Waving At Aircraft!

Posted on June 30, 2014 by The Baldock Bard.

Have you ever lain on your back on a hot summer’s day, looked up at the sky and wondered where that plane is going? The other day I watched a contrail from the garden. I pointed my phone at the sky and discovered though an app (PF AR) that it was carrying freight from Mineapplois to Stansted. If I was able to do that with my i-phone, how could someone with more resources ‘lose’ an aircraft…

In lay on my back
Looked up to the sky
Watching an aircraft
And wondering why
It leaves a trail
Wherever it’s been
Although sometimes
This cannot be seen

Then I wondered
About that Malaysian plane
Where it could be
Will it be seen again
The news is now silent,
The press have moved on
And nobody knows
Where it has gone

All of those relations
Of the passengers lost
How must they feel
When they count the cost
Of families parted
Never seen again
Because the authorities
Can’t find just one plane

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Memories at Offord Lock!

Posted on June 28, 2014 by The Baldock Bard.

Is there a place you know that forever reminds you of somebody?
Mrs Bard and I were on the River Great Ouse in Cambridgeshire this week. On a narrow-boat the top speed is around 4mph and so there is plenty of ‘thinking time’ as you steer a path that in a car would take minutes, but by boat takes hours. There are also locks to negotiate that can add considerably to journey time. It is one of these locks that will forever remind me of a friend who left us two years ago today.
Marsya and her husband Tony were with us for the weekend and we had to go through Offord Lock on our journey. While we were working the lock, I watched Marsya go over to a small table where there were cakes for sale in aid of charity. I took a couple of snapshots, not professional photographs, just holiday snaps!

This week, travelling through the same small countryside lock, I remembered that insignificant moment (woman buys cakes from table!) and thought of Marsya. Then I trawled through my un-catalogued digital-drawer to find the photos.
I post them this morning for two reasons. Firstly, to remember a great friend, who is sorely missed by all who had the great fortune to meet and know her. Secondly, as a reminder to us all, to enjoy and rejoice at those small insignificant moments when they happen, as they may turn out to be more important than they might seem at the time.
Enjoy a great weekend

Baldock Bard

The Perfect Farm for Me!

Posted on June 27, 2014 by The Baldock Bard.

The other day I found a very pleasant small farm, and it was on special offer! I was so impressed that I couldn’t resist taking a look around. After a very short while I thought, ‘it’s the perfect farm for me!’…

I’ve found the perfect farm,
It comes in a tin!
The sheep are never out,
They are always in,
The pigs are neither fat,
Nor are they too thin!
One, two three,
It’s the perfect farm for me!

The weather is just right,
The crops always grow,
No sprays or fertilizer,
To muck up the cash flow,
The bank manager’s happy,
to watch profits grow!
One, two three,
It’s the perfect farm for me!

It’s the most perfect farm,
That I’ve ever seen,
On my side of the fence,
The grass is always green,
The only problem,
It is just a dream!
One, two three,
It’s the perfect farm for me!

You too can own the perfect ‘Farm in a tin’, just pop along to an ASPACE store or visit them online. Alternatively you can invest a vast amount of money in a piece of land and watch the worry-lines grow!

The Agricultural Show-goers!

Posted on June 26, 2014 by The Baldock Bard.

The other day in the blazing sunshine I went to an agricultural show. It is a great place to ‘people watch’ as farmers these days come in all shapes, sizes and by no means all wear tweed! I happened to spot a couple that were not wearing matching agricultural uniform, this lead me to write this…

A young farmer that I know,
Took a girl to an agricultural show.
When she asked him what she should wear,
He said “anything I don’t care!”
When she asked him what she’d see,
He said “plenty, including me!”
“There’ll be cows and bulls, sheep and rams,
Oh! And pigs for quite exquisite hams!
Then there’ll be combine harvesters, tractors and ploughs,
And all sorts of gadgets for milking cows!
There’ll be balers for straw and turners for hay,
Loaders and chasers to cart it away!
But above all else and this is true,
The most important thing there will be you!”

So she spent all day tramping around,
Following his progress on the showground.
As he chatted with reps who explained their machines,
She fumed because she could have worn jeans!

Is It All Over? It Is Now!

Posted on June 24, 2014 by The Baldock Bard.

Anything with the faintest resemblance to a flag of St George is suddenly in the recycling or remainder bin. Is it too much to hope that its association with a bunch of over-paid, under-achieving, surrender-boys is over? In most parts of this country the sound of ‘En-Ger-Lund, En-Ger-Lund, En-Ger-Lund’ is enough to induce desperation…

“Flags half price! Support your National Team!
You don’t have to be Mancurian or live down in Cheam!
Enjoy your favourite cuppa from an En-Ger-Land mug,
And you’ll be reminded, they went right down the plug!”
“Hey! Lady, like a hat? Down from two-ninety-nine,
Or a large England glass holds a bottle of wine!
Or one used manager, for just 3.5 million pound,
Like a virgin, never progressed, past the first round!”
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Angry Pavement Riders!

