Saturday, 30 September 2017

BARTESTREE FC 3-0 LEAMINGTON HIBS: LINK TO GAME HIGHLIGHTS MOVIE...



ACROSS THE CAR-PARK...

£3 = EITHER ENTRANCE + PROGRAMME...
...OR PERHAPS, THRILLINGLY, ER, A BADGE...

IT'S MARC ANDRE TER BODGEN OF BARCELONA BADGERS FC...

IT'S AUTUMN THEN...

A SIGN INSTRUCTED PLAYERS/SPECTATORS TO USE A GATE, NOT TO ATTEMPT TO CLIMB THROUGH THE HEDGE TO RETRIEVE BALLS.
WHO'D WANT TO?

THOSE DUGOUTS COULD WIN THE TURNER PRIZE FOR ART...

BROOKSY WAS RIGHT: I DIDN'T NEED MY UMBRELLA...

YOU CAN'T BEAT CLEAR SIGNAGE...

A BARTESTREE PLAYER CARRIES AN IMAGINARY PINT ONTO THE FIELD...

OMG! IT'S EX-COVENTRY UNITED MIDFIELDER DAN LUCAS....

MASKING THE MALVERNS...

NEAT...

SCARY FROM HERE THOUGH...

BIRMINGHAM: A MOONLIGHT FLIT...

Did You Hear We Are Leaving Birmingham?



Unable to pay the rent, a hurried family vacates 
Its home under cover of the night’s foul dark,
Once the invasive streetlights have been doused,
And stealing away between looming tenements stark:
Leaving Birmingham in a moonlight flit…

The sturdy buildings rise, the folks seem insignificant,
Yet they must feel like they are taking centre-stage;
Nowhere to go maybe, embarrassed, distraught,
Symptomatic of a bygone age:
Leaving Birmingham in a moonlight flit…

In seeming obeisance the wife leans beneath a crib,
In likely shame the husband lugs a grandfather clock
Which reveals and strikes the time of the night
And places his family’s predicament firmly in the dock:
Leaving Birmingham in a moonlight flit…

A tray is ludicrously tied to the pack-dog’s tail,
For like the cat, the pooch is used for carrying;
The son grapples with a table, a caged bird hangs from a besom broom, 
For they’re escaping the bailiffs and there’s no point in tarrying:
Leaving Birmingham in a moonlight flit…

There’s a box and baskets, even a chair on the bairn’s pram,
There’s a cupboard, a carpet-bag and a kettle is clutched by the woman in fear;
This unfortunate family of perhaps a clerk in a suit
Is leaving Birmingham, did you hear?
In a desperate, shaming, horrifying moonlight flit… 

Pete Ray
September 2017

A Cynicus postcard, posted in 1911, from the Mary B Harding book ‘Comic and Novelty Postcards of Birmingham’, published by Maxam…

I liked this image… 
  

  

Friday, 29 September 2017

MOUSEHOLE, GULLS AT 2 O'CLOCK: A POEM...

Gulls At Two O’Clock…

Slashes of russet
Dappled once glimmering windows,
Like mud-splattered visors
Of scramblers’ helmets
From halcyon ‘Grandstand’ motocross days;
Smears of umber
Daubed once white plaster,
Like stain-spattered suits
Of would-be soldiers
From contemporary paint-balling bonding 
affrays;
Splodges of brown
Stained once pristine vehicles:
Just gravity-spluttered droppings
Of victimised gulls
From harbour’s scavenging bombers’ displays…

Pete Ray

Ugly brown stains amused me in Mousehole. On windows, like Vic Eastwood’s helmet in the 1960s, on plaster, like paintball damage and on cars. 

Interested me… 











HARBORNE, BIRMINGHAM, THE LOCAL TRAIN, 1906: A NEW POEM...

Harborne: Our Local Express…



The Harborne Express seems exceptionally sluggish,
Despite the ass, the manpower and the steam;
The coerced donkey pulls at the front of the train,
Whilst women make up the shoving team…

A flag is raised to warn of the danger of speed,
At which the signals laugh like a carrion crow;
The signal man snorts and dozes inside his box
And the driver’s copper kettle boils on the go…

The furnace is gusted by a pair of billows,
The stoker pushes down on a punting pole;
Chaps reading newspapers sit unruffled and still
But the exertions of the pushers are taking their toll…

Fellows’ pipe-smoke is surely more powerful 
Than the steam from the engine’s funnel;
The coal fuel still fills the stoker’s tender
But the readers will be compromised in a tunnel… 

A lounging rail worker sucks on his pipe,
Yet he probably doesn’t have a ticket;
The Harborne ‘Express’ is so painfully sedate,
That the crew plays a slow game of cricket…

Pete Ray
September 2017 

Another Cynicus postcard which was actually posted in 1906, being sarcastic about the speed of the Harborne train in Birmingham…


This image is from the Maxam published book, written by Mary B Harding: ‘Comic and Novelty Postcards of Birmingham’…

PORTH CHAPEL BEACH, CORNWALL: A POEM...



Porth Chapel Sea-Bat

White sea-bat rises menacingly;
Wings threatening,
Lifting
And towering
Over retreating surf,
Spewing weed and maritime driftwood,
Like chaff thrown into the wind.

