Count down to Christmas has begun….I’m stuck in the office…I think this is by my friend Keef Baker.
On t’bus looking at t’internet
Watch and be inspired
Love this track, from M83’s double CD “Hurry Up We are Dreaming”, and someone has put this series of beautiful clips to it.
As one of the comments on youtube sums it up for me
This makes me forget about all the bad things in my life, and allows me to appreciate the beauty of this magnificent planet. I love u all
A day of tidying up, entertaining the kids (painting and boardgames are on the agenda), and catching up with TV beckons š
This pretty much sums it up.
Man my psyche has been through the grinder the last couple of days. I’m not even going to touch on on the mini-break down I had Saturday gone (its one for me and my friends over a chill pint of beer š )
TheĀ World on the News gives the illusion it is going insane and that’s feeding back into my head at the moment, as my energy levels appear to drop as winter looms threatening.
But actually beneath the projected false reality, its ok
Its very much a crossroads situation..
Whose truth are you going to pick?
“The Sky is falling and I want my Mommy” (Fear)
Or
“We are all One, experiencing life together”
(Love)
I’ll take the high (energy) road and I’ll have more fun getting were we are all going anyway š
Dig yourself out of your misery and join us š
Reality is fixing itself….
I continue to let go of things that no longer have a happy influence on my life, like a balloonist chucks out ballast as he rises into the sky.
Three specific issues have quietly been resolved through letting go recently.
One was drawing a line under my dad’s financial affairs. For me this was admitting that they were left in a mess, we’ve done as much to sort them out as possible ( when I really shouldn’t have got involved ), out of care for my late-father (who quite frankly left us with aforementioned mess) and that a year on WE ARE NOT LEGALLY RESPONSIBLE FOR HIS FINANCES! Any one who thinks either me or mother are, can go talk to our solicitor š
Remember the mess in the Garden, i.e. the popped capstones and buried concrete that I whined on about in my Spring update post ? Well I’ve politely but firmly dismissed the Numpty Builders. After being lied to point blank over what was happening by Head Numpty Builder, I decided that despite it incurring a small cost (in the scheme of things) that I’d rather hire a local builder to do the work. Although rain has stopped play over the last couple weeks, as soon as the sun shines its going to get fixed and hopefully by mid summer we’ll be sat out in the garden fully enjoying it š
Some times you don’t necessarily get to choose the timing of things, but just have to gracefully get on with it. Fortunately I had seen this one coming a good six months in advance, so everything was prepared for one of D101’s writers to say that he no longer wanted me to publish his book. Frankly he’s been playing a passive aggressive game of control with me since just before its publication and that increased after it came out as he felt that I wasn’t doing enough to promote his book. If you look back at my blog entries the last couple of years have been very strained for me and he was lucky the book got out at all!Ā Suffice to say I’m actually happy at this ending and it really makes me value more the friends who graciously help to various degrees with D101 Games.
I’m expecting this process to continue, as blocks and debris get cleared.Ā Some will be planned and some will pop up as a initially unpleasant surprise!Ā But its all good in the end and taking me to a higher place š
For Andy…
I regularly go gigs in Manchester with my mate Andy (aka Nice Andy) and he’s forever extolling the virtue of this stoner or doom metal band. I’m more on the punk/alt side of the fence, and I rave quite regularly about the following bands saying that he must give them a listen.Ā Well with the magic of You Tube
The Melvins
Good News!
My mother in law, Elaine, has got the all clear on her Breast Cancer. Apparently she’s got regular check ups and some meds for short term future, but after two operations there’s no cancer left.
This brings to the end the shadow that we’ve been under since March (see Once again āinterestingā times loom high on the horizon ).
Hurrah š
Toby Tickletail
Say Yes please…
I’m back to my usual happy self after a couple of years of unrelenting grinding angst. Its weird its like being let out of the back of van that I had been forcibly bundled in to (or at least believed I was). “There you go, back in the Real World, you are free to go now Mr Newport, just don’t scare the horses (they are scared enough as it is )”.