Posted on June 23, 2014 by The Baldock Bard.

I was walking down the high street of a local town yesterday when I was sworn at by a Scooterist. My crime, although not obvious to me at the time, was walking on a pavement. Apparently I should have known that the fat-chariot was behind me and dived out of the way. The mobility scooters have the ability to give the elderly their freedom, however they are given a bad name by the angry brigade who are often obese and should be walking…

I was walking down the high street yesterday,
When a woman on a scooter yelled: “Get out my ‘effin way!”
I was so surprised while carrying my heavy load,
That I stepped out of her way right into the busy road.

She laughed so much that she begin to shake,
She could have run a chip shop as the fat did wobble make!
She continued on her way shouting, I think she said ‘Fork!’,
It would have made her healthier if she’d been made to walk.

As I raised up my camera the woman filled the shot,
She turned around to swear, “You’d better ‘effin not!”
By then the shot was ruined, the focus wouldn’t be,
I gave up, turned around, and went off home for tea!

The rules of civilization don’t seem to apply to them,
As they terrorise the pavement, fat women and fat men,
But why be so angry, why do they have to scream and shout
The burger bars are opening, they think they might run out!

*Picture above – Serving suggestion only!

Forty-Eight Years Later…!

Posted on June 21, 2014 by The Baldock Bard.

Forty-eight years ago I was given a First Day Cover where the General Post Office had over-printed a stamp with ‘England Winners’. This simply altered stamp rather sums up the difference between then and now. In those days footballers earned a wage, it was the greatest honour to represent their country, tackles on the pitch were crunching and it was not unusual for them to run a pub on retirement. Such a far cry from todays touch-and-fall-to-‘win’-a-penalty, media-posing, Wag-posturing, prima-donnas, where even the manager earns over £67,000 a week. So much has changed in nearly fifty years, many things for the better, but some of the changes make you wonder…

Sea lions on their shirts
And they’re coming home,
They should have stayed in Brazil,
By beating the team from Rome!
There’ll be calls to retire the manager,
To a bungalow by the sea,
Where in a wingback chair he can dribble,
No chance of a penalty!
However they’ve one remaining fixture,
Before they board the plane,
Perhaps they can share the aircraft,
With the exiting team from Spain.

…hopefully better luck next time!

The Pirate and the Grandfather!

Posted on June 20, 2014 by The Baldock Bard.

Yesterday I spent time with my nineteen-month-old granddaughter. We sang, we laughed, we growled, we walked and we played pirates. I had a great time! However, like eating too much cheese before bedtime, all this exuberance led to some very strange dreams…

T’was the middle of the night,
About a quarter past three,
When I awoke in my bedroom,
A pirate looking at me!

“Your money or your life” he growled,
In his piratical way,
“You’d better make your mind up fast,
I haven’t got all day!”

“You’re a no-good landlubber,
Aaarh’s what I have to say!
I’ll see you walk the plank,
If you fail to pay!”

I’d had quite enough:
“Don’t be such a muppet!
You haven’t got a backbone,
You’re just a finger puppet!”

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Teenagers, the Same the World Over!

Posted on June 19, 2014 by The Baldock Bard.

The Canadian goslings that were hatched in April (http://www.baldockbard.co.uk/?p=5352) are now teenagers! Their parents, who have done everything for them, now despair at their behaviour and look forward to the day when they literally fly the nest…

“I can’t find my PE kit,
I left it by the pond,
Gaby stole my hairbrush,
is acting like a blonde!”

“Geoffrey ate my breakfast,
Now he’s standing on my toe,
He’s also chewing on a stick,
Mum please tell him ‘no’!”

“Have you seen my homework?
Was on the water’s edge,
I think Gordon copied it,
Has thrown it in the hedge!”

“Dad, Gemma is a goody goody,
Why does she do no wrong?
She runs to mummy every time,
I tell her she does pong!”

The mother looks to the father,
“I know it seems a bore,
Very soon they’ll fly the nest,
It’ll then be time for more!”

Time Alters Relationships!

Posted on June 18, 2014 by The Baldock Bard.

It’s strange how relationships alter with time! You can always tell when a man has a new girlfriend: his beer consumption halves, he is suddenly unavailable for golf, football or the pub and he looks unusually tidy! I suppose the same could be said about the ‘fairer sex’…

An old friend once said to me:
“My girlfriend never farts you see!
If her jeans went up in flames,
It would be the dog she blames!
The only problem I’m aware,
Is when the bloody dog’s not there,
Then the blame is obvious to see,
The culprit at such times is me!”

All can’t be bad in his life,
Because she ended up his wife!