R's rue

"Brylcreem" was first created in Birmingham, England. Consisting of an emulsion of water and mineral oil mixed with beeswax, it took off as a male grooming product just before World War II. You rubbed it into your scalp and your hair became easier to manage. With sufficient "Brylcreem" upon it, it tended stay put in a gale. My father Philip applied it to his head every morning and at the age of eleven , when I started secondary school, I also joined the "Brylcreem" club. Unless I played sports during the school day, my parted hair  remained unchanged till I got home. I left the "Brylcreem" fraternity at the age of fourteen. By 1967, I was keen to have longer hair like The Beatles and The Rolling Stones but my school's rules must have been developed in  Edwardian times. Having anything other than a "short back and sides" was considered to be a heinous crime but with several other rebellious boys I kept pushing the boundaries. In...

 PT this morning. Physically I’m okay. Mentally, it’s taking time. Everything is a process. I’m realizing this will now be a part of daily life. My body has never felt better. Why is it we fight things that are good for us. I’m fighting what I know I need. I’m not fighting it outwardly. I’m warring on the inside. I’m fighting what I can’t have.  These are my daily thoughts.  from R's rue https://ift.tt/92nu0OE

 The gravedigger has arrived to open up Auntie Glad’s family grave . It’s her funeral tomorrow An so I think it’s fitting giving this blog entry an airing again. I was remembering Gladys as she should be remembered is is from a post written year ago , about an event I held in the village fifteen years ago  now A " Field Of Dreams " Moment My family often nag me to amalgamate the better parts of Going Gently into some sort of bestselling paperback. The Prof says whimsy sells, and I guess he is right given the plethora of " heartwarming" and " uplifting" tales of life changing encounters middle aged pongos like myself experience when lifestyles change and temple hair is lightening from brunette to a gentle grey. On the way to the panto the other night, my sister remembered what I call a " Field of Dreams" moment which she said would be a " Satisfying " denouement to the chapter where two middle aged gays first moved into a tight ...