myself are walking back through the streets with Mr Mandal
from the swimming pool in the garage to go back home. "Here
carry this!" Mr Mandal snaps at me, in an annoying tone. I grab
hold of some yellow wet proof clothes that he hands over to me
and I notice that some of them have press studs on them. So I am
attaching these yellow water proof clothes together with their
press studs. As I am doing this I am walking the streets with the
two lovely ladies and Mr Mandal. Some of these yellow water
proofs do not have press studs on them, but I manage to press
stud three jackets together. One of the jackets has a double press
stud on it which can take two press studs. One jacket joined at the
front of this stud and another jacket pressed into the back of this
stud. So that I have three yellow water proof jackets that are
joined together by press studs. "What are you doing with those
jackets?" Mr Mandal interrupts my concentration and I do not like
his tone. In fact I have not liked his tone all night.
1,1,2,3,5,8,13,21,34,55,89,144, ...
[(((1+sqrt(5))/2)^n-((1-sqrt(5))/2)^n]/sqrt(5)
If G is the golden mean then:
x y
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y^2 = x^2 + xy
x^2 + x = 1
[(((1+sqrt(5))/2)^n-((1-sqrt(5))/2)^n]/sqrt(5)
There is an old lady sat in her wheelchair. Pat and myself help her
to get undressed. The old lady has a fluffy white top on that feels
soft and synthetic to the touch. I notice that there is a mark on the
sleeve of this top. It is about the size of a thumb. It is a creamy
coloured mark that is soaked into the sleeve of this top. I am
looking at this mark in the old ladies sleeve when I suddenly
notice a yellow flame come up dancing from this creamy mark. So
I am tapping this flame down with my hand as the flame is
dancing around on this fluffy white top. This flame will not go out.
No matter how much I try to tamper the flame down, it comes
back up dancing around and it starts to spread. "Quick Pat! We are
going to have to get this top off. Quickly!" I instruct Pat with an
urgent panic. The flames on this fluffy white top have now spread
across it as we quickly pull this top from the ladies elbow and over
her head. I throw the flaming top out of the open back door and I
inadvertently throw the flaming top onto the lid of the green
plastic rubbish bin. So then I have to go outside and quickly pull
the flaming top off the top of the green plastic rubbish bin. So that
this flaming top can melt and burn itself out on the concrete floor.
V = vertices = 4n
E = edges = 8n
F = faces = 4n
C = characteristic = 0 (torus)
V- E+ F=C
32 - 64 + 32 = 0 where n=8
V = vertices = 12n-4
E = edges = 20n-2
F = faces = 8n
C = characteristic = -2 (double torus)
V- E+ F= C
92 -158 + 64 = -2 where n=8
Problem: Can you draw the shape of this box when n=3 and the
box is open?
I watch as an old man throws a raft from one side of the river to
the other side of the river and it lands with a splash and it is all
moored up. The strange thing about this raft is that at first glance
it is made out of ducks who are all tightly packed together and
then at another glance this raft is made from onions all tied
together. This mysterious old man miraculously evades everyone
only to settle on his raft all moored up. He jumps onto his raft with
a flying leap of faith from the opposite side of the river bank!
"Auh! She's just prodded me." Anna's friend mocks my words and
prods me again. This is a little annoying, but also makes me feel
giddy. So I can not be too annoyed which is even more annoying.
So I am just stuck on this lift on the stairway in the building trying
to go for a walk because no one will talk to me and this lass will
not stop prodding me and mocking me, everything that I say. She
is a cheeky girl and she has all my attention now as I take a good
look at her in her sparkly pink jumper and her blue jeans and her
cheeky face with her determined stare that will not take her eyes
off me. And that fucking finger that will not stop prodding me.
So now I am off military land. I make my way into what looks like a
cafe area with its tables and chairs. It is very clean and tidy. I hear
this inner voice in me that tells me, 'don't be fooled by all the
leads and the table and this set up.' I suddenly realise that I have
sat at a table where factory staff jet spray water at dirty factory
food equipment. I feel like a fool sat here at a table wanting a cup
of coffee and I feel like I have been misled. So I pick up a couple of
items at this table and I walk off with them to make out that I
belong here and that I know what I am doing here. I do not want
to steal these items and so I rest them up against a wall before I
leave this area and head off back down the public road again.
(Verse 141) A Vision In Suds.
What you want. What you want. What you want, want, want:
I see Jenny on an off chance and we get chatting. I ask Jenny about
her daughter. "How's Nancy?"
"I'm meeting her in twenty minutes. I told you that!" Jenny snaps
back.
"Here she is!" Jenny with her jingly car keys in her hand points out
Nancy who has just arrived in her shiny new car down the road,
just across the way and so Jenny goes off to talk to Nancy.
"No Tom, Tom Webb." I keep insisting to Sally who is still not
listening properly.
"He paints oil paintings of sailing ships. Big canvases of tall sailing
ships with the big sails. You know." I look at Sally as I tell her this
and I inadvertently glance at an interesting picture that has been
drawn very intricately with fine ink pens of all different coloured
inks. Like thin lines of colourful swirls of intricate scribble.
"Who Tim?" Asks Sally.
"No Tom." And I half laugh at the unbelievable mix up that we are
having. This is a very difficult conversation.
