tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-276492162011-04-21T18:09:48.435-07:00Polardinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17536654486573035069noreply@blogger.comBlogger41100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27649216.post-25414587535437164302008-01-02T10:59:00.000-08:002008-01-02T11:00:55.034-08:00<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bsICwcUS5UA/R3vfPRvx6FI/AAAAAAAAACs/UCBmwhyoLqI/s1600-h/DSC00035.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150956052383131730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_bsICwcUS5UA/R3vfPRvx6FI/AAAAAAAAACs/UCBmwhyoLqI/s320/DSC00035.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The year ahead like a great shoe with its lights on!<br /><br />EVER PRESENT PAST<br />(Or the past sure is tense)<br /><br />The beginning of the year is a little blurred having no memory for the past and no plan for the future the existence in the now was the reasoning behind keeping a diary in the first place. So when my diary was stolen from my car it meant I lost January and February.<br /><br />All I can say is that 3 of our lot were away at Uni while the other was snug in Sale. If anything extraordinary happened it’s now gone into the mists of time. I do recall that we decided to do an entire re run of the Sopranos ending with the final 6 episodes that we downloaded 24 hours after the episode was shown in America thus completing the greatest ever TV show.<br /><br />March<br /><br />On the 1st day of which Burger and Sarah returned from their six month foreign adventure. We had them around for a curry appropriately Sarah wore her Sari and we saw their photo history of the trip.<br /><br />I had a night out at Mojo’s for the cockneys birthdays and Su and I spent a Sunday visiting Gaskell’s house and eating at the main Jewish restaurant of Manchester JS. Liverpool progressed in the European cup by beating Barcelona. We sent Becca and Jonny off for a weekend in London, Jonnies 1st time in our capital City. Their Xmas present was Spamalot.<br /><br />Then the Cricket world cup started.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27649216-2541458753543716430?l=polardin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Polardinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17536654486573035069noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27649216.post-26699547497896510542008-01-02T10:53:00.000-08:002008-01-02T10:57:11.480-08:00<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bsICwcUS5UA/R3veLhvx6EI/AAAAAAAAACk/HGphOGOJKd0/s1600-h/DSC00035.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150954888446994498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_bsICwcUS5UA/R3veLhvx6EI/AAAAAAAAACk/HGphOGOJKd0/s320/DSC00035.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong></strong> </div><div><strong></strong> </div><div><strong></strong> </div><div><strong></strong> </div><div><strong></strong> </div><div><strong></strong> </div><div><strong></strong> </div><div><strong></strong> </div><div><strong></strong> </div><div><strong></strong> </div><div><strong></strong> </div><div><strong></strong> </div><div><strong></strong> </div><div><strong></strong> </div><div><strong></strong> </div><div><strong></strong> </div><div><strong></strong> </div><div><strong></strong> </div><div><strong></strong> </div><div><strong></strong> </div><div><strong></strong> </div><div><strong></strong> </div><div><strong></strong> </div><div><strong></strong> </div><div><strong></strong> </div><div><strong></strong> </div><div><strong><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The last year in review part one</strong></div><br /><div><strong></strong></div><br /><div><br /><br />The year ahead like a great shoe with its lights on!<br /><br />EVER PRESENT PAST<br />(Or the past sure is tense)<br /><br />The beginning of the year is a little blurred having no memory for the past and no plan for the future the existence in the now was the reasoning behind keeping a diary in the first place. So when my diary was stolen from my car it meant I lost January and February.<br /><br />All I can say is that 3 of our lot were away at Uni while the other was snug in Sale. If anything extraordinary happened it’s now gone into the mists of time. I do recall that we decided to do an entire re run of the Sopranos ending with the final 6 episodes that we downloaded 24 hours after the episode was shown in America thus completing the greatest ever TV show.<br /><br />March<br /><br />On the 1st day of which Burger and Sarah returned from their six month foreign adventure. We had them around for a curry appropriately Sarah wore her Sari and we saw their photo history of the trip.<br /><br />I had a night out at Mojo’s for the cockneys birthdays and Su and I spent a Sunday visiting Gaskell’s house and eating at the main Jewish restaurant of Manchester JS. Liverpool progressed in the European cup by beating Barcelona. We sent Becca and Jonny off for a weekend in London, Jonnies 1st time in our capital City. Their Xmas present was Spamalot.<br /><br />Then the Cricket world cup started. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27649216-2669954749789651054?l=polardin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Polardinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17536654486573035069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27649216.post-59102444305462784382007-06-15T21:24:00.000-07:002007-06-15T21:26:30.860-07:00W.B Yeats<br /><br />Turning and turning in the widening gyreThe falcon cannot hear the falconer;<br />Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;<br />Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,<br />The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere<br />The ceremony of innocence is drowned;<br />The best lack all conviction, while the worst<br />Are full of passionate intensity.<br />Surely some revelation is at hand;<br />Surely the Second Coming is at hand.<br />The Second Coming!<br />Hardly are those words out<br />When a vast image out of Spritus Mundi<br />Troubles my sight: somewhere in the sands of the desert.<br />A shape with lion body and the head of a man,<br />A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,<br />Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it<br />Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.<br />The darkness drops again; but now I know<br />That twenty centuries of stony sleepwere vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,<br />And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,<br />Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27649216-5910244430546278438?l=polardin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Polardinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17536654486573035069noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27649216.post-1149832137786229022006-06-08T22:48:00.000-07:002006-06-08T22:48:57.803-07:00<a href="http://cheadletownfc.blogspot.com/">Cheadle Town FC: Nine Below Zero Blogspot</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27649216-114983213778622902?l=polardin.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Polardinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17536654486573035069noreply@blogger.com0