Bollywood Star

9"x5"

Painted today siting in the shade of my garden 

Acrylic paintings completed this week

7"x9"

10"x6"    Eminem

9"x7"

Pictures on hardboard base on articles in the Metro newspaper . 

A collage created yesterday from a old Metto

All headlines  taken from one paper to sum up some of the hopes and frustrations in my life now.
the drink is dealt with its the rest of the journey  that needs direction .

Good News.

 I was sitting around stressing about the pains in
my body due to the stupidity of lifting to much at
the beginning of last week, as an attempt to stop this
going around my head  I phoned my Specialist Nurse, 
for advice on how to proceed with my pelvic floor exercises, 
in the hope I would not make things worse, 
was told things would probably be OK. But take it easy! 
Followed  by the good news my first PSA Blood Test
was  Zero, (His words less than zero,)

Now I've just had this all confirmed at a routine 
Hospital appointment.      

Tuff Times

Really Missing the bike as a means of de-stressing, 

because of the surgery, not going to be able to ride for

another three weeks or so, may be more starting to get

fidgety, if the body stops the mind goes into overdrive

reworking old troubles, trying to read more 

but really need new glasses. 

      

   

Living in the Moment, an aspiration.

The Surgeon performed his part a week ago,

Now I start my recovery, I seem to have

recovery tasks in tandem now,

I remember when work was like this

moving from job to job, more than one a day,

and at weekends,  living in the moment,

no plans just the need to live,

maybe I need to get some of

that life back, the one without the need of a 

backup plan / safety-net, to much thinking

all the time, I don't think its going-to happen  

overnight but lets try, Just now and then.

             

      Freedom is around the next corner!   

Under the knife

As I prepared this red pepper for our salad
it reminded me of my coming operation
for prostate cancer 

Secrets of Folly Island

The Allotments a nice peaceful plot nestled down 

behind the town of Hertford, where the pace of life

slows to an expectable amble, with the river on one

side lined with a floating community of barges.

Completing the sandwich parkland and a 

sports complex on the other.

Folly Island Link

I've been there and back

To the limit 

As I push on out 

the whizz of rubber

the flapping of cloth 

warming of muscle 

inflating lungs 

just bumblebee exceleration

to clear the hemmed in fog

cycling to freedom

desperate measures to 

slow the mind 

thats stuck on spin

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Yes it did work     

POISONED ?

To achieve the in possible 

I needed a glass, 

my old favorite drinking glass,

it had to be drunk,

one litre of laxative in a hour 

followed by half a litre of water.

all repeated four hours later

all on top of the three day strict diet.

further details I need not go into,

the subsequent hospital visit  went well,

mission accomplished,

powered by dissociation

and pleasant  memories,  

Now the sad news,

fond memories of tasty tipples

associated with my favorite glass 

poisoned, wiped out gone, replaced with

YUCK.      

Was this the early influence of the Batman comics ?

  

Along way down

When the boys started to ride their bikes

many years ago a trip out took us to a 

local hill, on seeing the long steep decline

the boys renamed it Holy Shit Hill,

was this a early influence of 

The Batman comics on their lives.

The second picture is looking down the hill,

the last is looking back up.

Pictures taken last week on one of my

recent trips down memory lane.  

Post-Traumatic Growth,

Hold on Tight

Now I'm starting to ride the wave of positive energies 

around me, harness and embrace with vigor 

the people that oozes fun and humor,

As the healing sun starts thawing the cramps of winter,

the shock of cancer slips to the side,

eased by the favorable results of scans and x-rays

now I'm in surgeons hands, 

Mud and negativity must be left behind,

bundled with winter, and dumped  

on the corner in the municipal bin,

Wet and Dry

My eyes are wet, My eyes are dry,

laughs and smiles mingle with distant tunes,

youth is now sitting on the bottom step,

old age grabbing the banister,

over loaded tired joints yearn for sedation 

a kick and punch that smoothes and caresses, 

a guaranteed lift, with a hefty drop,

to the fridge, back at the shop. 

                                    

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Vale House, Hertford

Stu's view May 2013

Vale House set on the the road from Hertford to Bengeo
A large meandering building that in the past has offered support to
people with addictions, a successful stabilisation service giving
hope, the feeling of belonging and achievement to many,
now sitting empty, its self now in much need of care.
  

started painting this Tuesday 9th October

                                Stu;sView

The first paint on canvas since April. on the theme 

of addiction or sobriety (not yet finisded)

As for David Camoron and Boris Johnson

they can drink as much of the River Thames

as they like.

* 

My Head

                                              Old Byford in Town.

Tried to add to Twitter profile 

Tried in different formats and file sizes 

nothing working ,

came to the concussion I'm too old.

Denny's Pad get more exposure at Viewpoint's AGM.

Stu. Byford' View

Good feed back from commissioning teams,
as Ladies Only Recovery Group's numbers expand.
Hows that song go Some girls/guys get all the luck
well the girls are having all the luck with this group.

Link to My Great Expectation group Blog

Link to Viewpoint 

World Mental Health Day

10 October 2012

World Mental Health

World Mental Health Day raises public awareness about mental health issues. 
The day promotes  open discussion of mental health disorders, 
and investments in prevention, promotion and treatment services . 
this year it is "Depression: A Global Crisis".

Todays Blog has all ready grown into such a rambling rush in my head,
Yes I know its a contradiction of words, "Head Please please slow down",
thoughts are rush in, I'm unable to action on the idea as quick, 
but good ideas are valuable, they have taken just a fraction of time to
generate. Time not a commodity to wast, a one point the only way to stop 
the heads filling with fog was to jam it, with alcohol,  
( easier to drink than spell ), 
I'm digressing but you get the picture. Must stop it hear , 
more fog coming in.

.

West Coast Main Line

Dear Richard

Did you hear me!

As the country wakes up to the news, 
that the government admit they got it wrong,
news now silently creeping from the tunnel of darkness 

A shout of YES! as I pushed my fist in the air, 
at seven O'clock this morning, 

Mister Branson Sir, you give us all hope,
in changing wrongly  awarded contracts,

Thank You. 

Best Regards.

Stuart. 

P.S Our fight goes on.

Good luck with the tendering.



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Things to count on

A  blinding light from old job brakes, 

a fist goes up,  in unison we call, 

muffled spitting, and ticks out aloud.

The spirit is steadily rising not from with in,

coerced gently back from the bin,

I'll be rubbished no more, by money grabbing

bastards! above the factory floor.

Thanks to many good dried out thinkers,

who have helped me raise my fingers,

strength in my numbers, now thats one,

Remembering Bills words, up your bum.

The fight is back so tame that anger, 

a stealthy prolonged attack,

is more affective than jabbing and running back.

Thankful gratitude to all my many good friends,

with a special thanks  to all in Recovery, 

and my boys who give me untold strength.

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