Intro:
e|-7--5--3--0--0--
B|-0--5--3--3--0--
G|-0--0--3--4--0--
D|-0--0--0--4--2--
A|-x--x--x--0--2--
E|-x--x--x--0--0--
-|-|--|--|--|--|--
-|-G--A7-Gm-D6-Em-
-|---sus----add---
-|----4-----9-----
Bridge:
e|-7--5--3--2--0--
B|-0--5--3--2--0--
G|-0--0--3--2--0--
D|-0--0--0--4--2--
A|-x--x--x--4--2--
E|-x--x--x--2--0--
-|-|--|--|--|--|--
-|-G--A7-Gm-F#-Em-
-|---sus----m-----
-|----4-----------
Bridge:
e|-7--5--3--2--0--
B|-0--5--3--2--0--
G|-0--0--3--2--0--
D|-0--0--0--4--2--
A|-x--x--x--4--2--
E|-x--x--x--2--0--
-|-|--|--|--|--|--
-|-G--A7-Gm-F#-Em-
-|---sus----m-----
-|----4-----------
e|-7--10-12-5--3--0--0--
B|-0--0--0--5--3--3--0--
G|-0--0--0--0--3--4--0--
D|-0--x--x--x--0--4--2--
A|-x--x--x--x--x--0--2--
E|-x--x--x--x--x--0--0--
-|-|--|--|--|--|--|--|--
-|-G--*G-*E-A7-Gm-D6-Em-
-|-------m-sus----add---
-|----------4-----9-----
Chords used:
e|-5--0--2--0--12-0--3--10-7--
B|-5--1--3--0--0--3--3--0--0--
G|-0--2--2--0--0--4--3--0--0--
D|-x--2--0--2--x--4--0--x--0--
A|-x--0--0--2--x--0--x--x--x--
E|-x--0--x--0--x--0--x--x--x--
-|-|--|--|--|--|--|--|--|--|--
-|-A7-Am-D--Em-*E-D6-Gm-*G-G--
-|sus----------m--add---------
-|-4--------------9-----------
"Yes mum it's a bit much." I hear my sister back me up on this one.
I feel awkward now, but the quietness is so nice.
My mum and dad are watching television in the living room now. I
come down the stairs from my room to pass through the living
room. My mum is laughing and joking about what is on television
and I am pleased that she is back to being talkative again. It is nice
to hear her talk now and she is not being annoying anymore.
"No they are right here. They are always right here with me." And
with that the old man places three medals on my chest.
Later I wonder, 'Why have I been given these three medals?' And 'I
wonder why I never thought to ask the old man who gave me
these medals just exactly what they are for?
"Well they have said that they will not accept a one thousand Euro
note." Says this woman who looks at me down her nose at me. I
am starting to change my mind now as I look to see how many
two hundred and one hundred Euro notes I have. They are yellow
and white in colour respectively and so I think that I will be alright.
I think that I will have enough of these smaller denominations of
notes. The five hundred and one thousand Euro notes are blue
and pink in colour respectively. I am considering asking someone,
anyone in the queue if they can change five hundred and one
thousand Euro notes into one hundred and two hundred Euro
notes.
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SOMEWHERE ELSE.
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Verse 1:
[A]Avalanche, [C]avalanche,
The [D]rocks fall down on your thousand mile ranch.
Chorus:
Verse 2:
[A]Avalanche, [C]avalanche,
The [D]rocks fall down on your two bit ranch.
Chorus:
"Did you have a good night?" I ask the man as he looks like he runs
some kind of mobile disco unit. He is a little slow to answer me, as
I can see that he is getting his thoughts together.
"There was a medium/clairvoyant/psychic? on last night." He
finally gets his words out.
"Well you know, they are alright, but I didn't really get into it." I
decide that this lad is not as dodgy as I first thought that he might
be. I aknowledge his review of the night that he has DJ'd with a
smile and a nod. So we part company as I can see that he is busy
and I am going in the opposite direction.
"I'm coming to get you! The front doors are locked. The back
doors are locked. I'm having fun and I'm going to find you!"
As I taunt the girls. It is just a matter of time. I will find them all in
the end, but in the meantime it is such good fun being the adult
acting out as the demented one! I sing out my intension:
"If you do what you are told you end up with a half descent record
with the songs on it that they want you to play. So if you end up
selling millions of records you make two million, but the record
industry makes so much more money. For all the years of
rehearsing. For all the shows that you do. This is what you get if if
you do what you are told then this is what you get, a half descent
record."
"There is no set time for how long I can keep you in a head lock." I
tell him. He does not like my answer because he is crying with
frustration.
"How long are you going to keep me like this?" Asks Sean.
"About ... " I pause to consider his question. " ... Seven minutes."
Is my answer that I finally give Sean, even though there is no clock
and so I have no idea as to how long I can keep him in a headlock.
Question:
Find 21 ways to circumnavigate.
Answer:
point a goes to points b,c,d,e,f,g,h.
points b,c,d,e,f,g,h go to points i,j,k.
points i,j,k go to point a.
The office of mathematical politics is algebraic as follows:
It is m for me and z for zee and Zee is the girl who is just like me. e
is laughing at Zee by the way that she does her paperwork. Zee is
lovely and cute and she confidently smiles as e teases her about
the way that she does her paperwork. Me I do my paperwork like
Zee, but I keep it quiet for now because I am new to this office,
you c?
"I think that it is Russia, but I am not sure." I half inform my dad as
I am searching my mind for clarification.
AVAILABILITY.
3xa
3xi
2xl
1xv
1xb
1xt
1xy
_______
12 letters total.
where n! is n factorial
Number of combinations
= (12!)/[(3!)(3!)(2!)]
= (12x11x10x9x8x7x6x5x4x3x2x1) / (3x2x1 x 3x2x1 x 2x1)
= (12x11x10x9x8x7 x5x4) / (2)
= 11x10x9x8x7x6x5x4
= (11!)/(3!)
= 6652800
It is like there are two female ghosts who are sat opposite me. The
two ghosts are either side of the woman who I have had an in
depth conversation with and who is also sat opposite me and
travelling with me on this train. I know that they are ghosts
because I can see through both of them onto the upholstery of
the backs of the train seats that the two ghosts are sat in. They are
two female ghosts, they are quiet to start off with. There are just
the odd stark glances at each other, but they are tense spirits.
Suddenly there is an empty twenty cigarette pack that goes flying
from one ghost to another and the empty cigarette pack hits its
own reflection in the window. I watch as one of the ghosts passes
through the woman opposite me and the two ghosts begin to
argue with each other in the isle of our train as the train taps out
its signature on the train tracks as it speeds along: Tut her, tut her.
