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Surfing Wood

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Whoa!.”

What’s the most surreal experience you’ve ever had?

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This post is one that some will not agree with. Some will not condone the circumstances in which this story came about. I ask anyone reading to do so with an open mind, and remember that everyone is free to learn and live as they please.

The location was the scene of a boys holiday to the white isle. Ibiza, peak weather, prime time for headliners and the best bunch of mates a guy could ask for. One week. We had one week away fro reality and one week to make the most of it.

Tuesdays brought a unique all day experience. Pucka up boat cruises ran from the marina in San Antonio for 3-4 hours. Lots of great music, great people and alcohol. Oh yea, there was also water and waves. This is a key thing to remember.

We stood at the back of the boat, onto of what I think was two very large fridges. We were in line with the DJ, dancing over the packed crowd. The same crowd that after sun down would all descend on one of the biggest nights in Ibiza.

I don’t know what time we arrived at Space. Dubfire were playing, i remember that much. We had plenty of pre drinks on the boat party for the last four hours, and the atmosphere and general mood was one of the best I can remember. We were buzzing, the holidays was approaching its very peak.

We like 90% of the club, couldn’t accept the €15 per Budweiser, or €20 per vodka priceless. Not when something stronger was gong for €10. Bottles of water were €10 as well.

Dubfire were approaching the end of their set, “Emissions” was playing. Most of the our group were already €10 lighter, as was their legs and levels of consciousness. Emissions was bang in the middle, that really good bit that makes your feet go.

I looked up to admire the DJ, but all I seen was the floor, a wooden floor, roaring towards me like a wave. So I jumped, turned side on, put my hands to either side, and began to surf. I genuinely rode those waves like a pro. Then they seemed to settle and the volume of the crowd shot up, as if the DJ controlled them with his set of Pioneers.

Carl Cox began his set. It was a thing of beauty.

We all danced, two stepped, moved forward moved back. One of the boys was being held up by two girls we had met a few nights before, and they were found it as hilarious as he did. One of the boys came right up into my face, he looked straight at me, he appeared totally sober. Then he touched my side and said “Tig”. He ran off.. into the crowd. I didn’t chase after him.

Instead I fixated on another of our group, through the crowd, looking like he had gotten lucky. He was chatting someone up.I moved to see who, but still couldn’t see her. I moved round the group. There is a few columns in the lower part of the club, one of which was blocking my view of my mates apparent pull.

I walked up subtly, and I began to laugh. I mean laugh, like never before. There was no girl. There was no-one. At least to me.

To him there was someone. I don’t know who, but someone. He was in deep conversation with this person, someone I clearly couldn’t see. I moved back into he crowd. I looked up to the centre of the balcony. It was busy, a tight squeeze at the front. I seen a few people looking down at their sides and moving out of the way. Then a head popped through, about waste height. It was my other mate, the one caught up in a game of Tig/Hide and Seek.

Then, suddenly i felt tired, my legs slowed and everything slowed down. Its like that moment in a club where time reaches just before closing, and you can see those who have sobered up and are ready for home. One of the lads came over to me and advised it was time to go. I asked why “were only here and hour or two”. He looked at me and dropped a smile. Make that six, nearly seven.

Nearly Seven hours had passed since we walked into space that night. I swear seven hours were eaten into two. I couldn’t believe it. We headed for the bus back into San Antonio.

We were back, lying on the beach near “the egg”. One of the boys popped up, “look ! over there .. The Smurfs ! ”

I turned slowly clearly assuming another joke or at most a hallucination. But there they were. five or six blue Smurfs walking along the waterside. Hold on.. they were real. Just a few lads dressed up. That sobered us completely. We headed home.

Thats only a small version of the story of that night. But talk about a surreal experience, however artificial, that was one I will always remember.

Whether you agree with our choices that night ( and many after ), I cannot regret the wonderful memories that resulted. Thats what life is all about.

Blo88er

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A list of Maybe. A list of Maybe Not

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In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Third From the Top.”

Head to “Blogs I Follow” in the Reader. Scroll down to the third post in the list. Take the third sentence in the post, and work it into your own.

The sentence I landed on came from –  https://teenontheinternet.wordpress.com

“I’m not sure if this will happen.”.

This one got me thinking.. about all the things I would like to see in my future, however realistic, however silly, all possibilities.

I get married next year, and following that I like most would love to have kids. I like most would also like that promotion at work, which would see m and my family comfortable and financially stable. But I am to thinking about those type of possibilities, I wont want to be that serious. What are the little things that would just provide little moments of delight.

1. I would love to see Celtic football club win a European trophy again. I remember the UEFA cup final, I hear all about the Lisbon Lions, but I would love to watch my team lift a european trophy once again.

2. Perform in front of a crowd. I am a keen guitar player, and I also sing from time to time. I am likely nothing more than average, but to perform in front of a crowd, and have them enjoy it, would be a wonderful buzz for me. Im not sure I will ever be ready for this however.

