Friday, 15 December 2017

awaydaze #4: yule better believe it (15/Dec/17)



penguins wearing scarves, scarves knitted with penguins… polar bears don Santa hats, perhaps they’ve eaten him first, yum, yum, better than a rubbery seal…… I found gulls but none wearing scarves nor festive red hats, or maybe they found me, after all they were surrounding my car and were perched on the roof when I got back to it… word got around the gull-whisperer was in town…


… a dog barked at me, clearly I’m no dig-whisperer… he, or she (I didn’t check) was wearing a tinsel bow so perhaps it was that and not me that made him (or her) irate……… where have all the pumpkins gone, the reindeer ate them one by one which made them lay a chocolate egg and voila!... Easter! … one celebration at a tie if you please, one is plenty to be getting on with thank you very much… I can eat smoked salmon any time of the day, I can’t say that about many foods, which itself isn’t festively relevant to anything as such…


… sunrise is getting so late in the morning now it’s almost not worth bothering with at all, may as well cut straight to sunset and be done with it…… although……… twinkle, twinkle LEDs blinking bright and blinding me…… the trouble with most so-called Christmas songs, apart from simply being twee, cheesy, irritating or crap or all of the above is they seem more focused upon Yule and not Christmas itself at all as Yule is a far more open-ended midwinter thing usually happening roughly between mid-November and mid-January, ‘ish, and more revelry-based rather than actual Christmas which is focused more into a few days and a much more an time of internalised or perhaps introverted meditation….. 


…. regardless time again has ticked away so for now that’s all folks, more awaydaze tomorrow (I hope)…… meanwhile… 

ps.. I’m adding a Jay to my list of wildlife seen from my awaydaze window…. bye bye…….

   © 2017 robert greig

Thursday, 14 December 2017

awaydaze #3: tinsel town (14/dec/17)



a line of trees, a little stream, a field of sheep… a squirrel…

8am and still the sun did not see fit to make much of an effort leaving gloom to linger draped across the alders, brook and fleecy clouds on legs that numbered one, two, three and maybe even four… a distant, distant hum hummed of traffic tracking tarmac, it could be any other day and pretty much it is……

no sign of Christmas from this window but I know it’s out there… a veritable tinsel town awaits, though probably not for me, I add nothing to this Yulery being it can smell my ambivalence a mile away…… such polytheism is hard to ignore, do you believe in Father Christmas or Jesus Christ (or Other)… or both?... or whoever makes the better mince pies… whichever, it seem X(mas) marks the spot… cross you heart and hope your credit card doesn’t go into meltdown before the new year……

… what I want to know is who was the original Carol Singer after which all subsequent Carol Singers have been named and traced from and back too… she certainly liked to pen and muse a ditty or two…… I was never myself a choir boy, nor a caroller, it seems I always felt incomprehensibly embarrassed singing them, the same goes with singing “Happy Birthday”, overcome with an overwhelming self-consciousness… I don’t know why, I suppose that’s why I call it incomprehensible…..

… anyway dear reader, I do hope I’m not boring you with my awaydazes despite their randomness which I can only apologise for…. being a fish out of water or an reindeer out of snow I can feel a little waywardised and as such may sometimes get reflected in these ramblings…. time for coffee me thinks and….. could it be a mince pie perhaps?........

……… more to come in the coming daze……………………….

    © 2017 robert greig

Wednesday, 13 December 2017

awaydaze #2: santasmagoria (13/Dec/17)



the motorway stream fairy lights, whites of eyes or red disguised feeding like a charm between the lines they vie for pride of place for who will get there first, which will be the faster lane, this one, that one, maybe that one, even that one over there or maybe none but stop and start, and crawl and crawl and crawl a little more, sixty, fifty, forty, thirty, keep an eye upon the cat’s eyes, keep following the one in front who’s following the one in front who’s following the one in front I am assured we’ll get there in the end, the end of the beginning of our respective somewhere and will take as long as it will take as it will take me there….


… meanwhile Old Nick’s overhead St Nicholas, or Santa, or father Christmas, or fat man in a red suit… by I wonder is he always depicted as rather rotund, beard adorning rosy cheeks… a symbol of abundance or signifying greed?......


… he won’t say of course, he rarely speaks to humans not quite being one himself… or is he?... pale no heed to pale imposters, even Elvis has his imitators basking in his posthumous glow… he even waits til you’re asleep (as the song will tell you) to pay a visit without even bothering to knock or in fact use the front door at all much preferring chimneys….. supernatural beings, what are they like!...  he has to take care not to get flue!... flue, get it? flu!.... or in his case man-flu…. or man-flue….. ok, ok I’ve flogged that one to death, moving on….


… well here I am anyway in Eng’a’land (an added ‘a’ for effect), weather blood awful but tomorrow is another day… which is blindingly obvious, of course tomorrow’s another day…. doh!

   © 2017 robert greig