Tut her, tut her. "Just leave them to it!" I exclaim to the woman
opposite me and I watch her roll her eyes before she leans
forward and folds her arms on the table whilst trying to see
outside to make out the dark movements passing behind her
reflection in the train window.
[Em]Blue Pleiadian
I [Bm]find you make me high.
[Em]I must have let you in
as [Bm]you was passing by.
Instrumental: {Em Bm Em A} x2
[Em]Blue Pleiadian
I [Bm]find you in my heart.
[Em]I must have let you in
my [Bm]pretty little part.
Instrumental: {Em Bm Em A} x2
Fucking Christmas.
Conversation:
Adi -
"What do you think to my christmas song that I wrote?" I open up
my book full lyrics and chords to show Sally.
Sally -
"Is there a joke that comes with that?"
Adi -
'Why is she asking me if there is a joke that comes with my
Christmas song?' I think to myself. Then I remember an old
Christmas joke:
"What do you call the reindeer behind rudolph the red nosed
reindeer?"
Sally -
"I don't know."
Adi -
"Randolph the brown nosed reindeer." I look at Sally's
exspressionless face.
Sally -
"Oh Randolph."
Adi -
"Yes, but the main point here is that he has a brown nose.
Sally if I have to explain this joke to you then it's not funny."
Sally -
"I don't get jokes. Did you make that joke up?"
Adi -
"No someone told me it." I look at Sally's expressionless face and
she makes me laugh more than any joke could.
"No. I have never driven in reverse." She tells me, which surprizes
me in one sense but not in another sense. She is an unusual lady.
"Can I borrow your car?" I ask her forthrightly. She does not
exactly say yes but it is clear to me that she is okay with lending
me her car.
THE END.
Ripple says, "You know that disco booking, if you had taken that
booking then there would have been another disco booking
available as well."
"Oh no, I have done with DJing all these discos now. I've done too
many." I tell Ripple that I have moved on from the disco days as
fun as they were at the time.
"Of course you're not." The man replies. This is the first time that
he has spoken to me. I look across to him and I notice on the
inside of his driver's door the following writing:
Don't let it
get off T 4
you 2.
'What does this all mean?' I wonder to myself as only the dead
person that I am could do.
It all goes back to the trees that grow so fast. With branches that
spring. Like a trampolene we bounce on these branches up in the
air. This is so much fun, we bound without care. A family of people
we play on the wood. We splice it all up and the feeling is good.
"I say it is awfully nice out here, what." Says the woman who is
walking next to me in an old fashioned and over exagerated
English accent which startles me for a second.
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SOMEWHERE ELSE.
Chapter Seven - September, AUTUMN 2017.
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"Yes well they don't want you to know about these sort of things,
do they." I am told by one of the secret service members.
For some reason I get an instinctive feeling that the person who
went on the run went over to Belgium to avoid the people like
these secret service members here in England. I am not saying
anything. I am not admitting to anything. I imagine a lonely
existence hiding out in a foreign country not understanding the
language. Restricted to a strict discipline of keeping out of
surveillance areas like banks, town centers, computers etc. I
imagine a sad lonely grufty man on the run unkempt, unshaven. A
tramp at their wits end. Living out their life in a rough existence,
but then what do I know?
"Oh now, we are only joking." Says Sally all concerned as she
rushes up to the young girl and leans sideways looking into her
face as she talks to her. "I daren't tell you that there's no fags for
you either." Says Sally in a joking kind of way.
'Sally is too kind.' I think silently to myself. 'And I would not want
to be responsible for giving cigarettes to a child.' I watch in
judgment as Sally shows off her inappropriate kindness to this
young girl. Sally is so sweet and I do not want to interject here,
but giving cigarettes to a minor is a bridge too far for me. This is
up to Sally not me and I am not getting involved, but what is she
thinking?
Intro:
e|-------------------
B|-------------------
G|-------------------
D|-------1--------1--
A|----1--------1-----
E|-0--------0--------
-|-|--|--|--|--|--|--
{ E G Bb A } x2
Eb D C A
Looking for the people to set the rotas right.
Eb D C A
Wanting everybody working day and night.
Bb E A G
Money, money, money, can't make me.
Bb E A G
Money, money, money, can't make me.
Eb D C A
I don't want to go to work tonight.
Eb D C A
I just need to set the record right.
Bb E A G
Money, money, money, can't make me.
Bb E A G
Money, money, money, can't make me.
Solo:
* *
e|-3--5--7--0--0--0--0--3--5--7--0--0--0--0--0--0--0--0
B|-3--------5--5--5--5--3--------5--5--5--5--5--5--5--5
G|-3--------6--6--6--6--3--------6--6--6--6--6--6--6--6
D|----------6--6--6--6-----------6--6--6--6--6--6--6--6
A|-----------------------------------------------------
E|-----------------------------------------------------
-|-|--|--|--|--|--|--|--|--|--|--|--|--|--|--|--|--|--|
Eb D C A
I don't want to go to work tonight.
Eb D C A
I just need to set the record right.
Bb E A G
Money, money, money, can't make me.
Bb E A G
Money, money, money, can't make me.
Bb E A G
won't break me.
Bb E A G
can't shake me.
Bb E A G
can't make me.
