Cancer Care Capers – OldMan #19

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Cancer Care Capers

The man with the two penis cannons tattooed on his calf seems completely at ease in his shorts as we wait.012 censored leg His wife has covered her now fallen hair with a scarf and perhaps used to wear one to cover her embarrassment about her husband but has long grown used to his continued offishness.013 headscarf lady The two sweet old ladies next to him seem comfortable with him.; I can’t quite catch their conversation but it does seem to have an air of reminiscence.014 sweet old ladies

We wait.

Not usually for long, they fit us in shortly after we arrive whether early or late. Especially the ‘by transport’ ones because the unreliable system is out of their control.

Us in patients are given even greater priority, it could be because deaths in the department are bad for publicity in the competitive world of Health Care Provision, it could of course be to save us too much discomfort, but mainly, I think it is because they don’t like looking up our gowns.018 open leg gown 01

Others waiting do look in there; most meet your eye when you arrive, and some want to talk, most though look back down and stare ahead.020 open leg gown 02

Their name is called, they remember it, and hobble exhaustedly towards the radiotherapist; who, smiling, always asks how they are. As the two of them walk away the patient invariably can be heard to say they are fine. They will need helping onto the cold hard platform and will be in bed as soon as they got home but they are fine, ‘Just fine thank you,’022 im fine

Some enjoy the journey home with a fellow passenger in the volunteer’s car who thinks the world would be a lot better if that far-right oddity Nigel Farage were in charge;019 nigel f others don’t enjoy it and are quite upset when they have to share with him.021 rascist 01 in car

One hears the warning bells as soon one hears the phrase, ‘I am not a racist’. If you need to point out that someone is not of the same skin type of you but then explain that, actually, they were quite nice and helpful you might be slightly better than the out and out haters but you are still racist.026 ethnic welcome

So it is with the Farage supporter, it appears that most of his life experiences have been around people very much like him and the most difficult thing to deal with when suddenly quite ill is that he has been thrust into an alien world vastly peopled by people he has only read about in his daily choice of tabloid rag. No, the most difficult thing he has to come to terms with is that these human beings are actually quite nice, no even more than that, they are saving his life.

In a more provincial area travel sharers were treated to a ‘I am a racist and don’t like Darkies’ spiel. 023 villageFrom a very small village travels this potential changer of the world to a small town treatment centre.024 welcome to d

He hasn’t had any experience other than looking round and everyone looks and sounds exactly like him. He is dying, one has to recall this while listening to his plan of hate.017 rascist 02 He is in fact an afraid old man who could leave us at any time. Which, when you remember all this of this, makes you laugh.

At the impossibility of his plan that is; ‘I am a racist if you give me a gun I will kill all the darkies’.031 rascist 02 with gun 02 flippedHe isn’t quite up to the task and even if all of his targets were entirely cooperative it is still too big a job to complete in his short time left.

His grinning enthusiasm ends up being laughable.025 transport bus One person from those bus rides I bumped into felt that his escort was just as racist.029 rascist 02 nephew advises I disagreed, the fact that his brother in law or cousin or nephew or whatever he was has slowly responded that what he had read in the mail (owned by Hitler’s second cousin?) had made an interesting point. They had pointed out that 63% of the population of Manchester was now none white, his point was not a reissue of the tabloid rag’s panic techniques; he had acquired the stats on the population of both Manchester and Britain so had ended up with a final figure of all the ’darkies’ so as to point out what a mammoth task it would be.032 mail

Even if he got people to line up so the bullet went through, as well as taking a long time, he would need approximately 3 waggons to hold the 34 million bullets.033 bullet trucks So therefore, he was agreeing with the rest of us on the transport bus that his frail elderly relative was actually quite laughable.

On this we were all in agreement; ah, unless he was ever given a gun.030 rascist 02 with gun 01

When you get in for your treatment everyone is treated the same – big shots of radioactivity.036 radioctive man

Oh and there is a fallacy about being in hospital that I need to destroy because it is just not true. People explain that I will enjoy it in hospital because I will fall in love with all the nurses.038 nurse 01 This is just not true, there are many designations of staff running my health care, not just nurses; dietitians, radiologists, volunteer visitors, domestic services.037 trio of professionals Many variations.040 nurse 03

I am one of the lucky ones, I haven’t been ill with cancer at all. I have been very ill all year as a result of all the treatments I’ve needed. Health care has made me ill. I think though, that this means I was caught early.043 oldman 01

I went to the doctors and said I thought I had cancer six months before cancer was suspected and was told I didn’t have cancer and was turned away. This is a very weird story which I will tag on further down.

