Who Won the Eighties (11 October 2020)

I always liked Fandango’s Who Won the Week post, and like to join in with some quirky stories from my own newsfeeds. All from our unique vantage points, the idea is to pick something (a person, organisation, anything) which “won” the week.

A quickie today. U2’s Joshua Tree (1987) was this week voted the best album of the Eighties, by listeners of a UK national radio station (Radio 2). I don’t mind a bit of U2, although this wouldn’t even come close to being my Top Album. But nevertheless, that’s what people decided, so please enjoy my favourite U2 track (which also happened to come from this album).


Life through the Lens (11 October 2020)

When my eyesight was still good, I was a bit of an amateur photographer. This is one of mine.

image showing a silhouette of a camera

You know I mentioned above that some of my work had been published? Well, this was one such photo. It was taken in late August one year, on holiday in Norfolk

I published it online, and I guess it must have caught the attention of the UK’s National Farmers’ Union, who contacted me to ask my permission to use it in some publicity material, which I granted.


for Fandango’s One Word Challenge (FOWC), fit. When I saw the prompt today I thought immediately about writing about some characters I developed, but I quite like writing my daily poem, so what better than a poem about these characters?

It’s funny, when I write about the characters, I deliberately avoid anything physical, because I think attraction is an intellectual thing. But, of course he fancies her! Who wouldn’t?

A lonely man, not long divorced,
His humdrum life running its course,
He was lucky enough to have a job he prized,
As his life imploded, his world downsized.

Their meeting was a quirk of fate,
Neither looking for a mate,
A short-term gig to help them out,
Anna would help end Paul’s drought.

When Paul met Anna, thought she was fit.
An attractive girl, if he’d just admit.
But office rules being what they are,
Paul admired her from afar.

When at last he found the circumstance,
Plucked up courage, took the chance,
A risky business, she might misread,
But fortunately, she agreed.

Even on their date, Paul was not sure,
Were they just friends, or something more?
Insecure, his hopes were slim,
What could she possibly see in him?

Anxiety threatened to betray,
Anna might call it all a day,
I’m glad she overcame her doubt,
So I have lots to write about.