Outro:
E G Bb A
e|----------
B|----------
G|----------
D|-------1--
A|----1-----
E|-0--------
-|-|--|--|--
Chords used:
e|-0--1--0--2--3--0
B|-2--3--1--3--4--0
G|-2--3--0--2--3--1
D|-2--3--2--0--x--2
A|-0--1--3--x--x--2
E|-0--1--3--x--x--0
-|-|--|--|--|--|--|
-|-A--Bb-C--D--Eb-E
-|-----------------
-|-----------------
Instrumental:
e|10-10-7-7--3-3--2-2--0-0--0-0-
B|-0----0----0----0----1----0---
G|-0----0----0----0----2----0---
D|-0----0----0----0----3----2---
A|-x----x----x----x----0----3---
E|-x----x----x----x----0----0---
-|-|----|----|----|----|----|---
-|-G----G----G----G----F----C---
-|-------------- maj7-maj7-maj7-
-|-----------------
Verse 1:
[Cmaj7]I have the whole world be[Fmaj7]hind me now
[Cmaj7]As I sing my songs of [Fmaj7]love
[Cmaj7]As I follow the tribu[Fmaj7]taries
[Cmaj7]With everyone behind [Fmaj7]me
Instrumental x2
Verse 2:
[Cmaj7]I sing out loud for everyone to [Fmaj7]hear
[Cmaj7]As I cut through the path of least resis[Fmaj7]tance
[Cmaj7]The flow of [Fmaj7]water
[Cmaj7]A river of life is [Fmaj7]here
Instrumental x2
Verse 3:
[Cmaj7]I sink into my narrow [Fmaj7]boat
[Cmaj7]To get myself some [Fmaj7]sleep
[Cmaj7]I live a sheltered [Fmaj7]life
[Cmaj7]In these tributaries and [Fmaj7]locks
[Cmaj7]As I follow my [Fmaj7]hearts content
[Cmaj7]Down this river of [Fmaj7]life
Instrumental x2
Verse 4:
[Cmaj7]The fishes they [Fmaj7]swim along with me
[Cmaj7]The birds they chirp their [Fmaj7]song
[Cmaj7]To the sweet sounds of [Fmaj7]nature
[Cmaj7]My river boat a[Fmaj7]float
[Cmaj7]My platform. My [Fmaj7]home.
Instrumental x2
The train has left the station and so I make my way to the desk
and explain my situation. I am told that the train has gone for
repairs. What use is that for me?
Later I see the man on the door and I explain about the money,
but I am not sure about how much money I was given. There is a
mix up and I am really not sure about this money.
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SOMEWHERE ELSE.
Chapter Eight - October, AUTUMN 2017.
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SOMEWHERE ELSE.
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A team of cyclists have just whizzed past. I hear someone say with
a slightly amused expression, "It's the band. The lead singer does
not know where to go." And I notice someone shouting out to
them and waving his hat in the air to get their attention, but they
went past so fast that they are a long way up the road now. I met
the lead singer earlier today. He is a young lad. He has a strong
Irish accent when he speaks. I do not know his name.
[ DB7][ 6L5]
"I'll throw it away. Come on!" She says and we go off laughing and
joking and reliving the crash. She is so crazy and I am such a fool.
"Sally you are so much fun to be with and to die by your side, well
the pleasure and the privilege is all mine."
I rearrange the swiss rolls in the clear plastic packaging that they
came in. I try to look objectively at the packaging. Does that look
like I have not eaten a swiss roll? I feel guilty. Taking without
asking and then covering up my tracks. But my dad is not here and
those swiss rolls are so nice.
(Verse 246) Tubes Of White Plastic.
I am eating plastic. I did not know that I could eat plastic! 'This
could be useful.' I think to myself. I am reassured to know that I
can eat plastic and get nutrition from it. But this is no ordinary
plastic. So what sort of plastic is this?
"I don't know what's for your dinner but I know what's for my
dinner." He smiles as he tells me this. "I have not had anyone
around here for a month now." He confesses. I tell him a few
things about my life. 'It is good to catch up with old friends.' I think
to myself as I eat up my tuna and sweetcorn sandwich on brown
bread.
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The Little Cartoon Character.
There is a little cartoon character who has got more integrity than
the rest. A little cartoon character who I have more respect for
than anyone else. Who can see all the injustice around them. Who
knows how it is all going wrong. This little cartoon character has a
different to all of the others. There is hope in my plight now you
see, for as long as this little character is around me. Who can see
that I am friendly and fair. That I am just caught up in the bias and
the prejudice. I have found my own little friend who will back me
up when all those around me who are against me and working in
fear. My only true friend in this world.
They may be little but they are strong. They may be a cartoon
character but they have learnt how to become so real. Somehow
their attitude is different. They have more integrity than the
others. They are so much fairer than the rest. This little cartoon
character can stand as a force of its own. This little cartoon
character is changing a culture on its own. So as the wheels of
America are turning there is a little cartoon character who is
changing America for the better. There is a little cartoon character
who is straight and is so true and so strong, as to change the
culture of a nation and so right what is surely so wrong. No one
will ever notice them. For they are little and out of sight, but they
make so much difference to a culture. They can make a great
nation change its course, to suddenly to become right over night.
So now a new day is dawning. There is hope now for me in this
life. That is only for this little cartoon character who nobody cares
to know. But they can change the ways of a great nation and still
they are working alone. In the back streets of a great nation. They
are forever, 'The Unknown.'
For some reason I need a curly cable that I anchor to a child's toy. I
run this cable up to a light in the ceiling, so that the light comes on
in the loo. Without knowing a young child twangs the curly cable
and the cable boings off its anchor. The child's mother and I laugh
about this and I apologise to her for the cable getting in the way.
Maybe I will get dressed now.
This is my message.
This is my plight.
To make my way out,
of this unequal night.
I find my direction.
I find my way out.
To truly find out,
what I am about.
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|\ /|
| *---* |
| | | |
| *---* |
|/ \|
*-----------*
6 square faces.
8 vertices v=8
12 edges e=12
6 faces f=6
f+v-e=2
To put a bra on this cube is to draw lines at the mid points of every
edge. This will give six diamonds set into each square face
of this cube. This will result in eight cups that are tetrahedral in
shape and each of these eight cups cover each of the eight
vertices.