3. Travel. I want my soon to be wife and I to travel a little. We have been on holidays together, and I have been on boys holidays before that, but I mean proper travel. Tic of the top places on our list that we would love to see. I picture visiting Rome and seeing the coliseum, picturing it at the time of the roman empire. I picture Greece, in the time of those ancient philosophers I read everyday.

I think of dining in Paris under the fireworks, and looking down agin only to be in New York for new year or St Patricks day.

4. I long for the day I get to wait for my dad outside his work, leaving for the last time, off to a life of retirement.

5. I long to play Football ( Soccer) in front of a stadium of people again. ( this one is already scheduled )

6. I tend to keep a journal. I write an everyday account of my life, but I also write down my thoughts on current affairs and philosophical ideas that I have. I find the ideas help me approach life the right way. I  picture someone finding my journal, many years after my death, and finding it insightful. I want the reader to pass it on to another, and hope that this opens their minds to my way of approaching life and can in any small way effect their life.

7. At the end. I want people to have enjoyed my company, having felt that I was always trustworthy and a person to rely on. I would like people to think I lived my life in the right way.

These are all just thought, maybe one day realities. These are just some of the things, that if lived, would be little extra memories or legacies that I hope in some way would have made my life matter, even if just to me and those I hold close.

Blo88er

Three doors – Suggestions?

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Just a Dream.”

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“You’re having a nightmare, and have to choose between three doors. Pick one, and tell us about what you find on the other side.”..

For this one I don’t want to suggest the three doors and what lies behind them. I would like others to suggest what may lie behind the three doors I have to choose from. So please, make a suggestion and I will answer as open and truthfully as I can.

Blo88er

Time Capsule

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Time Capsule.”

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Tonight I got some exciting news. My uncle attended a big business dinner at the home ground of our favourite football (soccer) club. A business dinner, involving all the players and managers past and present. He went to network for his business, and create new opportunities as they continue to grow. He’s a greatly sociable man, a characteristic which I much respect and have learned from him.

As part of the night the club put on a bid, auction and other usual charity orientated giveaways. One of which was a bid, for the chance to walk out and play a game in the home stadium, wearing the teams colours with your name on the back and play in front of a crowd of supporters, amongst some legends. He quickly accepted that he was too old for this and that his knees wouldn’t last but quickly his thoughts turned to me, still playing the game, still young enough to participate.

He visited me tonight, and confirmed thatI will be lining up in this years fixture, walking out in our beautiful stadium, with its wonderful history. Its truly a once in a lifetime opportunity. It something I will no doubt talk about into my dying days.

Therefore, I would like to hold off in planting my time capsule. Until this day has gone, and the photos and videos have been taken. Until I can write and share stories about the time I walked out and lived this dream, shared by so many.

Thats something I would like the generations in our family yet to come, to hear about, read about and imagine.

I simply cannot wait.

Blo88er

Cash Control

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Think Global, Act Local.”

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One thing that has always fascinated me is that the whole world is controlled by money. They estimate there is around $60 Trillion in the world, which is as we all know, not split anywhere near fairly across the globe.

Many countries struggle through poverty, unable to feed its people, never mind provide them with homes and health care. Even in some of the worlds wealthier countries there are still people who live in a level of poverty, unable to keep up with the rest of societies income, meaning they struggle to have any standard of life or support their families.

There does have to be a hierarchy, that I can understand. In order for currency to work, not everyone can have an even share, or there would be no point in it. However, what I can’t comprehend is how this hierarchy is structured.

I work with extremely hard working people everyday. People that the our business relies on. I see the stress of their day to day roles, all to pay a few bills and afford to eat. They basically break even every month.

Then you have sports stars, whom I have no doubt train hard, and many of which are wonderfully talented. However, some of the people I work with also play those sports, and after a long shift in work spend hours training hard. But we pay these stars, small fortunes, every week. The average Barclays Premier League footballer earns £30,000. Thats per week.

On average an NBA player makes $5.15million per year.

The part of this I cannot understand is that in the modern day world, we have new medications, we have an almost unlimited source of food, yet there are people in some developed countries who still struggle to afford these most basic of resources.

As many of us are aware that there are about 1 billion children in the world living in poverty.

If you walked down your local high street today, and you seen a young child lying on the side of the road, cold and hungry, to the extent that they were clinging on to life, would you just walk past and leave them sitting, even though you are in a perfect position to help them ?.

I don’t think many people would.

Let change the scenario. A friend has just arrived at your house and tells you, “apparently there is a young child out there, cold, hungry and in a very bad way”. Would you just close the door behind them and forget about this.

I don’t think many people would.

But we do. We all do. Every single day. We all know the kid exists. The only difference is that they are not sitting on a street near our homes.

The world has food, it has medication, but it refuses to provide this because of money, because of worth. We have replaced the worth of human life, with our own place in the hierarchy. We have the medication to help so many of these people, but we don’t. We have put ourselves in this position, one which is so very difficult to get out of.

im not going to tell you to go and give lots of money to charity. I’m as guilty as anyone for buying something I don’t really need instead of giving that money to make a real difference. But think about this. We simply refuse to help. That tells us something very important about our society.

