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Isn’t restoring old things better than buying new. I have a squire guitar in my attic from the 1980s. I did not buy it new. I was offered it for a good price over twenty years ago. I stopped playing shortly after. Even though it was cheap when it was made - and wouldn’t fetch that much now. Yet it is worth cleaning. All it needs is time, a living touch, a little tender care.

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The Wool Coat of the Wolf.

Axing Universal Benefits: Is it Socialist? At work a friend asked me for an explanation of the universal winter fuel payment the current Government is abolishing. He asked if it was socialist/Marxist policy. I am known as an anti-conservative at work. The presumption is that I vote Labour. I hold up my hand, guilty. Yes, I have voted Labour in the past. But I have never voted for the Labour…

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Impact of British Politics on the Working Class

A lack of choice makes this serf angry. During debates they try and remember the name of the questioner while they think of which answer they had rehearsed for this line of question. They promise much but the promises only sound real when they are empty of substance. Do they listen? If my workplace is anything to go by, the politicians listen to us about as much as we listen to them. In a…

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Anticipated Excitement: England's Euro 24 Tournament Kickoff

Within an hour the England team will kick off their first game of the Euro 24 tournament. If you are reading this after: don’t tell me the score. As you can see your blogger is ready for kick off. The chest is puffed with pride wearing the three lions. My heart beats with the anticipated excitement of victory after victory. Till the final whistle is blown and the trophy is handed for the salute…

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Navigating Unemployment: A Modern Serf's Tale | Scribing Serf

What jobs have you had? AI title may be an attraction but I still prefer the original: Serf’s Up Leaving school with proof of poor attainment leads only one direction. Political parties do not discuss the modern serf. We are just not important to them. They want our vote. They will promise us better paid jobs. Level up our communities. Things will always get better if we vote for them. The…

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Childhood Dreams: The Story of a Brave Boy and the Woman in White

When you were five, what did you want to be when you grew up? Standing at the top of the stairs, staring down. I knew I could jump off the top step and make it to the bottom. I was superman, or boy. The only problem to five-year-old me was the curve at the bottom. The stairs were just inside the front door, and the last three (or maybe four) steps turned to the hallway. I just could not imagine…

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George's End

A Drabble. Warning this post depicts despair and depression and contains imagery of a highly sensitive nature including self-harm. Created by Microsoft designer AI under instruction from author. Opening his eyes. Darkness outside. Void within. George looked around the room, he loathed to call it home. His wife had that. Signed and sealed, lost, complete with children and dog. The toilet…

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Winter's End

As winter ends, thoughts reach out. A Stream of Consciousness piece written as I walked from my parked car to my place of work. Originally Posted on Medium.com Walking though the silhouetted park I spotted a loan cat sat on the wall. The sparkle in its eyes met mine before it looked away. Something more interesting was happening. Rear legs lifted. Wiggling it’s rear it checked its…

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Understanding.

What was the last live performance you saw? In a church in Belper, Derbyshire, an old man cried. She sang the lines and his tears wrapped in the back of his throat. Once, long ago, in a cinema in Lincoln he had seen the woman backed by her band. She sang songs, he joined in. Sat far at the back, alone, with a feeling of happiness he had not felt in such a long time. Some music can do things to…

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The Drabble Rabble

Drabbles The Drabble Rabble Crowded round the brazier all sucking deep on cigarettes. Not one spoke in the darkness of the flicking flames. All sides of trees similar to the men. Hidden and haunting their paranoia. Acutely aware they tried to pierce dark broken silence. The youngest of them coughed on his smoke. With furious brows their eyes lit him. His laugh burned before he controlled it.…

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Difficult Drabble

My first drabble is about drabbles. Difficult drabble. Just a century of words, no more no less. Something read in a minute. A story, a character, and a plot. All in one hundred words. Every one of those words need to carry the weight of the whole. You cannot waste one word. Not one cannot state something about the three principles. Conjunction words are gone. Full description is gone. Or…

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Love Connection

Twenty-seven years married, thirty years away from her birth town, Joanne was surprised at how young Jonathan looked. Her first serious boyfriend, the first she gave all too, and the one she detested her parents for pulling her away from. Jonathan, still gorgeous and the first person that recognised her since her return. Still single, still his cheery, charming self. And still…

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Runaway

Flash fiction He ran. Ernie pushed his legs to move even faster. Window, door, wall, window, door wall, window door wall. Archway, wall window door, door, window, wall. The terrace houses flashing by the corner seemed so far away. He put his head down. The pavement came up to his boot, lace still flapping and whipping his shin. Concrete slab slamming in his calve and thigh muscle. Three streets…

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Finding Freedom From Fear and Isolation.

Trapped within walls: Confronting Agoraphobia and Social Anxiety Part two of How to avoid the drift through life. Me around that time. (C)NigelHare.com Afraid to leave the house. Engaging in a conversation with people was a fear greater than dying. Any conversations I had would haunt me for days. Endless reruns looking for the stupid things that I said. Seeking for misinterpretations on what I…

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How To Avoid Drifting Through Life

A Personal story First published on Medium 02/02/24 The drifter boy. (c)NigelHare.com Drifting through life is an option for many people to take.   I’m not talking about you, reader. You have taken the time to read this. You are not drifting. The others, the ones that do not read Medium, or a blog, they drift.   For a long time I drifted through life. A king of the straight road, risk free,…

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The (F)Art of Writing

This is what you should be doing Make your writing personal. Create a connection with your reader. Bring value to your reader. Show your vulnerability. You need to do these to increase your revenue. I have read lots of articles on medium, Substack, and websites about how to get more. Everyone wants more. More followers, more reads, more revenue, more fame. If you want the algorithm to favour…

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When I was a child it seemed like every adult asked you what you wanted to be when you grew up. According to my parents being a bum, unemployed, or older were not acceptable answers. Telling people to stop being nosey would get you out in the cupboard. So I used to just say the first job that came into my head. We went to some celebration or other and within five minutes, I wanted to be: a train driver, footballer, jockey, factory worker, and a stripper. The last one I had only just heard, when my mother had said to my father, “I hope your brother hasn’t invited that stripper to the party.”