Football: Sport, not Career.

Football. A sport in my opinion, not a job. Over the last 24 months the UK economy took a drastic turn for the worse, resulting in thousands and thousands of people being made redundant, YET "the average Premiership footballer earns £676,000" and even more shockingly, strikers earn £806,000! Why are we wasting this money when our country is in turmoil??? People complain about the worsening services of the NHS yet thousands of pounds are wasted on middle-aged men who kick a ball around!

For the price of one premier footballer we could pay for 20 doctors. Now let's put this into perspective. Who is more useful in these circumstances:
1. You've had a heart attack?
2. You've broken a bone?
3. You've got a nasty burn?
4. You need surgery?
5. You need a hip replacement?
6. You need your appendix removing?
That's right A DOCTOR! Not a pointless, purposeless footballer! It is beyond outrageous that our money is being wasted on footballers! No one needs footballers! Therefore, SORT OUT OUR COUNTRY!

Words for thought.

August: A month of articles

Dear Readers,

When considering to write articles to add to the variety of my blog, I somehow became a victim of that ghastly thing called "Writers' Block". And trust me it isn't very pleasant! One's mind suddenly comes to an unexpected halt where any thoughts of intellect, brilliance or even obscurity seemed to have vanished. So I gave it a bit of thought and decided on several topics that I definitely do not want to write about, because let's face it they're not in the slightest bit riveting. Such as Global Warming! It is said that the Earth is getting drastically warmer yet it's always cold in England! I therefore hope that you carry on to explore my blog, with its pictures, photos, poems and now perhaps some interesting articles.

CW.

Cats' Eyes

Just A Little, Shiny Teapot

At the Station

Just waiting at the station,
No anticipation,
No excitement.
No gumption.
No spirit.
The train's not arriving on time.
Like life with delays,
And endless rainy days,
Is this a sign?


(Dear Readers, A picture will be on its way shortly)

Your Blue Eyes

One day I met this little friend of mine,
And since my life has never been the same.
With those eyes, I am hypnotised,
The magic I can't even begin to explain.

His blue eyes fill my heart,
He takes my breath away,
Perfection in a human form,
In every single way.

I love your blue eyes, blue eyes, blue eyes.

Under the Willow Tree