*
/ \
/ \
*-----------*
| |
| |
| |
*-----------*
\ /
\ /
*
2 triangular faces
1 square face
1 hexagonal face
6 vertices v=6
8 edges e=8
4 faces f=4
f+v-e=2
And so to make this shape work there will have to be curved faces.
It might seem quite obvious in this example that it will have to
have curved faces but in more complicated examples this will not
be so obvious. By putting a bra on this shape we will draw lines
from the mid point of each edge to get a triangle opposite way up
to the triangle that it has been inset into. In this case there are
two triangles. There will be a diamond shape inset into the
square. The result of this is that there are now six cups, one
around each of the vertices. Four of the cups are tetrahedral but
two of the cups are triangular. It is the triangular cups that point
to the fact that this shape must have curved faces because it is a
two dimensional cup represented in a three dimensional space.
Questions:
Q1, What is the line length of all horizontal and vertical lines
with respect to x and y?
Q2, What is the maximum ratio y/x possible without overlap? Give
values for x and y.
Answers:
(Verse 271) Biddy On The Ale And The Old Man On The Cart.
I think that I must have had a good time. I have been to some
great hotel and I can not even remember the visit. I vaguely
remember chatting to Sally. I am walking away now. I am in the
grounds of this great hotel, walking on the black tarmac to make
my way home. The grounds are massive and walking all the way
home is daunting to me.
"I feel like one of those people who lay down on the ground. Who
have sand spread all around them and then you get up and your
human shape is impressed in the ground. For then it to be filled in
with a different colour in order for it to be highlighted. Leaving a
floor that has your human shape in it."
I have only got one shoe on. I am looking for my other shoe. "I
have taken both my shoes off." The other lad tells me. The other
other lad who was with us before is in a room way on up ahead by
this time. So we are lagging behind now.
I am aware of the lady who we are doing this work for. She is such
a beautiful aspect. She is so trusting. She has so much trust in us.
So much so that I feel obligated. I feel that I am obliged not to
breach her trust in us. She is such a wonderful wonderful lady. I
feel that, and I would never ever want to ever let her down. I feel
that it is important to do a good job here, because we can prepare
for something so big here. It is not exactly known what that will
be, but we just know that we are on the verge. On the precipice of
something sooo, so big!
Adi Cox plays acoustic guitar and he sings mainly punk, new wave
and rock songs. He also writes and performs original songs. Adi
enjoys busking and open mic nights in the Torbay area since he
moved here in 2017. You can usually find him playing on
Odicombe beach in the early hours of each morning.
I have now got Sally's cola cubes and I am driving back in a car. I
have the things for the others on the expedition too. But the
traffic is horrendous. It has been raining and I can see cars sliding
up ahead on the slight bend of this fast road. So I decide to slow
down. I am so careful now but I can see cars losing control on the
opposite side of this road also and these cars are heading towards
me. Then it just goes silly:
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"Think of two numbers and call a lady this. Nineteen twenty six,
come on down!" I blurt out without thinking it through and
surprise myself. I look for a reaction from the two ladies with my
thoughtless comment. I imagine that these ladies have an interest
in what I have to say, but they do not. They have their own
conversation and so my own foolish comments are pushed aside.
"I did but you know me, I like to get on with the job!" With this
reply to my mum the teenage lass is surprised at my answer and
she laughs. I just shrug my shoulders.
I know that this is alien to most people, but I know that you co-
control your extraterrestrials. I am interested in this and so I am
communicating to you in this regard as I am interested in how to
become a part of the co-control team who manages these
entities. I have deliberated on appropriate ways in which to
manage/co-control these entities and would like to be regarded
for a prominent position in the implementation for the co-control
of extraterrestrials.
Adi Cox.
"I did not know that it was the Union room." I admit to him.
"It says up there." The lad nods to a sign on the wall that says,
Student Union Room. I empty my pocket and I find a stainless
steel knife in my pocket.
"Here I think that this is yours." And I hand the knife over to the
schoolboy.
"Yes, eighty pounds each. I will not lie to you." A manager is forced
to admit.
This puts me into a quandary. When would they have told us that
they would be taking one hundred and sixty quid from us? The
managers are starting to look a bit dodgy. It is starting to look like
this company is taking liberties with us, their staff.
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(Verse 309) To Lay A Foundation.
A load of us have been preparing the ground to put a floor in. I
have been stacking some books up, on a tilt off the ground, but
they keep falling down and I am getting frustrated.
"Put the silver book second from the bottom." I hear someone
say. I will try that. I do not want to look arrogant but I do not see
how that will work.
The man then comes along with a wheelbarrow full of a wet sand
and cement mix. It is like water and I am thinking that it is too
runny. 'It should be easy to level the floor with that. You just pour
it out of the wheelbarrow and it will level itself.' I am thinking to
myself.
I can hear some women shout, "Go on! Jump!" They want me to
jump into the water but it is too high up for me to do that. I could
easily miss the water and land on some hard ground, so I shout
back:
"I have got to go now. Will you promise to let us throw you into
the water tomorrow if we let you go now?"
I just notice my big toe nail. It needs cutting. Is that my toe nail or
is that my sister Jenny's toe nail? I wonder. I compare my toe nail
with Jenny's toe nail. God! That needs cutting. It is my toe nail. It is
so long. How did I let it get so long? We both need our toe nails
cutting.
There is a welcome.
There is hope.
I am feeling my way.
She is a lovely girl.
And engaging.
We both have so much to say.
This is a dream,
that has surely come true.
An alien and I.
Up in the sky.
If you look up at Orion,
you will see us fly by.
On another level as they rode down the road on their push bikes,
the upshot in reality of this game is that Ripple and Jenny have ice
cream to eat. This ice cream is on a trail. They follow the trail of
the ice cream, but it is hot and the ice cream is melting. They have
a saggy, soggy trail of white vanilla ice cream that is like a thickly
piped out stream on the tar mac roads. Ripple is cheeky. He gives
Jenny some lip. There is joking and banter and a smack in the
chops for Ripple from Jenny. He quickly moves back in anticipation
and avoids another hit from Jenny. He is laughing. He does not
care. It is all just fun in the heat of the day.