I’m getting my shit together and generally knuckling under while fighting my own mild distraction ( “ooo look Call of Cthulhu 7th ed“) and disturbing lack of faith in myself.
Amidst a quick fire panic attack earlier today as I settled back into work after a four day break, I managed to calm myself and this great one popped into my head.
“Do you ever just bask in the sheer gorgeousness of it, feel the joy of life just flow through you?”
Of course the answer is a big NO!
I took mushrooms once and found out my fundamental baseline of reality is a slow motion apocalypse of Dante’s Inferno, with regular trips to Douglas Adam’s Total Perspective Vortex with blood dripping down the virtual walls. In short pretty damn pessimistic with a side order of viscous murder. I have many different personalities but the mental landscape they inhabit is fundamentally this and I see it as a daily struggle to rise above the shit.
So back to the question, “Do you ever just bask in the sheer gorgeousness of it, feel the joy of life just flow through you?”
What I changed my answer to YES?
Well that’s what I did this afternoon my friends……..and I no longer live in Hell š
Its all about letting things go that no longer have any use and hold you back.
Changes have been made on the subtle/unseen level ( what do you think 2012 was about eh? ), but its up to us to carry it through.
My father’s Eulogy
Just been cleaning up some files from PC when I found this my father’s Eulogy. Written by my mother, myself and my brother George which was read out just over a year ago at his funeral at Sunderland Crematorium. Why I’m I posting it here? Well as a sort of closure for myself and also should any of dad’s friends from various points of his life wonder what happened to him.
Derek Newport 1941-2012
āDerek was born in Norfolk to Edna and Fred Newport and lived in the village of Hockwold Cum Wilton with his brothers Robert, David, and sister Catherine. He had a countryside childhood, working on farms during the summer and playing football with his brothers.
Derek was physically strong person with a vital personality. He was a keen cyclist all his life and prior to going to college was Nolfolk County sprint champion on several occasions. He was a supporter of Norwich City Football club, and on one occasion while he was at college went as far as cycling from Manchester to Liverpool to watch them play at Anfield. He enjoyed following sport all his life and in particular athletics. He took great pleasure when his son George ran for Tynedale Harriers and Northumberland at a junior level travelling the county supporting him.
He had a keen intellect. He went to Thetford Grammar School, where he developed a keen interest in history, which passed onto his son Paul along with a clear understanding of the fundamentals of maths and Science. In the late 1950s he went to Salford Technical College (now The University of Salford) to study Electrical Engineering, and was inspired by some of the early pioneers of modern electronics and technology who taught him. He worked with some of the early computers and he passed this inspiration on to Paul who now works in Computing. It was during this period that he met his future wife, Olive.
After graduating he had a career as a Sales Engineer, negotiating multi-million pound contracts for British Engineering Firms such as Marconi, Hawker Sydney and Rolls Royce, travelling to Europe, Africa, the Caribbean, and the Far East. Derek was especially fond of Thailand, and loved the friendly and relaxed atmosphere of the country. He briefly visited during his working life but went there on holiday after his retirement taking time to visit old friends he had made on business as well as exploring the country more fully.
He had a good tenor voice and a great love of a wide variety of music, in particular jazz. He enjoyed singing and was a member of Hexham Male Voice choir for many years. He took part in a performance at the Sage in 2010.
Despite separating from Olive, in the early 2000s, he remained very supportive of her, Paul and George. He helped to make Paulās wedding to Rachel in 2006 a harmonious and happy day. Shortly after he became a proud grandfather in 2007 when Evelyn was born to Paul and Rachel and again in 2009 when they had Henry. He admired both childrenās strong spirit, and was especially looking forward to teaching Henry how to play football.
He spent the last years of his life in Collingwood Court in Marlborough Park. Here he made many good friends. Derek served on the residentās committee and he was particularly proud that of the improvements that he and his fellow committee members were able to make during the time he was on it. Paul was especially touched when Derekās neighbour Bobby said of him āHe always has time for anyone, is a complete gentleman and has done so much for others as a committee memberā.
He will be greatly missed by all of us.”

