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Lollipop Lily had been the apple of her father's eye until she decided to live bang in the middle of the "red" district of town and sport pink curtains in her low-lit windows, and then, in his eyes, she became the worst creature in his Universe.
9:46 AM May 5
Peter Rogerson I used to do a lot of blogging on this site until it went wrong, and moved to gather, from which I deligently posted links to here so that any remaining supporters might have a chance of seeing my stuff. Now gather seems to have gone the way of all flesh and I may return here. I say may because as far as blogging is concerned it's not what it was; We'll just have to see.
I used to do a lot of blogging on this site until it went wrong, and moved to gather, from which I deligently posted links to here so that any remaining supporters might have a chance of seeing my stuff. Now gather seems to have gone the way of all flesh and I may return here. I say may because as far as blogging is concerned it's not what it was; We'll just have to see.
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Im struggling with my new laptop, trying to make it understand that the fairly new printer I occasionally want to attach to it really exists, and while Im...
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World Visitor Map --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I have little time left for this site since it's slow decline, but for the benefit of the army of souls who seem to think me the most desirable hunk since Noah floated his boat I want to establish the fact that I'M VERY, VERY HAPPILY MARRIED, 100% IN A LOVING PARTNERSHIP AND DON'T WANT ANOTHER!!!! Then I'll would start with the greeting "hi", but I'm a pedantic old fool and prefer "hello". I was born in 1943 in Rugby, Warwickshire with still two years of WW2 to go, and spent the first fifty-odd years of my life doing not very much if you discount fathering five children and bringing four of them up without the help of a good woman (or a bad one, come to think of it). Now I have grandchildren to contend with, but they're a darned sight easier because they go home at nights. Mostly. I listen to quite a lot of popular music and my tastes are wide in a narrow sort of way. Back in the good old sterile fifties I formed a fondness for the British answer to Rock 'n' roll, that was skiffle, and still occasionally enjoy Lonnie Donegan who was the undoubted king of the genre. I hope to keep a couple of old monochrome videos of his performances on this profile. But the idea that was at the centre of the skiffle movement, that anyone could create music if they had the spirit in them, has informed my tone-deaf rhythm resistent life ever since then! The sixties dawned and I flowed in the direction of Dylan and Donovan (preferring the latter because it's a cultural thing - he might have lived down my road but Dylan certainly could not have resided anywhere this side of the Atlantic). There were the Beatles, of course, but the girls all loved them, which put my back out to start with. It was the same with Elvis Presley. These huge stars had an unfair advantage and I was blowed if I was going to contribute to their wooing funds! It wasn't until the relatively recent release of the Beatles stuff on the number ones compilation CD that I bought my first Beatles record - and I've always managed to avoid buying anything by the so-called king!!! A family came along, five angels, and a divorce, with me "winning" the four eldest. It wasn't a gigantic tustle because the other bloke, the one who married my ex-wife, wasn't interested. Anyway, my own tastes and choices were forced to take a back seat whilst I fought the family war. Now they've all gone (still angels, or almost so - slightly soiled angels, shall we say?) and I can concentrate on me again. I spend a great deal of time writing and revising novels that most likely nobody will ever read. In the knowledge of that anonymity I've included references and scenes from many walks of life, including the bedroom. I have thought of inviting all and sundry to have e-copies, but am fundamentally too lazy and technologically inept to do it. Postscript. Tha above-mentioned scribblings are now available from Lulu. com., either as inexpensive downloads or paperback books. Hurrah! But my treasured anonymity has gone - never mind,it never meant much anyway. If anyone is sufficiently interested and wants to glimpse my output it can be found by clicking here Go on - take a look - you know you want to!!! My more recent warblings are posted on Gather (a site like Myspace used to be) and only linked to here while it's possible. .. .. ..
Who I'd like to meet:There aren't so many people I'd like to meet, except Hitler with a gun in my hand circa 1930! And all the usual greats, of course, those who have inspired good in the world.
