April 21st, 2007

The next Post Of The Week will be announced on Sunday evening.

Please note that nominations for next week cannot be accepted until then.

1. Big Ass Belle: piano music

He played the piano for Ronnie as he had done for years. Music to remind him of his love, music to speak of his loss when he had no words to do so. It was love and anguish and heartbreak and regret that kept his fingers moving over those keys night and day for weeks and weeks. When it finally stopped, it stopped for good

2. The Church of Me: Wisdom. Rebirth from Streatham to Hampton Court, Sunday 8 April 2007

I had to come here – we were going to visit last August, but due to lack of time we never quite managed it on that occasion – to exorcise what had gone before, in my continuing fight to banish the ghosts so that I – we – can go places without my feeling scared of them. After all, the last time I saw these towers I had come here to die.

3. Guyana: Parent-Child

I close me eyes, remember something my mother did say…it ain’t matter how old she get, how old she children get, they gon always be she children. When she first tell me that I was a teen and it make me vex.

Now I wonder if I would be that way if I had children and they grow up.

4. I am livid: Indignant

“Are we going for a curry later Brillo?” I asked hopefully.

“I’m not sure, it depends on how indignant I am.”

“No Brillo you feckless muppet, indignant is nothing like ‘hungry’. And you would generally not describe yourself as being ‘indignant’ anyway.”

“Oh. Right.”

5. Little Red Boat: Challenge Anna (the thirtieth birthday countdown): Challenge One

“Maybe £30 is too much. Maybe I should just put three quid on, maybe?”
“But that’s not the point. It has to be enough to HURT”
“Well, it DOES bloody hurt.”

6. Real E Fun: What’s In A Name?

I was sorry for Daniel. And yet, it made me glad to live here, in a place where lambing comes before tarmac; where the pace of life is slow; where people can set their own priorities, and don’t always have to be ruled by their paid work. It seems somehow more real, more authentic, than the big metropolis where I used to live. I know cities suit some people, but they don’t suit me.

7. Reluctant Nomad: Father and son stuff: cool or uncool?

‘What’s that, Mommy’, C, the daughter, piped up one day when she saw what we were doing.

‘Oh, nothing, darling, it’s a cigar. Everyone wants to see what it tastes like.’

‘Can I try?’

‘No, darling, you’re too young.’