But yes, I was caught early and by chance and this is what has made me lucky, as I have been told all along that they can deal with it and that I will be alright in the end.072 scanner

This has meant that I have been unable to deal with set backs – just the slightest set back and I have a melt down.035 amok 02 I am lucky though.

A lovely man I know passed away during the time I have been ill, possibly in this bed. He managed one month of the eight months he was given.027 conservation man

Another friend is in the tenth month of the eight she was given. She has been positive and practical throughout this time, although she has recently told me she has now had enough of her half-life and feels it is time to go. This woman, who I love dearly, has been a wonderful uplifting support for me.047 taxi ladies taxi

She has forewarned me, listened, joked and made me promise to be positive throughout all her experience.047 taxi ladies ang solo

Even now, in her last days, she is cheering me and working on me.041 get text 01

I am lucky.

We may all go to different places to each other afterwards,069 gods but the journey for every one of us is going to end in the same way. As someone once said, “Not in my lifetime it won’t!”

I dealt with my initial news by meeting my maker. I contemplated dying and re-questioned my beliefs until I was able to decide where I was going.028 oobe This meant I was able to cope with the worst thought and any other developments were a bonus.

I am lucky.

Aunts and second cousins and other loved ones keep in touch and keep me going.049 get text 02

I am lucky.

There are set backs though:

They didn’t cut enough out – it was a minute area of suspect cells and they would give me radiotherapy to be sure.054 surgeon cuts

I had to have radiotherapy, instead of getting better and better I had to plan for a whole month of getting a whole lot worse – I readjusted.044 arrive hospital

It was cancelled. They had detected a cyst.055 xray The fact that I got the call of cancelation at the very time I would have been landing in Bergen to go to a Viking wedding didn’t make things any better046 me new viking – I had to wait for a few weeks until it was known what the cyst was. I adjusted.

Then they put the radiotherapy back on. It was decided that it was highly unlikely the cyst was harmful and it could wait till august to find out – I readjusted; to a whole month of exhaustion but yes I readjusted. I had gone from definitely OK in the end to most likely so.

Then I took ill and have never been in such pain. It seems radiotherapy patients should not drink wine and go dancing.051 dance

I know I have a very good circulatory system (heart and that) and my strong healing powers, but they are not sure what the pains in my spine are.045 ambulance 01 I have adjusted to ‘probably alright’ but it might be quite a lot longer till I know what is going on.

I lied about not falling in love with any nurses, but there are a whole other category of staff – Doctors! – Ooooooooh Doctors.042 dr goody

My niece recalled that back when I was being told that the operation hadn’t been entirely successful I reacted by going, “Oh really doctor, and when do you get off duty?”058 dr date

She also threatens that if she visits she will go to the white board behind my bed which features my name and below it the name of my doctor and add a heart between.053 ado hearts dr

There are many doctors however and it is not always possible to keep track of them all.059 four docs I have been under the care of one in particular for several weeks now. I have trouble knowing her name, but it is Dr Bibby. You know those moments when you embarrass yourself; all alone, blushing and wanting to hide – I came back to my bed from the loo and for the first time noticed that notice: the name of my doctor is Dr Goody. Not Dr Bibby. Dr Goody. Several weeks of ‘Yes Dr Bibby.’ ‘Of course Dr Bibby.’ ‘Whatever you say Dr Bibby.’056 dr goody 03 I realise I have been getting it wrong. Goody not Bibby. Goody not Bibby. The situation has been made worse by said niece because every time I have said, ‘Ooooo Doctor Bibby’ she has gone, ‘Biddy Biddy Biddy’.062 biddy biddy bi

(All names in this blog should have been changed for anominity.)

Now I have no idea what will come out of my mouth when I am seen by her next.

Perhaps she will say, “Ah, Bibby is my first name.”052 dr goody clip board

There have been times when I have been unsure of my own name, (I don’t even recognise myself when I look in the bathroom mirror),070 new me especially post-op when I was on all those drugs. At one point auditory hallucinations created another Adrian, just through the curtain in the next bed.060 voices curtain He and the nurse would talk and the nurse would tell him everything she had just told me.061 adrian two peeps

I was too busy contemplating rotating curtain rails, trees at the foot of my bed (poplars) and the dancing night shirts to be worried about Adrian II for too long.063 hallucinations

I am over it all now and realise it was just the medication and hope Adrian is alright.080 me gown

The nurses were nice though. I have a theory about that. All the time I was in the ‘intensive recovery’ ward the doctors kept telling me that soon as I was well enough I would be going to ward 84. When there was one of those set backs they would say don’t worry you will still get to ward 84.066 angel nurse They think ward 84 is a utopia; they love the nurses there. I told the nurses on my current ward this, it didn’t please them.

