Double, double, toil and trouble

Day 092/100

Have not had a poetry/literary days for a while and today was one of those days. The best piece of work I could choose is from Shakespeare’s Macbeth with the witches toiling over their cauldron making some exotic brew. The weather here today has been pretty crazy and the swirling, tumultuous skies reminded me of the play, it has to be my favorite. With some unseen god who is having a bad day just throwing what ever comes to hand into the great big pot that is the worlds weather, a pinch of drizzle, a good dash of wind (gale force to be exact), a decent splash of heavy rain all mixed up with dark clouds. Not unlike a witches heady brew. Enjoy.

William Shakespeare


ALL.  Double, double toil and trouble; 
    Fire burn, and caldron bubble. 
       2 WITCH.  Fillet of a fenny snake, 
    In the caldron boil and bake; 
    Eye of newt, and toe of frog, 
    Wool of bat, and tongue of dog, 
    Adder’s fork, and blind-worm’s sting, 
    Lizard’s leg, and owlet’s wing,— 
    For a charm of powerful trouble, 
    Like a hell-broth boil and bubble. 
       ALL.  Double, double toil and trouble; 
    Fire burn, and caldron bubble. 


The joys of public transport

Day 024/100

Yet again it is raining in Dublin, and this time it is more than just a mere sprinkle of raindrops. We have been experiencing pretty bad weather the last couple of days and guess what, it is due to continue. The only challenging part about bad weather is how nutty people become, manners, patience and common courtesy’s go flying out the window. Now waiting to board a bus you get belted out of the way as if Black Friday has just started, trying to cross a road safely becomes an assault course, even if you are in the right, and I have lost count of the times I have been smacked with umbrella’s, I would have had better luck fighting Errol Flynn. As bad as the day started out it did end on a funny note. Dublin city in rush hour is manageable, but throw in bad weather and rush hour can out do the best New York and London have to throw at commuters. So if any traffic problems arise people instantly go from calm serenity to all out bonkers from nought to sixty in a split second. Having travelled a lot I have come to learn to just go with the flow when these unscripted interludes occur. But what made things funny was how people reacted to being told the bus had to find an alternate route through the city, all at once every mobile phone was in use texting, updating the world that the bus was having to divert. It was like watching Sky News or the BBC News breaking a big news story, sitting there I was half expecting to see NBC’s Tom Brokaw or Channel Four’s Jon Snow popping up to do, a to camera piece and interviewing those closest to the action. Asking those probing questions to make sure the world knows how defining and important this event was. All I could do was smile. Unfortunately sitting there looking like a drowned rat (step up from demented elf) and grinning madly, I am sure my fellow passengers though I was the potty one. Mind you though, I never did get to have my 15 minutes of fame explaining to Jon Snow how noteworthy the whole event was.

Only on a Tuesday

Day 021/100

Tuesday is my day to kinda goof around doing all my messages, mailing letters, catching up with emails and treating myself to a coffee out, reading the latest novel. But one thing I have come to notice is no matter how beautiful a week we are having weather wise it will always rain on a Tuesday, the one day I have to go out. Yesterday was stunning and tomorrow who knows. Always a Tuesday, but you know I have come to welcome the rain for where else would I get to look like a demented elf in June. You need to see me in my winter hat and coat to truly appreciate the image. Hense, “Life isn’t about waiting for the storm to pass…it’s learning to dance in the rain“, anonymous. Hope you are all having a more sunny week.