Mega Weekend

Don't know what it is about 13th and 14th July but this appears to be

MEGA WEEKEND!

 

 

Victorian Mayhem

 

 Victorian Mayhem

 

On Sunday 14th July there is "Victorian Mayhem" at the Markfield Beam Engine and Museum at Markfield Road SouthTottenham London N15 4RB. The event marks the 125th Anniversary of the commissioning of the Beam Engine. The day includes an eclectic mix of Steampunk and Victoriana

“It’s a knockout” event on Sunday14th July

 

Bury Knockout

 

West Suffolk Hospital in partnership with Bury Round Table will be hosting the annual “It’s a knockout” event on 14th July from 12 noon till 4pm on Hardwick Heath. Not just an excellent family day out. All money raised on the day will go towards purchasing a TRUS Biopsy & Probe which will enable earlier diagnosis of prostate cancer, therefore ensuring that less people die from the disease.

Urban Food Fest

Urban Food Fest

On Saturday 13th July the Urban Food Fest opens at 168 Shoreditch High Street.

Running from 5:00 pm to 12:00 pm; Urban Food Fest is billed as "London's most exciting and tastiest street food extravaganza"

 

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An everyday hero in modern age armour

Just came across this poem by Jenny Holmes

Everyday Love

Let him sleep now.
Children, creep quietly upstairs.
I'll tell him goodnight from you later.
This morning he left for combat,
Not on some mane tossing stallion
Just the bus and the tube train.
We welcomed him home, battle weary
Restored him with family laughter
Our semi sham-turreted castle
Offering sanctuary.

This evening he slew, single handed,
With a stroke from his firm's printed ballpoint,
Those twin headed dragons that threatened
Electricity bill and the mortgage.
Now he rests, with the world's visor lifted.
Let me reach out to touch you
My everyday hero.

I have pressed your executive shirt,
And the crease in your trousers,
This modern age armour.
Tomorrow it's on with Life's tournament.
Come to bed love,
Together we'll pull up our drawbridge.



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Not the Easter Bunny Mystery - Run Rabbit Run

 

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I'm A Victorian, get me out of here

I'm A Victorian

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Just a Staffy Cross

Don't know who wrote this poem but it is so sad.....

 Just a Staffy Cross

 

 

Staffordshire Bull Terrier
http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:StaffBT.jpg

 

 

Today is just another day – to me they’re all the same
...
I have the worst of genes you see, I bear the “Staffy” shame.

The shame is in our numbers, there’s thousands with no home.

Thousands just like me you’ll find, in kennels all alone.
My mum was “just a Staffy”, my father – well who knows?

Mum, too, became unwanted, as the last puppy goes.

And then begins the process, of money-making deals

A life of “moving on” unfolds, who cares how the Staffy feels?

If you have the cash to hand, the Staffy pup is yours

But that pup is getting bigger now, just look at those big paws.
You brought me for your image, thought I’d make you look more tough

But you’ll find my boisterous nature has already got too much.

If you had thought to train me, with kindness and with praise

You would have had a faithful friend to share your darkest days.

I would lay down my life for you, but you simply cannot see

You make sure you get your money back on what you paid for me.
And on it goes, until one day, I’m no longer worth a dime

The retail on an adult staff – not worth the waste of time.

So what happens to a Staffy now? Do you really want to know?

Do you care what will become of us, when we leave our final home?
Have you ever thought to wonder, “Where is that Staffy now?”

The “Staffy” has another name; he’s become a “stray” somehow.

Me, I was put into a car and driven far away

The door held open, I jumped out, I thought to run and play.

It was with joy and happy heart I turned to look for you

You drove away with all my trust and a piece of my heart too.
I wondered round for many days before I was brought here.

Now I wait with heavy heart, trepidation and with fear.

Seven days is all I have you see, seven days for you to claim

The little dog that you threw out, for which you have no shame.
This is my last goodbye now my seven days are up

If only more thought had gone into the future of that pup

As the needle empties to my veins I lay down with one last sigh

I’m sorry I was born a Staffy, because it means that I must die.

No more lonely cold nights or hearing that I’m bad

No more growling belly from the meals I never had

No more scorching sunshine with a water bowl thats dry

No more complaining neighbours about the noise when I cry

No more hearing ‘shut up’, ‘get down’ ‘get out of here’

No more feeling disliked only peace is in the air

Euthanasia is a blessing, though some still can’t see

Why I was ever born, if I weren’t meant to be

My last day of living was the best I ever had

Someone held me very close, I could see she was so sad

I kissed the lady’s face and she hugged me as she cried

I wagged my tail to thank her, then I closed my eyes and…..

died.