In fact I told them the doctors go through to ward 84 and give the staff flowers and chocolates. They do it all the time I said.065 ward 84

It is a good job that my main theory is true; that nurses are nice.039 nurse 02

Well actually my theory isn’t quite that nice. I think the managers go round all the wards and go up to some staff and say, “Ah, you are nice, we are sending you to work in cancer care.” Receptionist, “Nice, off you go.” Caterer, “Nice, off you go.” Nurse, “Nice, off you go.” Nursing Sister, “N – perhaps that is going too far.

But, yes, staff are hand-picked for being nice. Know what that means? Whatever you do, don’t go to any of the other wards.067 nurses not nice

But here I am now, for my chest pains and spine pains,057 grumpy man it has been suggested that the fact that I had decided these pains were definitely secondaries was simply the effect of the current morphine levels. Yes I am still on mor Hermes was a taxi driver who delivered bendy ferrets.074 rampant viking me

My named nurse must be nice, as his first name is Lovemore. As my surname actually means Spendlove we have something in common.

Yes there is a variation which is Spendlove and it means, ‘He who spends his love and money frivolously.’ I don’t know if you think that is fitting for me at all?

Dad sent away for our coat of arms: a rampant lion with three billets sable. All on the dark side;016 rampant 02 I am a randy immoral lion with three illicit affairs going on at any one time.015 rampant 01

So I’ve decided that somewhere out there is someone whose name is Lovemore Spendlove.068 lovemore

We are lucky.

Speaking of dad; he passed away with cancer. So I will tell you the weird thing now. He had a loose rib that clicked when he pressed it and I have always had a loose clicky sternum bone.

Well I used to have. Beginning of last summer it clicked one last time and is now stuck in the out position, it is painful if it is pressed against (it is just the base bit of the sternum, so isn’t noticeable).048 gp me couch

I went to my GP and said I am worried about this painful lump on my chest, “My dad died of cancer and it started with a lump on his chest,” I went on by pointing at the area and explaining my worry, “I think I have cancer here.”071 doc and cross me

He explained that the bone doesn’t move in most people but it is actually loose; in my case it has knitted, “There is nothing to worry about, go home.”073 gp get out

Six months later I was diagnosed with cancer, not of the sternum but of the Oesophagus right behind it.

So, when I had visited my GP and pointed to my chest with a concern that I had cancer there. I was pointing at the exact spot where my cancer was found.

I am not sure who I am, (I am being sent home tomorrow), when the drug feed drip ended last night the display screen said, and I am not making this up, ‘Turns Piggy.’ What sort of medication are they giving me!?075 turns piggy

The porters don’t know who I am and the nurses don’t know what I do.

The porters get my name wrong every time they come for me. Luckily just my first name, so they do manage to find me. They have called out for such as Andrew Spendlow among other variations.050 get text 03 On one occasion they called for Anadrania Spendlow. Where on earth did they get that name from!076 porter for...

One porter said I should say yes I am Greek and I qualify for transport home.078 to greece

I would miss my lined up gigs as a storyteller. If that is what I do for a living, not all the nurses think so.

When I was admitted here from A&E I had to answer all sorts of questions for their form.064 storage nurse Yes they still use paperwork when it all could have been sent from the A&E at the general infirmary at the click of a button. Adrian Spendlow Storyteller YO!!!PL 24/3/54079 dob

One of them returned, she just wanted to check one detail, what I had for my profession. “Why what have you got?” I asked.

“Storage Feller.”077 storage guy

 

 

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Great Gig last night – Union Mash Up, Hull

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Great Gig last night – Union Mash Up, Hullmoody umu.jpg

Yes it was a great gig, and it was very important to me. I wouldn’t have got there if it wasn’t for Gramey of Slim Knows Time, (That’s us below pictured with Ana Maus), he was nearly dying from a virus, but he picked me up and dragged me there. At my insistence of course. I just had to be there. I had my first chemotherapy the day before and I was supposed to be totally washed out and unable to get out. I was in a terrible state, but yes, I had to be there.

Gra hadn’t been able to lift his guitar the day before and still was unable to turn his head (which made for an interesting drive) but he got me there and even managed to play for a short set as Slim Knows Time in the middle of the show.

