The Impotency Of Intimidation.

You have no power        not now,

veiled threats perhaps

sly digs in which my name

spits

off your tongue, the kind of fascist

remark,     I expect from you

but only missing a number,  tattooed

on my skin.

Would you prefer I sank to my knees,

saying

 Oh lordy master, please

don’t torture me so, don’t serve up me up

as example of your impotent rage,

for I see you for the weak and pathetic boy

that you are,                      ineffective

capitalist front, happy

to screw a person over

John Finnemore’s The Wroxton Box. Radio Comedy Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10

Cast: John Finnemore, Michael Palin.

The trouble is with the 20th Century, there are just too many candidates for the title of most destructive human to walk the Earth. Some merit their position purely by being in a position of power, by sending their armies into invade and cause annihilation of a particular people, of lives wiped out and their history’s erased purely out of suspicion and greed. For some though the misery they cause comes down to public arson, of dismantling the nation’s heritage all in the name of so called progress; Former Prime Minister Margaret Thatcher undoubtedly belongs in the column, and so too does the murderer of the Railways, Dr. Richard Beeching.

Pons Aelius, Captain Glen’s Comfort. Album Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10

The feel of Scotland without stepping over the border, caught as it were between two lands, between two ideologies and yet with a passion that resonates inside one beautiful heart and a single burning desire to deliver upbeat instrumental Folk to an audience that quite rightly never seems to tire of hearing a sound that is voluptuous, absolutely spirited and so cascading that it surges out of the blocks quicker a traffic warden noticing a row of meters are about to expire. This is the world of Newcastle’s Pons Aelius and their offering of Captain Glen’s Comfort.

And Here I Am, Theatre Review. Unity Theatre, Liverpool.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * * *

Cast: Ahmed Tobasi.

It is perhaps possible to watch the news and see an item, a report on a camp somewhere in the world, and feel more than moved, beyond horrified at the images of the refugees caused by war, famine and any number of natural and man-made disasters. For a while you feel their pain, you write social media messages of support, tweet angry messages which all boil down to the same thing, something must be done, and then you move on, you don’t forget entirely but human existence as it is, it just goes to the back of the mind and stays there till the next humanitarian disaster comes along.

Seconds Out.

Seconds out,

round one,

her alarm goes off

and there is a groan of bitter regret

that for the working woman,

the work never seems

to get any simpler,

that the clock,

fascist timekeeper, harsh task master

is always an hour too soon,

just an extra hour,

one day to wake up refreshed and bunny like enthusiasm

as the dawn of a day missed is noticed;

till then, the silent anger of sitting

and talking Government speak

is the reason

she hates the clock.

The Crows Plucked Your Sinews, Theatre Review. Unity Theatre, Liverpool.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 9/10

Cast: Aisha Mohammed.

Time is perpetually offering the same kind of scenario to people, to humanity, it is just the view point and the way it is observed that changes, History doesn’t so much as repeat itself but has the hallmarks of constant rehashing and frightening ability to make us understand that as a species with so much going for us, so much potential to grow and bond, we keep making the same mistakes and wondering why our planet is ultimately doomed.

Cobblers!

My favourite boots, feeling worn

out underneath, a little tired but loved,

the cobblers

will always find a way to preserve

them for a while;

dropping them off at closing time

and with pair of bulk standard

trainers to sneak home in

standing by as replacement,

I got them to mend them once again.

Next day, the clock chiming Ten

in the market square,

I walked in to the shop

just in time to see

the cobbler ringing the till

and his fingers red from the pressure

Edguy, Monuments. Album Review.

 

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10

Every anniversary should be looked upon as a chance to take stock, to reflect and see Time as something more than the clock with fast moving hands, especially when what you are remembering is the colossal and the personally historic, reflect, celebrate and play the music loud because for all of Time’s faults and annoying quirks, when it comes to Monuments of a life, celebration of achievement is a true passion of Time spent well.

Ripper Street: The Dreaming Dead. Television Review.

Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *

Cast: Matthew Macfadyen, Adam Rothenberg, MyAnna Buring, Killian Scott, Jonas Armstrong, Anna Burnett, Gerry O’Brien, Joseph Harmon, Ellie Haddington, Lydia Wilson, Joseph Mawle, Kye Murphy, Kahl Murphy, Benjamin O’ Mahony, Matthew Lewis.

The varying degrees of right and wrong quite often bleed in to each other like a sauce splitting in the pan, you can see where the line is drawn, the thin blue marker but quite often we all over step it and find only the act of redemption comes to save us when we do one good thing despite of deep we have gone.

The Yellow Duster Waved Outside Of Wrexham.

The Irate Cleaner who washed

her business in public, was once

quite sweet, her younger self

only bitter when it came to

the lies she readily told

each boy who dared like her,

as she waved her yellow duster around

as if it was some kind of regal artefact;

a certain reel to lure them in

and then treat them like dirt,

who questioned them too far

and who with a sense of gleeful spite

and not a tear recline

from her just outside Wrexham collapsed face