Wednesday 17 February 2010

Red, Silver then Road

Yesterday I was walking home from tescos, as many of you probably know it was pancake day and I was ready to stuff myself, I was standing at the lights there was this five year old kid he was screaming and laughing at his older brother who was standing across the road, unexpectedly with a car in sight the kid stupidly runs out, but I guess the actions of a five year old kid can't be called stupid, it was just unpredictable, the kid runs out and is immediatly hit, his body went limp as it made contact with the car, his head hit the bonnet and he was still on the car for about 5 meters until he came flying off and flew another say 4 meters across the the road like a battered raggedy andy. Their was silence, the world stopped I was snapped back to reality by his mothers screams, she dropped to the floor in a faint but immediatly awoke, to the kids credit it must of been the adrenaline, he got up and staggered back to the pavement and fell again, I suddenly rushed forward to help yet I remembered you can't grab or hold a victim if they're in an accident and i'm definatly not qualified to do anything, lucky a nurse was standing at the traffic lights too, and she helped get the kid to the curb and check if he could still feel pain, he could......all I could do was stand by and watch as he was helped, I attempted to call an ambulance but as i rushed forward a man already got his phone out and was talking to the 999 call centre. All I could think was if I moved faster I could have grabbed him, taking the brunt for him or dragged him back if their was time, it was like a flash all I saw was his redcoat run out in about o.1 secs he was hit. I can only thank a higher power that he was okay, he could feel the pain and the ambulance collected him, I felt powerless just standing their with my tesco bags full of pancake crap.
Another person I feel for was the elder brother the mother immediatly put all blame on him despite the fact he wasn't walking with them and had crossed the road, pretty sure he was across the road from when the mother left tescos, he clawed at his hair under the pressure that was suddenly put on him, breaking down in tears that's a pain i hope I never feel.
And to the driver I sympathise I mean fuck, that shit would make me hate driving for a long time.
Just gald he was all ok.

Sunday 14 February 2010

In my day petrol was 42p for a gallon!

I caught the national express today and usually I sit down and immediatly pass out, or I'm enveloped in my music, enjoying my solitude, as I said in my previous Blog which I felt ran on a bit long, I'm now taking public transport without the comfort of my 2745 varied songs. I boarded the bus and sat down next to an elderly man and I asked whether the seat was free and he said yes, we drove on for a while and he started a conversation with me about how busy london was and how he was currently on a trip from Dover to Solihull, I remarked how it was a bad idea to get a coach going through London seeing as the traffic builds up at the time we left and remarkably as I said it we we found ourselves in a considerable amount of traffic.
He said he usually drives through from Dover but had an operation on his hand and quite liked the idea of being driven for once, I know your thinking why the hell am I writing about this stranger who I didn't even get the name of, i'm writing about this experience because I became amaingly interested in the ways of communication, I hardly had said two words to this man and here we were having a full blown conversation, about how the last time he took a coach was when he was 7, around the early 1950's!

I honestly learnt from this man, like did you know back when he was first driving i'd with 42p you could buy a gallon on petrol and a pound could get you 3 litres with change, not sure if that was an exaggeration but damn! How in dover you used to be able to get to france with your car for like a fiver, now it's drastically changed to 20 pounds each way. During this coversation I think I gained a slight distaste for our current finacial enconomy. I can only liken the conversation to that of a transaction between a client and a prostitute....yeah I know your thinking wtf, not that i'm experienced but he was like the prostitute and I was paying, with general conversation, about current times and my life, for information that I wanted to hear, I wanted to communicate both parties getting what they wanted, he a sense of chatting and being listened to and I, well listening really.
It's weird how we choose to block ourselves out from something so interesting as other people, other peoples lives are sometimes just simply crazy, when there was silences I went against my n natural nature and picked up the conversation fanning the flame rather then letting the sparks of the converation die. He even waved goodbye as he got off the coach and looked through the window at me.

I genuinly felt like I had gained an insight into another persons life and I liked it.

Tuesday 9 February 2010

Baby oil rub down

I thought I'd start by saying hi my names Daryll and i'm new to blogging, sounds a bit like an AA meeting, I mean how else are you menat to start? I thought i'd give this blogging thing a try due to a request from my tutor. I don't know what to talk about in general on this blog but an idea is forming and when I grasp it i'm going to blow your minds like a frickin mind grenade!
Well I decided i want to talk about another request from my tutor, 'Do any of you take public transport?' mostly the replies were yes, he then proceeded to ask whether we wear mp3 players on public transport, images of me blanking out every other living creature on the bus earlier that morning whilst Toni Braxton played in my ears suddenly came to mind, Un-break my heart if your wondering, don't ask why. Once again being the age of 20 just above and below most of us said yes, are tutor then said please do this no longer and bowed to us in a japanese fashion, by far the most interesting tutor i've had so far.
Now i've explained the why i got onto buses and trains thereafter without my beloved ipod i can get into my first story, this thursday on the 11th I caught the national express back home to london, then I proceeded to get onto the northern line, I met a charming older woman who saw me cracking my neck, i've really got to stop doing that, she came up to me and offered to massage my neck on the train, I laughed and said I was alright she then said she was really really good at massages, I honestly paused for a second, I mean yeah my neck was hurting and this would be a great story/source of relief, but I still passed. She then questioned whether I had caught the arsenal liverpool match, being a gunner myself i perked up and pressed her for her views on the match, she said it was a dissapointing outcome, even more dissapointing as she found arsene wenger to be a wanker, I listened and then reminded her it wasn't so dissapointing seeing as we won, I then argued Wengers case like a defense lawyer to a jury, this carried on till we pulled up to our station, as we parted she asked me to consider a massage for my neck, just so you know the reason i had to decline again was, I have an issue with someone possibly the same age as my gran trying to massage me, images of a baby oil rub down made me politely say thanks for the nice chat and offer, I wished her good day and I briefly cursed and thanked my tutor Ian for the encounter.

P.s: Happy Valentines people, well actually forget that, happy sunday to everyone whose single like me :)