(Verse 325) Unrecognition.
I am driving around. I am lost. I cannot seem to recognise
anywhere. Only the white lines of the road markings, the bollards
and the crash barriers at the side of the roads that I drive down,
do I notice until:
[D# D C A]
Living it down
Here in town.
[A# A C G]
[Am]Needless to say
[F]There's nothing here for me
[Am]As I make my way I can... [C D]
[Dm]Only be [Am]free
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I go on to tell Matt and a few others that I have been up and down
the country busking. So I may have been to Worthing without
remembering. I really do not think that they are interested in
where I have been. So why are we having this conversation? And
what is all this about Worthing? I am wondering to myself.
We see Andy Milton and this woman gives him an interview with
her microphone all journalistic like. "You were in a band weren't
you?" She says, half asking a question and half making a factual
statement. Andy smiles, there is a delay before his reply as he
thinks about what he should say. Andy admits to being in a band
with me and he appreciates how difficult it must be to be idolised
all the time. When journalists put you on the spot all the time and
you have to know how to deal with them.
(335) Justification.
This is work. I lug stuff around in a paddling pool. I take my jumper
off and I lay down in the paddling pool. I feel that I should be
doing some work and that I am taking liberties, but it is nice and
warm and relaxing lying down here in this paddling pool. "Has Ray
done the sixty letter claims?" I am asked by someone.
"I don't know. I'll find out." I reply. It is warm and relaxing here in
this paddling pool. I get to relax in it from time to time and I listen
to the gossip. There is a flash that takes me by surprise and a
picture has been taken. They want to show how busy and used
this paddling pool gets. It is proof that this paddling pool gets used
a lot and that it is a good investment. Everything has to be
justified via the accountant and I have to justify my presence in
this paddling pool also.
She is alone
dressed up in pink
with nowhere to go.
He comforts her
in her loneliness.
He grabs hold of her hand
and he sings
whilst he dances:
Now he is alone
dressed up for the show.
Black suit, white shirt
and a black 'n' white tie.
She comforts his loneliness.
She grabs hold of his hand,
for they are at a dance now
and they put on a show:
29-12-17
(339) An Accumulation.
Paula is sorting out all her holidays from work. She gets extra days
off for some reason and she is sorting them all out on her phone,
as she has to use them all up. She has spent money on this and so
she has accumulated more holidays. It looks more like gambling to
me, but she knows what she is doing. She has explained it a bit to
me before, but it goes in through one ear and then out through
the other ear.
31-12-17
(340) Unrelated.
It has gone midnight and I hope that Tammy is having a good shift.
Roger Hales is moving on. He gave me his mic. I told him that I will
miss him. He is always doing something else. He never stays still.
We are on a bus and we are chatting. Sat on the top deck, moving
along. I have two mics now, 'I can speak out in stereo.' I think to
myself as we tootle along on top deck. There is so much more to
this but that has gone missing. Lost in the realms. I can only
wonder about all that we have done Roger and I.
I see a sheet that shows how well Tammy's shift has gone. I see
how much sleep her service user has had on her night shift. He
had had a lot of sleep and so she has had a good shift.
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"Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi! Oi!" I shout out as I stare into the car windows.
Searching to grab the drivers attention as it carriers towards my
car at speed in reverse. Just in time the driver slams on his breaks
and he looks around wondering what all the fuss is about. His car
is full of junk in the back that obscures his vision and there is a
large lady who is sat in the passengers seat next to him.
"You have just ran over my possession. You was just about to hit
my car!" I point out to the driver in an exasperated tone. My push
bike is mangled, but my car is alright. At least I am thankful for
that. The man realises what he has done and searches his mind for
something to say. I begin to calm down now as a collision with my
car has now been averted.
As I push bike along a path a white van man drives fast out of a
driveway in front of me. Up onto the road that is covered in a
blanket of snow and promptly spins out of control on the ice and
comes to a stop facing the wrong way. The driver is a young lad.
With his window down and his elbow hanging out of his window
he talks loudly on his phone. Excitedly he talks to Whitey and tells
Whitey his van manoeuvring. Whitey is a knobhead too!
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7-1-18
(351) What?
I see Maz sat at a table. I notice that she only has one arm and
that the other arm is a stub. I do not make anything of this but I
am surprised. She tells me that she goes to spiritual church. I do
not say anything about this at first, but the thought of Maz going
to spiritual church remains in the back of my mind. Then later I ask
Maz, "Do you put some spiritual cream on it?" And I do a pretend
rubbing action with my hand, "Spirit it away." I say. I am not
referring to anything in particular but there is a wry smile from
Maz. The conversation is left up in the air and I do not really know
what I have said.
8-1-18
I look at the hole in the floor again and to my surprise the hole
morphs onto its side into a surreal piece of geometry and then
begins to look a little bit like a toilet seat. The toilet seat with the
hole in it.
10-01-18
(354) Awoken.
I wake up and I walk the corridors of this awoken world to
discover my direction. I try new things. Just what feels right for me
to do. I am not sure just what it is that feels true within the
corridors of that awoken world. Those different dawning suns of
golden skies that shines across into my bleary eyes. New morning
selections for me to choose my awoken moments. My morning
views that is born of careful considerations of do's and don'ts and
will's and won'ts that takes me to my destined places of hopeful
sunny rise and shines.
I am having a laugh with this lass and this lad. The lass has been
telling me that she feigned disability, but she made a silly move
and proved herself to not be disabled. She laughs about this to
me. She laughs at her own stupidity and then she does a forward
roll down a stairway. This girl is crazy, but she is a good laugh and
her friend is daft too. He wants to do some gymnastic moves, but
there are railings in the way and so he sits on me. "Why don't you
start your gymnastics manoeuvre over there where there is
space? Why do you come over here and sit on me?" I challenge his
strange behaviour. He just looks me straight into my eyes and puts
on this stupid facial expression like someone a bit stupid. He
makes me laugh. I can not take him seriously.