Foaming predator swoops hungrily;
Wingspan massive,
Oppressive,
Aggressive
On passive prey,
Devouring effluent and human flotsam,
Like invaders purge, undisciplined…

Pete Ray


Fantastic, wing-like creature powered a butterfly-type stroke to slash onto Porth Chapel beach, West Cornwall.











Thursday, 28 September 2017

OUR VILLAGE, HANDSWORTH: A NEW POEM...



Our Village: Handsworth…

A drunk leaves the inn, his face flushed and red,
Escaping The Golden Fleas rife in his bed;
The publican’s wife from a window is leaning,
With no apparent urge to complete the cleaning…

The inn’s sign hangs like its depicted sheep,
Scrawny cats upon rooftops tentatively creep;
Lingering on doorsteps are Brum's gossiping wives,
As tall, thin chimney stacks peer down on their lives…

A sweep peers with interest into a chimney to seek
His scrabbling lad, soot smothered on cheek;
A collapsed inebriated ne’er-do-well sleeps in the street
And inquisitive pigs roam like cops on the beat…

Attic windows are open, women’s heads are revealed,
A funeral carriage disappears, its corpse’s fate sealed;
The church tower rises but fails to inspire,
As birds perch along lengths of telegraph wire…

A barefoot girl wears a skirt, creased and loose
Which attracts the attention of a recalcitrant goose;
A child takes a ride upon a cow, plainly formidable,
Its crumpled horns twisted wildly and oddly risible…

The fowl appear not to have fouled in the street,
Where there’s no trash, no traffic, no CCTV discreet;
A white cat watches this scene of Handsworth culture
But on the nearby stripped sapling, could that be a vulture?

The ‘Hole’ of one house is to let apparently,
Yet is Birmingham’s spelling much improved currently?
A girl peruses a poster hinting on the way one should dress,
Wearing shawl, stockings and clogs which appear quite distressed…

A man in a top hat plays a woodwind tune,
Affecting a dog which howls at the moon;
Yet surely the pump on the corner really oughta
Dispense not cow’s milk but drinking water?

Folks carry pails to this milk pump, which is operated
By the tail of a cow, as clearly illustrated;
Another loose goose laps up the wasted spillage,
On this ‘Wish You Were Here’ postcard from Handsworth Village…

Pete Ray
September 2017

Looking at a postcard once created about Birmingham’s Handsworth village which appears in Mary B Harding’s book, ‘Comic and Novelty Postcards of Birmingham’, published by Maxam.

The postcard was originally published by Cynicus and used postally in 1907…

All Brummie life is here…




POLPERRO, 1917...

Polperro, 1917

No delivery vans seen edging down narrow streets,
Their tyres rubbing hard on gaudy yellow lines;
No tawdry souvenir shops, or lucky piskies to be sold,
No chip shops frying, no cluttering road signs…

No bed and breakfast hostelries, no vintage tea-rooms,
No swarms of tourists, no parking restrictions;
No discarded bottles or fast food containers,
No mobile phone alerts or notifications…

Just a group of children, a parity of souls…
Fishing for crabs? A photographer’s pose?
Obligatory caps on the heads of the lads,
Tough old boots and clothes fit for purpose…

A working village during the First World War,
Its clusters of buildings lie gloomily stark;
Opaque harbour water resists reflective light,
Varnished moored vessels lie vacant and dark…

Polperro has risen on a damp, dank morning,
With no visitors to cater for, no need to impress;
No make-up daubed, no facelift necessary,
For the village has only its survival to address…

Pete Ray
September 2017

100 years on, this image, taken by Cecil Bostock, made me think…




Wednesday, 27 September 2017

BARTESTREE FC v LEAMINGTON HIBS: MATCH PREVIEW...

Bartestree FC v Leamington Hibs: Match Preview…

My first but long overdue visit to Bartestree FC on Saturday afternoon for a Midland League Division 3 game v Leamington Hibs looks like being 90 minutes beneath an umbrella in Herefordshire…



The hosts currently lie 3rd in the league, their first in the Midland League after transferring from the West Midlands League. They have won 4 of 5 league games, losing only their first match at Boldmere by a single goal. Their goal difference is +10, scoring 15 and conceding only 5. Since the Boldmere game they have won two home games, 4-1 v Coventrians and 5-2 v Enville, before winning 1-4 at Continental Star and then 0-2 at Castle Vale Town.

Top scorers overall, including cup competitions is LOUIS MANN with 6 goals, followed by MILES LANGFORD with 4.
LOUIS MANN...

Guests Leamington Hibs lie next to bottom in the league table, with only the pointless Castle Vale below them. They have drawn two of their 5 league matches so far and lost the other 3. Their goal difference is -15, scoring 7 and conceding 22. Oddly, Hibs drew their opening two games, 0-0 at home v Enville then 2-2 v Inkberrow but sadly they lost the next 3 encounters: 2-3 at home v Alcester, 12-0 at FC Stratford and 3-5 at home v Boldmere.

The leading overall scorers for Hibs are AINSLEY FRANCIS with 3, followed by both MIKE JONES & DAN LUCAS with 2.   

Coverage of the game, as long as the weather doesn’t interfere too much will be at 



from Sunday morning onwards…