Category Archives: Myths and Legends

Thought For Today ~Dreams

All men dream, but not equally.
Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds, wake in the day to find that it was vanity;
But the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act on their dreams with open eyes, to make them possible.

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalknet

and some dreams are but nightmares

Random Jottings ~ Dreams

her dream road trip didn’t turn out so well

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don’t ask what your dreams mean

you don’t want to know

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nothing happens until we dream it

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woman is a creation of dreams and desires

not a creation of wants and needs

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she dreamed of finding the perfect lover

and then she bought one

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OH GOD! she exclaimed

then she realised it was just a hot wet dream

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real life is both a bad dream and a nightmare

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

the future belongs to women who follow their dreams

 

Men Don’t Do Relationships

women need and desire to be cherished, understood, loved
men want sex

Men evolved as solitary hunters, and their main contribution to the human race was the ability to hit a moving target so that everybody could eat.  Sometimes several men from the same tribe gathered together as a cooperative team so they could kill something bigger so that more people could eat.

Any woman reading that will immediately see where the male fascination with sports comes from.  Sports are all about the ability of one man to hit a moving target, often with the help of the other players on his team.  Cricket, baseball, football, basketball ~ lady, you name it and it’s the same thing ~ personal responsibility, hand-eye coordination, spacial awareness, calmness under pressure, hitting a moving target, instant gratification, win / lose.  And it comes from tens of thousands of years of evolution.

This is one reason why men like to wear uniforms, hats, colours, insignia that indicates their personal competence and membership of a successful team.  Teams are not discussion groups, a sports team is really a hunting and killing machine.  Every man feels that he is perfectly capable of solving his own problems and does not see any reason to talk about them with anybody else; up to and including you.  This is the reason a man will never ask for directions ~ real men do not use in-car satellite navigation because the damn woman keeps on offering advice.

Nowhere in there does it say anything about feelings, discussion, emotion, nurturing, understanding, socialising, and asking for help.  Men are not wired to discuss, listen, feel, accept, empathise, or talk just for the sake of talking.  Most of the time when a woman really wants her guy to show some empathy and understanding what he will do is offer her a solution.  He thinks he is being caring and loving by solving her problems, and she knows he is being uncaring and indifferent, trivialising her feelings by not listening to her.

Actually most good men try to listen to their lady, but what he hears is the blah blah blah of moaning, nagging, complaining, and talking just for the sake of talking.

When men do talk it’s usually in a language women do not easily understand; either because it’s technical or it sounds like monosyllabic grunting.

A woman may dream of and desire a perfect man, but smart women know that ‘perfect man’ is an oxymoron.  In many ways her perfect man would be gay, or at least metrosexual ~ and what real woman would want that?

Real men just don’t do non-sexual relationships ~ unless they are prepared to try, try, and try again.

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

Marmaduke is a male bear

he likes sitting all by himself

thinking about nothing much

Tunes on Tuesday ~ Travolta Strut

strut your stuff down main street

Another part of my morning routine, learning the ultra cool swaggering walk, aka the Travolta Strut.  I have this nailed, lots better than some Zebra.

You can tell by the way I use my walk that I’m a woman’s man.

Stayin’ alive ~ more than only just.

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

don’t try that walk if you’re a woman

it will make you look like a hooker

 

Captain Sir Tom Moore ~ Rest In Peace

it is the hero’s glittering heart that fights the fight

Amid these dark days one old war hero decided to try to do something for England, Home, and Beauty.

Ninety-nine years old, Captain Tom Moore set off walking laps of his own garden to try and raise a little money for our National Health Service.  He thought his efforts could possibly raise a hundred pounds.

His efforts, his humility and dogged good humour caught the public attention.  Perhaps none of us could be as good as this little old soldier, but we could contribute to his cause.  When it was all added up, Captain Tom raised £38.9 million for the National Health Service.

Along the way he celebrated his 100th birthday, was knighted by the queen, and awarded an Honorary Colonelcy of the Army Foundation College.

He passed away on Tuesday February 2nd 2021 from pneumonia and complications from the coronavirus.

We shall not mourn him, nor shall his memory die.

Least We Forget

Lazy Sunday Music

lazy Sunday afternoon
I’ve got no mind to worry
I close my eyes and drift away

Quite suddenly I’ve some to believe that there are some songs an English Gentleman shouldn’t play of a Sunday afternoon, and some others that perfectly fit the Sabbath.  Ergo, this is the first of what is going to be a regular feature on this here blog.  Little Star by Madonna.  This is for a very close friend.

I don’t expect you to completely agree with me.

But then an Englishman never gives a hoot for another person’s opinions.

These days I’m more Californian, cosmopolitan, transatlantic, edgy, than died-in-the-wool, stuffy, staid English Gentleman

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

and I have no plans to amputate my ear

Arc Troubles

it wasn’t raining until Noah built the arc

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Noah though he could fix the arc

with just a phillips screwdriver

the geese disagreed

 

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with thanks to Paula Light for the phillips, thought, geese prompt

jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

Canada Geese, the golfers least favourite bird

Tunes on Tuesday ~ 1960s TV Dance

there’s nothing sexier than a 1960s TV star ~ maybe

Perhaps I’ve gone overboard on dance compilations today, but being a child of the sixties these clips bring back some memories.

Anyway I can dance a lot better than anyone and everyone in this compilation.

(Except Dick Van Dyke)

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

1967 Plymouth Barracuda

426 cu in (7.)L0 HEMI V8

Monochrome Monday ~ Castles

even castles become ruins eventually

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

some dreams are nightmares

Lockdown Day 300

the end of civilisation as we know it?

Here in England it’s the 300th day of lockdown, quarantine, and self-isolation.  The economy has tanked, officially there are 1.9 million unemployed, and about 5.5 million are on unproductive furlough.  About half the UK workforce, some 14 million people, are ‘working from home’.  You can’t get a non-coronavirus doctor’s appointment for love nor money, some 4.6 million people are waiting for ‘non-emergency’ surgical procedures, 600,000 cervical smears have been cancelled, and our National Health Service is said to be close to meltdown.

I have no faith in any of these numbers, just as I have no faith in the ability of the British Government to act sensibly in the face of the ‘COVID-19 pandemic’.

If you’re interested, I’ve been feeling like crap for weeks.

Mind how you go.

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk,net

immunisation, the great hope for freedom?

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