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12-01-18
13-01-18
I listen to the young woman's mother as she slates the girl for
being no good, for being lazy, for being the weird woman that she
is. Her mother is shouting abuse at her. Her mother is aggravating
her. The young woman is disturbed.
Later I meet the young woman. She claims that she has got into
trouble from the authorities for being too compassionate. She is a
freaky thing. She puts chills down my spine. There is something
not right about her.
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The Queen catches up with me, "Why have you not been up to
see me?" She asks me. I do not let on anything to her. I try not to
make it so obvious that I am evasive.
Maz is helpful she looks through the poles with me. "These are
they!" She enthusiastically points out a selection of dark wooden
poles lying in a large rack with other poles. So I feel compelled to
purchase these dark wooden poles in order to craft them and
make them look ornate.
She has a little trolley with leaflets on it that she gives out in the
chemist. It used to be a big room on wheels until she bumped into
a girl. It made the woman jump but the girl was alright. "Oo!" The
woman said dramatically making lots of noise and fuss whilst the
girl just walked off discreetly, she slipped out with a little frown on
her face not wanting to be known.
17-01-18
(362) Those Amongst Us.
There is a lot of running around in circles. I am not keen of the big
cats, those Lions that run around amongst us. I do not trust them
amongst the people as we all intermingle with the Gazelles and
antelope running around in circles through the dust that flies up
into the air. We all jump the brambles and bushes. I keep a keen
eye on those Lions who I do not trust, who we pass and who pass
us constantly. We, us humans we keep our posture. We have our
dominance amongst these beasts who could rip us up into shreds.
We, us humans have our psychological dominance against the
brute strength that surrounds us in this wild scrum of a whirling
dervish, as we all intermingle in this great scurry and flurry of
animals who jump the brambles of bushes with us through the
whirlwind of constant danger from these big cats who jump
amongst us.
18-01-18
"You know what you've done! You threw me off on purpose!" Her
accusations are focused. Frowning with contempt she is out to get
revenge.
Mark Boldham and another lass have fallen out and I do not want
to know. "It's between you two." I tell them without knowing
what it is all about. 'Maybe he has indecently assaulted her and I
have just turned my back. I wonder if I have done the right thing?'
I turn around and I am shocked to see that Mark is masturbating
in front of the lass. With all his passion he tugs away in front of all
of us around him. Compelled to carry on until he comes, whilst I
just walk away.
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20-01-18
21-01-18
(367) Unsure.
Chris Burke is talking about answers to questions. I do not know
what he is talking about. He is talking to a group of people and I
have been excluded from this conversation. I am not privy to know
what is going on. I am wondering if I will be short on hours now. If
I will miss out on some hours pay.
I find out that there is a pack from the band Metallica that Sam is
selling. I understand that most people are wanting it for the
questions and answers. I am not sure about this or what it all
means, but if Chris rips me off my hours, if I lose money then I will
make him pay for it!
22-01-18
(369) An Attachment.
I see a heart shaped door frame. There is no wall around this
frame. There is no door in this frame. Like a heart shaped window
frame that I look through from a distance. I take a good look inside
to see a whole new world. I could easily walk right in, but I do not.
I dare not enter for that world is tainted with attachment. It is a
world that is racked with anxieties. Addictions of pleasures that
would screw my mind.
25-01-18
(370) Beyond The Confines Of Avoidant Behaviour.
Things happen and people walk into my life. I use all my avoidant
behaviour to the best of my ability. I have my bag pack full. Out of
the blue beyond a woman questions me about the contents of my
backpack. Where's this? Where's that?
"No they are here." I tell her as I show her my backpack with an
aluminium folded up chair which bulges out of the confines of the
backpack.
26-01-18
27-01-18
(372) Guidance.
My boss rings me up from work and it is like he is opening up an
advent calendar for me on the other end of the phone:
"What's the date today?" My boss asks me. I tell him the date and
then he tells me what I have got today. "... Alright." He says at the
end of every sentence. I am not sure if he is telling me that I am
alright or if he is asking me. I am never told that I have got some
chocolate to eat from this advent calendar. I like chocolate. It is
not Christmas now and I wonder if there are more appropriate
ways to do things around here.
I tell him that I am prepared for any eventuality and that I was
born ready.
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29-01-18
I am not happy with this man and I try to reason with him. I notice
something odd about him. I notice something that does not ring
true.
"You're not a ticket inspector are you?" I tell him as I look at him
suspiciously. I rip open his coat and he has an orange top on with
the word 'Retail' written in white letters across his chest. I start to
laugh. I pat him on the back. I give him a high five. I shake the
man's hand.
30-01-18
No Home.
I walk the streets at night
All alone
With nowhere to go now
I ain't got no home.
Aint got no home.
Aint got no home.
Living it down
Here in town.
Free To Be Me.
There's nothing here for me
I've had my fun
I'm free of it all now as I...
Laze in the sun
Make a change
Free from desire
Above the clouds I am...
Floating [Am]higher
Free to be me
Free to be me
Needless to say
There's nothing here for me
As I make my way I can...
Only be free
Free to be me
Free to be me
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[D# D C A]
Living it down
Here in town.
[A# A C G]
Free To Be Me.
[Am]There's nothing here for me
[F]I've had my fun
[Am]I'm free of it all now as I... [C D]
[Dm]Laze in the [Am]sun
[Am]Make a change
[F]Free from desire
[Am]Above the clouds I am... [C D]
[Dm]Floating [Am]higher
[Am]Needless to say
[F]There's nothing here for me
[Am]As I make my way I can... [C D]
[Dm]Only be [Am]free
Instrumental
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We turn a corner and the edge of a brickwork wall scrapes his car
door and the corner of the brick wall jolts the car at the back as it
scrapes the paintwork from front to back. 'That's got to make a
mess of this car.' I think to myself as I sit there helpless as the
uncomfortable passenger, but DJ continues driving. He continues
having a meltdown as he is driving and he continues to tell me
about his illness whilst stressed behind the wheel.