We finished the night with a few at the end plus an amazing encore set when half the audience had gone. A drummer friend had been unable to come due to possible malaria, so gra and ana stepped in at the end to do some of the pieces I had planned with her. Notably my praise poem which includes all the Norse Goddesses and which was described as very moving and unlifting by a lady wiping tears from her cheek. We also did a bit of Elliot, Whitman, WCW, Kenneth Koch and a few of mine all in a beat poetry style.

A little thing like a bit of chemo can’t stop me doing the things I love to do. And this was the first gig of a whole new series I have planned. The beginning of a dream.

For some strange reason I am calling it the Provinces Tour. I started in the vibrant city of Kingston Upon Hull  the City of Culture 2017, and I plan to do parts of the tour in St Andrews, Edinburgh, Bergen and London; so it is hardly the provinces – but the idea has been in my mind for a long time.

The idea being that I do an evening of storytelling in cosy venues where I can just do my own thing; fitting in exactly what I fancy at the time I am aiming to include Scarborough (of Soldiers, Sailors and things a bit fishy), Malton (Steam days, Vikings and a bit about Beer) and little villages and towns along the way

For this one I brought a story back to folklore from the work of Chaucer, I did the thousand plus year old Tora in the Tower, mixed with modern mystery, and Hobb tales (among others).

I am starting to look at where to go next (there were already a couple of interesting ideas for returning to Hull (including a return visit to the smashing Union Mash Up.

Yes I am going to keep doing the things I love. My good friend Mary said I should blog about my health issues. and it does seem to fit in with telling you my plans.

I met my maker only about eight weeks ago now. In my mind I decided where I was going and what I needed to do before I went. Things change fast though, and from down there was a way up. Life looks horrid, but for me this is a horrid road which leads to being better.

It will be a year long journey of chemo and a rather nasty op so I am going to be really struggling over this year. But I did it, I went out there and dragged my self in and people ended up say what amazing energy I have. So I can do the things I love.

I am not going to be working totally full time. Just the things I love and that are important. So it looks like I am moving, I wont be able to keep up with the rent and am moving for recooperation. This will be though in such a way that I can still do my main things.

This will of course include blogging and selling online audio books and Spendlow TV!

It will also mean I shall carry on the drama work with We Are Theatre and some brilliant community projects as team leader (to date in, Bridlington, York and Hull). There is no way I can not go to Norway, in particular as Skald to my blood Brother in the Viking Town of Gudvangen (among other places), I am also hoping to be asked to return to the Mythology Festival in Jelling, Denmark and of course the very exciting tour of the rock opera Gods Bless Ya!!! with my amazing Norns Sigrun and Alda.

My next excitement is Rollercoastival in February as the Pied Piper of Scarborough taking you to a magical place.

There will also be a few lovely festivals and stone circle stories plus a few sessions as Celebrant.

So quite a bit really 🙂

Wishing Health and Love and Light

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Oh yes, and Ruthy says I am going to be like a lat!

Update:

I am also planning to follow a couple more of your suggestions Ruthy. One is a new style to go with the skinny look – I am planning to go Mod with brogues an’ everyfink.

There is the brand new short hair cut (long hair falling out was a bit upsetting). But in no time that will be all gone and I will follow the other piece of advice and have a head tattoo.

O course the hair will all grow back, but,,,,

They tell me it grows back different!!!!!

I am putting in a request to the gods for a Ginger Afro!

A word of love to others, I am told I will be well again, and I know I will be touring and performing far and wide as 2017 progresses forward into health.

This is a time to think of others though. Many friends and others I have talked to are not so lucky to be given such a promise. I send love and respect, for everywhere where people are suffering with cancer I hear a balanced loving positive approach. I have so much respect for you all and send healing love. x

 

 

Wish me strength

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I offer this poem as a way to share and perhaps give strength to others as I approach a life-long awaited moment which I only recovered a memory of need for a decade ago. It has been a journey. And I am remembering it now.
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I dive in now
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long has been the wait
long has been the life
recent has been the memory
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through Monday’s therapy
I dive in to find me
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a ten year journey
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i am talking to myself now
of the chance to rearrange
who is me.
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we will talk of surviving
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Life Changes

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Life Changes

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I had a sleepless night.

And I have made 147 changes in my life.

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I didn’t make them all last night.

Because I couldn’t sleep I got thinking.

It is true, I totted them up.

I suppose it all started when I stopped smoking.

