Stan and Angie’s Coach Tours!

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I was walking down Baldock High Street yesterday when a large coach pulled up in front of a small queue of pensioners standing in line with their suitcases. I got to thinking about coach travel and the people that I’ve seen waiting to join organised tours before. I found myself wondering: where are they going, do they do it often and is it fun?
This is a work of fiction any resemblance to any person or company either living or dead is entirely by accident.
So hop onboard and see where the journey takes you…

Stan and Angie’s Tours

Stan has a shiny coach, all that’s left from his divorce,
Apart from his daughter Angie (who stayed with him of course).
Together they spend their weeks, up and down the roads,
Showing their guests scenery and stately abodes.
Stan greets his elderly passengers and gently stows their cases,
Then welcomes them on-board, a sea of eager faces.
“Today we will be travelling, at a height of just three feet,”
It’s his little opening joke, he says it every week!
“We’ll be leaving shortly, please watch your neighbours knees,
By this time tomorrow, we might reach the Hebrides!”
Angie (dressed impeccably), wanders up and down the aisle,
“I’ll soon be serving coffee,” she tells pensioners with a smile.
When they stop for comfort breaks, inevitably a rush,
Mrs Scott from Stevenage almost trampled in the crush.
There’s a Mrs Jones from Swansea and a Mr Brocklehurst,
Mrs Carr from Redcar, makes sure she gets off first.
Mrs Strand from Sandwich left her teeth at Watford Gap,
Soup for every meal since then, picked up on her way back!
They’ve seen the Scottish mountains and a very big Welsh lake,
A big balloon, close to Troon, kept them all awake!
They’ve been to The Eden Project and visited Longleat too,
Seen the Bard at Stratford and even London Zoo.
When they reach their nightly stay, they’re ready for a meal,
Fish and chips, no fancy dips, no ‘foreign food’ like veal!
When staying in strange hotels, Stan finds it hard to sleep,
He ends up counting pensioners, instead of counting sheep!
By the end of seven days with them, they know the passenger’s needs,
They might add an extra visit, like an outlet store near Leeds.
“He’d make a lovely husband,” the old ladies say of Stan,
“Angie’d make a wonderful wife, we wish she’d find a man!”
Their passengers are like family, through sun and pouring rain,
At their peak, by the end of the week, all rush to book again!

© Baldock Bard
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Potions, Pills and Calisthenics!

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I have a dear friend who, in her late fifties, is now unrecognizable due to a form of dementia. Yesterday I was interested to read a Sunday supplement entitled Health and Fitness. There must be a ‘middle way’ between those who wish to bring an Orwellian regime into our lives and those who smoke while chip-feeding their babies?
We also seem to live in a world of presentation over substance where what we look like is deemed to be more important than what we are like. This is fine if you are Kate Moss, but not so good for us mere mortals.
I wish to dedicate this verse, not only to our poorly friend but also to Avis, a centenarian butler I met when I was a child who, having eaten the best food and drunk the best wine all his days, handed me a yardstick for life: “Everything in moderation.”

Potions, Pills and Calisthenics!

What did we do before healthy eating?
However this far did we survive?
Selenium, L-Carnatine and Gogi berries,
We’re told we need them to stay alive.

We are slackers deserving punishment!
Put on the lycra, scare the cat,
Trust in Igor, the personal trainer,
The gym (the confessional) is where it’s at!

‘Verbotten’ the cry of all ‘Health Nazis’
Cigarettes on sale mustn’t be seen,
We must obey their alcohol units,
Taxes in future will pretend to be green.

Years ago I met a butler,
He had back then a rare telegram,
I asked him how he’d lived to 100,
“Everything in moderation,” said the old man.

Yes! We’re healthier, that’s beneficial,
But more now suffer in their final year,
Quality of life destroyed by dementia,
Do I want that? I’d answer “No fear!”

© Baldock Bard

*Dementia Carers (www.dementiacarers.com) – A refuge and support for those who find themselves caring for a loved one suffering from dementia in any form.

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Flat Screen Immortality

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Flicking through TV channels the other night I happened upon an actor I thought was long dead. I checked on Google, and sure enough he’s been gone twenty years. This led me to think that this must be immortality-lite, the new reincarnation.

Flat Screen Immortality

Has it ever occurred to you?
That TV stars don’t die?
No matter when they popped their clogs
They still turn up on Sky!
It’s a measure of your age
When you watch an oft-repeated show
You realise that before your eyes
It’s the re-incarnated Joe!
I want to be immortal!
Don’t want to die you see
My only hope (just like the Pope)
Is to appear on the BBC!

© Baldock Bard
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The Benefits of Yoga!

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A friend teaches Yoga classes and is always very positive about the benefits. This verse just seemed to pop into my head when I was in the ‘Confused Crab’ position (that took three strong men, ropes and a crowbar to rectify). Give it a try sometime, it’s remarkable what it can achieve…

Benefits of Yoga

On the way back from Yoga,
Her hair’s in a mess,
But her chi and her cho are in place.
She hums as she drives,
And when she arrives,
There’s a smile all over her face.

Nothing today will upset her,
Her boss may scream or may shout,
She knows for sure,
Why he’s so sore,
He needs yoga to sort himself out.

She’s tried to tempt him to classes,
By performing the ‘fish’ and the ‘dog,’
But to suggestions he’s blind,
There’s sex on his mind,
He has to rush (for relief) to the bog.

That evening she wishes him ‘goodnight,’
He puts his hand on her knee,
In two seconds flat,
He’s down on his back,
She forgot to mention Tai-chi!

© Baldock Bard
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