(384) The Riff.
I am driving through the narrow roads of the rustic shire of Devon.
With its hill tops of green fields and its grey cliff walls. I will park
up and work on my guitar playing. I have a Pink Floydish riff and I
want to get it right. There is some debate with some others as to
the exact specifics of this ride out. It all goes above my head and I
focus on my guitar. Maybe the riff is more Deep Purpleish. I do not
really know. I just want to get it right and put on a good show. Play
the songs then go.
(386) Puzzled.
There is a child talking to me. With her child like enthusiasm she
explains about bridging a gap with food. She has these plastic
plates that join together and bridge the food together. She says
that they are there to teach the people.
There is a child who follows me. I do not know her name. I do not
know who she is. She has befriended me as we walk the isles
through this shop. Then I decide that I must get away. So I give the
girl the jilt. She is with her family and I do not belong with them.
She does not want me to leave her, but I make my excuses. I jump
an isle and find an exit door.
I am being hounded
for cheating on my girl
with an alien life form, you see.
My girlfriend's sister
she thinks that I am sleazy.
I have lost all of her respect now, you see.
(388) Lions.
There are lions who jump around on high walls here, but if you
know which high walls to go to then you can be safe. You can
avoid these dangerous lions. I search for these high walls. I wish to
be safe. I wish to avoid these dangerous lions.
I see a beautiful girl and I tell her exactly how much I love her. I go
into great detail as I explain exactly how much love that I have for
her.
Later I find myself in a massive cage. "Do you like the bars?" I ask
the other people who are sat in this cage with me. "I welded these
bars on." I tell them, thinking that I have done a good job. The
door to this cage is unlocked. We can leave anytime that we like,
but for some reason we choose to sit in here and we chat from
time to time.
(389) My Loss.
I have lost my coat or am I dreaming? Is anything ever lost in a
dream? I have been working with Lynn. We chat as she goes about
on her mobility scooter. There are so many obstacles. It has been
raining and I negotiate a large puddle. I find high ground on the
tarmac that is not flooded and I find my way around the puddle
without getting my feet wet. I have a chat with Lynn and we
discuss about how useless we both are. Me forgetting things. Her
struggling on her mobility scooter. So she goes off on her own
back to her home and I go back tracing my tracks looking for my
coat. I am so forgetful these days and I do not like this feeling of
loss when I lose things.
People give you good messages here. They will help you to find
your own way. It is all about the art of good living. It is all about
the art of good practice you see. So when the rides are all over at
the end of the day, you will not be going anywhere else tonight,
because this is where you live. This is where you belong and the
people here will help you to learn how to finally live your life right.
Through the ups and downs of the roller coaster and into the
darkness of night. This Adventure Park Of Good Practice, will
deliver you, from out of the coldness of fear and into the warmth
of the light.
The robot was stashed away in hiding. Idle in storage, but now it
has found a new life with me. It is mine to use. She told me that I
could have it. So now this new life belongs to me. With this new
life it likes to dance around. With its broken mechanism a new
part has been found. The gears are fully working now. The cogs
are all in place, but its white plastic head is still without a face. I
guess that she does not miss it now. It was never really there
anyhow. So now it does its own thing. It lives and dances without
a care.
14-02-18
Before Dave has been invited to join his two potential future
bosses. They give me a run down on their potential employee
Dave. They know what he is like and they joke about Dave. So I am
sat at this pub table with these two blokes as they make fun of
Dave and I am laughing so much as I look at Dave, looking at me
sat at a distant table. He has not got a clue what I am laughing at.
"Yes, One hundred and something, I have been told." Dave says
agreeingly because it is over one hundred pounds a week.
The other man butts in hardly able to contain himself. "Yes, One
hundred and ..." He stalls. He can barely tell Dave without
laughing. "... Forty two pence." He tells Dave with a snigger.
I am having so much fun here and I cannot help but laugh as poor
Dave is dispondant. I think that he thought that he was getting a
few quid more than that. We are all having a laugh at Dave's
expense. I feel guilty about this, but that does not stop me from
laughing at him.
(403) To Be Unknown.
There are all these posh people in this big old house. It is as if I do
not exist. It is as if I am not important. No one notices me. I follow
this bloke around as I am unsure where I should be. I see a woman
with a big posh hat on who looks nice, but she does not take any
interest in me and she talks to the bloke who I follow. I do not
know the rules here. I do not know the etiquette. I am new here
and no one really notices me. They are posh and I am poor in this
household, in this big old house. I am unsure. I am not noticed. No
one knows who I am.
(404) A Pile Of Plimpsolls.
I am in the back row in class on the benches as I pass from one
bench to the next. I disturb people who are sat there. There has
got to be a much better way than this to get about I think to
myself. And every black rubber and canvas plimpsoll comes off
each of the children's feet who I pass. There are so many
plimpsolls on the floor now that we do not know whose is whose.
Surely there is a better way than this. It will take so long to get all
our plympsolls back on. This disruption is all pervasive. There are
some snotty children here who think that they are better than the
rest of us. I take exception to one lad. "So you think that you are
better than the rest of us then do you?" I challenge him and he
genuinely does think that he is better than the rest of us, but his
plimpsolls are lost upon the floor with all the other plimpsolls, just
the same as all the other children's plimpsolls. As a part of the pile
of black rubber and canvas footwear that they have now become.
I feel this sharp point in my arm. "Are you pushing that pencil lead
into me?!" I exclaim to the lad's little brother who has intervened
to stick up for his older brother and I inspect my arm after
snatching the pencil off of him.
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