Over this long long winter, I have made changes in my life, lots of them.

147 in total.

Well, since the end of summer actually.

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Some were quite important and some were quite minor; some would seem major to others and were minor and simple to me while others would be straight forward to many and were really major to me.

Like changing my phone, a real big thing to me and took ages to get round to.

Another big one was getting the hang of being brave enough to talk on the phone to strangers – a real biggy that.

From stopping taking sugar in my coffee to planning to move, I’ve made changes.

I’ve joined a society, been honest with myself for the first time truly. I have been honest to others. I have proclaimed. This is who I am and this is how much I want to help others. I have fallen in love (ah, nothing new there then).

I have severed ties with the damaging and draining. I have found time for old friends and rekindled loving connections which I had gradually isolated myself from. I have made new friends, in some exciting new circles and with a vastly wide set of skills and interests.

Learning to be alone and to experience and grow and be content come along in there somewhere too.

There’s been lots of healthy stuff, new items of diet, developing a revolutionary daily health tonic, hitting habits and slowly becoming healthier, even a couple of physical routines.

I have discovered we are fourth dimensional beings, developed distance healing, meditation, even looked at my connection to the global consciousness.

I have, wait for it, engaged a team to work full time to further my political objectives – no really.

I have been to lectures, learnt skills, been on a course, cooperated in cooperative courses, benefitted from informal ad hock training.

I have engaged, artists, composers, learnt to rap, lots of new skills, learnt software, net skills, design, PR skills, – I am an editor.

I have changed my job and my way of working, worked on increasing my income, lowering my outgoings, developed a pension plan.

I am better equipped for travel, for outdoor pursuits, and for personal survival.

Exciting new job opportunities are set in process in, another town, another country and across the world.

There are plans on where to live; with another, in a creative commune, in a historic setting, in another town, in another country and / or closer to loved ones.

I am developing a mobile workstation – Spendlow Studios, and contemplating a nomadic life.

I am recording, filming, drawing, setting up Spendlow TV.

I have developed a new way to tell ghost stories, a new form of storytelling and completely re-envisioned the Viking belief system.

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I have co-wrote with children, worked on songwriting, skaldic verse and I have proclaimed a king.

(Quick rethink – no, three new physical exercise routines in total, not including producing more of my own food naturally.)

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I have learnt to write blogs which, although true, seem unbelievable and make the reader wish to know more. *Sly smile*.

Cooperative, creative, pro rata profit shares are the fulfilling way forward.

147 changes.

So, have I become that ‘better person’?

Ah,

It was a long sleepless night.

I also thought of 47 things I need to change.

What are they?

You will have to wait till my next sleepless night to find out.

Chatty Happenings – a kind of magazine again

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Now that’s spring cleaning!

I am spring cleaning and have made a terrible mess.

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This is not the mess

Nine times today huge piles of things or shelves of ornaments have collapsed on to the already mentioned mess.

Here are some of the bits that survived…

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See Easter Tales
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I am a third of the way round – the walls

Nine shelves! Does this mean anything?

Does my dream? I dreamed last night that I broke up a load of Jacobs crackers poured them on to a baking tray, covered them in blobs of butter then popped them in the oven with loads of grated cheese. I dreamed that this was very important. Is it? Would it be any good.

Thank God Iv’e got that off my chest.

Note typo.

I will soon be twenty two. Did I type that?! Sixty Two. I have just discovered the difference between its and it’s. I am a writer, or I thought I was. Its It’s simple really.

Oooops, ten (crashes that is).

I better get tidying.

But then again –  Personal experience is a lie.

I am not going into details on that one, quote me when I am gone though.

I did once send a text to a guy who was also doing a spot at a festival on the same stage as me, I meant to say, ‘I am looking forward to your bit’ – I glanced as I pressed send, it said, ‘I am looking forward to your obit.’

Phone disaster; I went camping didn’t I. Off I went to join the Vanaheim Vikinglag at the National meet. I am honoured to be invited to be a part of the York University Medieval Society’s Viking team – Vanaheim. We have a beer named after us and everything.

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I bow to my great King

It poured.

I bought a hat (in the charity auction)

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It came in very useful.

I also made a thousand pounds! Well, they were selling a mystery gift at the end so I threw in two mystery prizes which made a wonderful – £14! What were they? Two Kinder Joy eggs.

What is a Kinder Joy?

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Joy

That fourteen pounds took the total up to a thousand quid. So I claimed all the credit.

