What’s a show that had the perfect series finale?
When you truly love a show you can’t imagine the characters not existing anymore.You want them to keep going even if the writers have run out of ideas or frankly got bored and feel they have nowhere to go.
So for me there is no “perfect” series finale.
And if I’m disliking the show,then the sooner it ends the better,and there’s always the “off” button.
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It was quite by accident that I invited Kant,
I thought he would simply say I can’t,
Instead he replied by return,
That he now had a method to leave his urn,
At first I thought what a clever man,
I’d always been a devoted fan,
And then I considered what could he eat?
Perhaps I should make him just a sweet?
Ice cream and strawberries would be fine,
And perhaps a bottle of that Aldi wine,
It had three gold stars in ” How to dine”
And of course he’d appreciate a German vine,
We’d talk and talk until the early hours,
Until we heard the neighbours having their showers,
At that Kant would begin to moan ,
And say that he really should go home,
He’d break the spell and send me back to reality,
Creating an aesthetic distance quite deliberately,
I’ve got to admit we would have had such fun,
Though it would be sad when he talked about him not having
a son,
I’d change the subject to something cheery instead,
I’d probably find out what it’s like being dead,
And then of course we’d laugh and smile,
Thinking about his theories all the while,
Death apparently has no fashion,
So his ideas ,thank heavens are still his passion,
I needn’t have worried about immaculate conception,
I mean that would be divine intervention,
And Kant would say religion is pants,
And on single motherhood he had many rants,
So his ideas to him are still his thing,
And he cackled loudly ” death freed him
from the need to earn a living.”
With those parting words he left me cold,
I don’t know why but it made me feel old.
Namaste and Thank You for Reading.🙏
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I am sitting here in this British Heatwave with the freedom and economic security to look after myself, rest, drink fluids, sit in front of a fan and dare I say it have an ice cream.
And then with the heat just getting too much, the top of my arms burning and I’m not even sitting out in the sun. I am very angry.
For somewhere in the World there is a child who is under ten, perhaps even five or six, working in these temperatures. Probably bonded labour, sold by parents who could not afford to feed or clothe them. No comfort, no relief from the burning sun, only given whatever relief they need to keep them working. No freedom to move, no freedom to take a drink when they want , no shelter, just the pain of repetitive work that there small hands are good at doing. I have no doubt that these conditions still exist , because Iqbal was killed by the Child Labour Lobby in Pakistan. Child Labour was seen as necessary, part of the economy.
My thoughts lament this situation .
In this intolerable heat in the UK with holiday makers out and about, queuing on motorways, people arguing about their routes. Families stopping at overcrowded service areas where suddenly the workers staffing them are overloaded by the demands put on them. Full waste bins, rubbish being dumped unceremoniously on grass areas. Queues for toilets and shortages of all sorts of things. Tempers fray and children cry
” This is the worst holiday ever……”
Perhaps they are right. Perhaps we should be glad that we can live in a society that they have the freedom to choose what they like and dislike and what they will put up with, and they have the right to complain.
With all this talk of AI making everything better, can we link it somehow to allocating resources efficiently so little children do not need to be bonded and that the heat of the sun is converted to better energy both to protect us from it’s harmful rays and create better ways of manufacturing the goods we need.
Then when we reach that Nirvana state where everyone is looked we can consider the demise of the planet that we live on , for indeed that day will surely come.
The billionaires of today want an escape route, but I think that is very naive. They should be looking at the World as it is now and ensuring the health and wealth of all. For that is our future.
Namaste and Thank You for Reading.🙏
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How do you handle fear and self-doubt?
What a strange thought to doubt yourself?
To face the fear of losing your wealth,
After all what makes the World go around,
Thoughts and Ideas they must abound,
Each has a role it must play,
It’s best to let everyone have their say,
Appearances of course must be right ,
No thought is worth a terrible fight ,
Then again no one is so clever,
To shout and gain say never,never..
Sometimes you have to stand your ground
At least that’s what I’ve always found.
Choose your moment carefully ,
Mine’s usually at quarter to three,
The playground is empty I’m all alone
Thank Heaven’s the children have all gone home.
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What’s a moment that made you question reality?
Was it long ago or just recently,
I’ll have to think while I brew my tea,
It seemed so safe and secure,
But really it was like a pile of ordure,
I’m not talking about a relationship
No my psyche is in good shape,
From break ups,shame and many a sad day
I’ve managed to get by and walk away,
I’ve managed to crack that ego thing,
After all it’s just drug dealers bling,
To crime I never did resort,
Too scared of the police and a lawyer’s retort,
I watch in horror the reports of crime,
And think why do people waste their time?
However. there are many things that beggar my
belief,
The least of all is a grimey thief ,
For possessions they are just a badge of honour,
To display with pride in our little corner,
I’ve moved on from that and have boosted my
sanity,
By questioning wealth and unfettered vanity,
The entitled may smile and turn up on T.V.
For them that is their justification and reason to
be.
That is a moment and value I have left behind
For now my priority is this grapefruit rind,
The moment,is now and I just can’t believe it
I’m having my breakfast ,having risen from my
pit,
And it could be worse but I still can’t
understand ,
Why my blooming coffee always taste’s so bland!
(actually it was very nice coffee,but I needed to make a rhyme).
Namaste and Thank You for Reading.🙏
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What’s a movie you expected to hate but ended up loving?
Why would I watch a movie I expected to hate, surely the opposite is more likely to happen?
However,I’ve wracked my brains and I suppose Ghostbusters was a movie I didn’t think I’d like but it was brilliant.
There were many reasons I thought I wouldn’t like it. Never a fan of Bill Murray and the story seemed ridiculous,so it really did surprise me.I was totally slimed.
Namaste and Thank You for Reading
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What is the meaning of life?
Oh you can have all your fancy thoughts,
So many in number they have lots of noughts,
You can try and justify why you’re here,
Or perhaps reason is controlling your fear,
For mysteries and dangers do abound
Just ask your beautiful trusty hound
They know an awful lot and understand more
It’s all got to do with ancient lore
There’s mysteries and to be honest madam
It all comes down to ectoplasm.
Namaste and Thank You for reading.🙏
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