- Status: Married
- Here for: Networking, Friends
- Orientation: Straight
- Body type: Some extra baggage
- Ethnicity: White / Caucasian
- Religion: Atheist
- Zodiac Sign: Sagittarius
- Children: Proud parent
- Smoke / Drink: No / Yes
- Education: College graduate
- Occupation: retired
GeneralBesides the writing, which until recently took up most of my waking time, I sleep. I like sleeping because it's then that I dream and some of my worst nightmares appear in my published works: so for all of those who wonder, that explains it. Also, when the mood takes me, I make wine that I rarely drink and beer that I frequently do (in small, acceptable quantities). I have a dog - a mongrel, but that doesn't make him any less canine. I go out and about with him when the weather invites. I particularly enjoy communicating with free-thinking people of roughly my own age, especially if they are as cynical as me about the great religious con and the wayward ways of our political masters. What else interests me? My grandchildren, of course - they're all lovable. And the whole idea of having "friends" on-line - irrespective of race, colour or creed, that interests me and opens my mind up to new things and ideas. I love popular music from most eras. There's always good stuff being produced, the tracks accompanying this page for example (Lonnie Donegan from the 50s right up to the present day). But we all have truths about us, and mine are rooted in the past so I still listen to the late and very much lamented Lonnie Donegan because music has trapped within it tenuous links with past times, and the fifties were long enough ago for me to get nostalgic about without remembering the bad times too clearly. I even have a sizeable collection of 1950s pop records on 78 rpm shellac! How sad is that? I don't buy so many CDs these days - maybe one or two a year, and they're mostly female singers (Dido, Katie Melua, Corrine Bailey Rae). But then, there are plenty of radio stations playing my kind of music, so I don't need to. We live in an age of accessible music, which is very good indeed. And there's always the tunes of the future, songs in genres probably as yet unimagined, and they're important to me because they pour from the hearts of the young. Old men don't make such good music because they get pretentious and lose the raw edge of their passions.
MoviesNow I'm going to let myself down. I hate most films, especially those supposed to be "block busters". Maybe it's because the majority of films reflect a culture that has grown away from my own (Hollywood is NOT down my street). I do like some British films, and I think among the best is the original Lionel Jeffries directed Railway Children. Anyway, life's too short to spend too much of it bathing in the celluloid lives of the ridiculous or plain silly.
TelevisionI tend to watch too much television (which throws my argument about films out of the window) and I prefer something with a crime-solving element to it. I also hate commercials with a passion, and avoid them whenever possible. Therefore it's mostly the Beeb for me - Dalziel and Pascoe, Silent Witness, Spooks, Murphy's Law, Sea of Souls, New Tricks and so on. Then there's comedy - from the modern output the Ricky Gervais stuff stands out, and Little Britain or Catherine Tate, and a touch of the Mighty Boosh, not to forget Two Pints of Lager and a Packet of Crisps. Finally, like many elderly gents I can't get too much history - drama-docs, other docs, the lot. The earlier the history the better. I also like to keep abreast of scientific achievement and discovery, and there are some decent documentaries to satisfy that particular appetite. I have one thing in common with my 8 year old grandson though - and that is the good Dr Who and his splendid Tardis, and usually extremely attractive female travelling companion.
BooksI used to read more than I do now. I've read Lord of the Rings more times than I've had hot dinners. I've also enjoyed the SF of Asimov and Heinlein but am out of touch with the modern genre (except for those that I've written, which I love!!!!) And my shame is I've read the Harry Potter books - all of them, using the excuse that I need to keep up with modern culture so that I can understand my grandchildren - total rubbish, of course - like most men I'm still a boy at heart. I don't much enjoy fiction that has deep and meaningful messages hidden in it. I read the Da Vinci Code a year or so back when all the fuss about it was filling the papers, and I thought it to be interesting dross. It's the story I want, not the moral. Which is why I love most of my own stuff. The saddest thing is that when I read on the bus it's usually something by Peter Rogerson. Shudder.
HeroesHeroes? I've never had much time for heroes, though I admire those who achieve a great deal more with their lives than do average folk. David Attenborough springs to mind, and Bill Oddie for his high regard for our feathered friends, and those brave men who took their first tentative steps into space riding machines that might have exploded at the least provocation. Then there are all the little people whose names I'll never know but who achieve great things in small ways. They're my heroes, too, along with Dorothy. But I do not respect the army of modern celebrities who do little more than kick footballs, pose or demonstrate the frailties of the human brain with their every spoken word.
1954 to 1961
- Rugby, United Kingdom
- Graduated: N/A
- Student status: Alumni