I took the history test. I passed. With a lot of help. Three people stood over me giving me clues. But I made it. Perhaps I should keep quiet about the fact that the Spendlow’s York audio history of the Vikings is available at jelldragon.com ?

The hat. Very useful. It poured. The wind howled and shook tents. I put the hat on, pulled the sleeping bag up to meet it and slept like a storage jar.

I slept in.

I missed the Village Test.

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Complete four of the tasks correctly.

I guess I would have passed.

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Lamb Broth

Seeing as I have lived as a Viking for weeks at a time. Put up loads of Viking tents. And cooked for fifteen to twenty people a night for a week on an open fire. See Neanderthal cave bread.

But then again.

I failed the history test.

I was right about the Viking age starting in 500 AD and lasting till 1250 though I guarentee. I shouldn’t argue should I.

But then again, I have seen a moose leap.

Perhaps I am horrible after all. I just shopped in Savers, bought a few things, like washing powder and stuff. As the counter person lifted them out one by one she said, ‘Can I interest you in razors or razor blades today at all sir?’ I didn’t speak. I leant into the basket, lifted up the packet of razors and pointed them at her face without speaking. Horrid. Thats what I am.

I have learned how to make string though.

And Viking-age buzzer games.

I look forward to Whitby when I shall be taking the acting test, the Skald test, and the appearance test; and then I will be able to tell stories.

And I might even have a go with the Hiberno-Norse sling workshop.

Truth is I am wanting to learn; shoe making, basket making and bone and leather carving.

And I want to buy an axe.

Back to the phone – actually that is the reason I started writing this blog – but I tend to digress.

I awoke – in the tent – after a hurricane.

My phone was in the corner – under a pool of water. It worked. It worked for three days. Then I was ringing my mum and I thought, ‘My hand is wet’. I looked; the back of the phone was soaking and so was my hand. It worked wet. It worked soaked. It dried out. It packed in!

I am not stupid though. I knew the way to do it was to leave it in a bag of rice over night. I didn’t have any.

Hah. You can’t get the better of me. I put it in a box of lasagne.

Oh. It didn’t work. Not to worry, I have a bag of mixed fruit, surely this will work….

Other news

I found my pig…

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I learnt secret techniques…

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by me

Five minutes looking at art with Gramey Smith (gsmithmedia) and I learnt how to illustrate the latest Viking Graphic novel.

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Draugen

I collaborated

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Jodie Hazel with my additions

For the next Graphic Novel

I released a single.

Invented a new miracle health food.miracle food

Shall I do a separate blog about it?

It is the sort of thing that goes viral you know.

I have been publishing online live via video conferencing with the wonderful Aspire group.

I have been practising becoming Cyndi Lauper – no pic here!

Thank you Eric but I am king now…

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That’s Eric and Georg kicked aside in one blow

Right back to the spring cleaning – ooops!

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Poem Pics II – The Jacobs Well Project with Mary Passeri

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Poem Pics II – The Jacobs Well Project with Mary Passeriefforts

As we have plans afoot to build a forthcoming exhibition (or two) I thought it would be a good time to share the poems and artwork created during our projects with older people.

Artist Mary Passeri especially invited those who endure dementia problems and their loved ones to meet with us; initially at Space 109 and then a whole series of gatherings at the beautiful old Jacob’s Well, both in York.

Here are some of the pieces created and some of the people involved.

Poems and art from this project were published and distributed around relevant centres within York and Leeds.

camp words
Mary’s art with my words
gift flower
Poem by Adrian
barbara thoughtful lightened 01
Barbara being thoughtful
barbara poem
For Barbara by Adrian

barbara poem 01

crafted gift

bickie pic poem

crowns n coppers lightened

blessing
Thank you Carol (background by Adrian)

togetherkid 01going back

tales upon arrival
Tales Upon Arrival
gloves lady
Image creation by Adrian
gloves lightened poem
Words by Adrian
mother
Her son’s words upon his return
stephies flowers
Stephies Flowers

pledgerespite conversationstorms

barbaras collection 01
The Team: Stephie Jessop & Ilaria Passeri

cap 01

was

mellow tomorrows

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Words Adrian – all art by Mary unless said otherwise

two kids 02

sadie
Word and image by Mary
nightie
Wordf and image by Mary
couple
Thank you Mary
camp 01
Artwork by Mary Passeri

Mary Passeri

(If I have used the work of others without crediting you in error do please let me know.)

With thanks to the Joseph Rowntree Foundation for making these wonderful experiences possible. https://www.jrf.org.uk/

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Poem Pics Part I