Blo88er

Recent Read – The Humans

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I recently finished reading “The Humans” by Matt Haig. In the beginning.. I didn’t like it.. I read what the book was about, I got an idea in my head of what I wanted the book to be like, and out of its 294 pages, the first 270 odd never done it for me. I continued to read in the hope the book would pick up.

The plot is based around a man named Prof Andrew Martin, whom after an incident one evening, finds himself no longer enjoying and accepting basic human life, but instead struggling to comprehend how and why we live. Therefore he starts to view our world as if as an alien, having never experienced our world first hand..

I felt at times as if I had picked up a book that had been incorrectly placed in the adults section of Waterstones book shop.

However, around page 271, near the end of the book, Prof Martin lists, all the things he has learned about human life since that peculiar night and it is at this point the book finally started to meet my expectation. I finally found some food for thought.

He questions everything – and advised we should too, in point number 6.

“Be curious, question everything. A present fact is a future fiction”. He then goes on to do so..

At one stage in the book he considers the mathematical probability of human existence, before the big bang (or any other possible theory of our existence). This is one of my favourite lines in the book, point 13 –

“You shouldn’t have been born, Your existence is close to impossible as can be. To dismiss the impossible is to dismiss yourself.”

Its something to think about. The odds of us existing are near impossible, so why do we so easily dismiss other things because we have been told they are also near impossible.

Another point the Prof raised is point 14.

On Average ” your life will have 25,000 days in it. Make sure you remember some of them.”

Think quickly now, of the days you have lived so far, how many can you remember and for what reason. Eliminate the bad ones, and the reasons you have for remembering these days, is how you want to try and live moving forward. The more days you can remember the better your life may have been.

Another suggestion, that is relevant to so many people I meet on a daily basis is that in point 15.

“The road to snobbery is the road to misery, and Vice Versa”.. This one is self explanatory.

One of my favourites is point 29.

“If there is a sunset, stop and look at it. Knowledge is finite. Wonder is infinite.”

Remember to live, and don’t mis the opportunity to experience real life. This leads to point 46.

” Things you don’t need to live – books, art, wine, cinema and so on – are the things you need to live“.

Things that truly have the ability to make us happy are a key theme of this list, and this is put quite bluntly in point 66.

“As a black hole forms it creates an immense gamma-ray burst, blinding whole galaxies with light and destroying millions of worlds. You could disappear at any second. This one, Or this one. Or this one. Make sure as often as possible, you are doing something you’d be happy to die doing.”

I think this one is important, because I think its human nature, to take on heavy workload, to get caught up in things like our work, in which we forget that thats all they are. They are not our entire life, they are but a small part of a very, very long lifetime, they should only be treated as such. Remember whats most important, and give your time to it.

I think point 77 appears random, but when you think about it, its important in current times, and links with the points above

“When you watch the news and see members of your species in turmoil, do not think there is nothing you can do. But know that it is not done by watching the news.” Again, this one explains itself.

In the end I was relieved that I made the decision to finish this book. Matt Haig brings about some philosophical thoughts come the end of the novel, which is exactly what I had been looking for. There are 97 in the list, most relating to an experience from the story itself. It wasn’t until I got until the end, I realised what I had been reading. The books is kind of like an outsiders guide to basic human life and existence. Not to complex and in most parts not over simplified. Just enough to get you thinking, and to start valuing the things that matter…

In the end .. I kind of loved it.

Blo88er

An Extreme Tale

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “An Extreme Tale.”

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“it was the best of times, it was the worst of times” – when did this last reflect your life.

It would be easy to use your first experience of love and heartache in response to this prompt, but I don’t want easy, nor do i want to bore readers with my everyday love story.

I would say my approach to this one is slightly lighter hearted than many other will respond. As the “worst of times” I am going to describe are by no means the hardest you will read about, nor that I have experienced but certainly not the nicest.

University.. so many have been there, so many have done it, and not every walked away with the t-shirt. Luckily I did, I got the Hons Degree.. that what you go for right ?.

In my case, wrong. I went to university because I left school without any idea what i wanted to do with my life. My parents, more so my mum, suggested Uni, saying that I would love it, theres a great social aspect, you are developing and working towards something.

My degree isn’t one of the best in the country, far from it, I don’t even work in the industry just now, however, the people I met, and the lessons I learned, most certainly were some of the best. No other course that we shared classes with or came to know were as close as ours, we took on the student life as a group, we never missed a night out and we had no problems skipping a class or two if it meant getting together and having a laugh and a drink.

Some of the people, became couples, some best friends. We laughed together, we cried together, we went abroad together, we went to funerals together, we were close.

I lived at home through my Uni days, but it became a second home. Many of my Uni group relocated to the city for University so had student accommodation ( now theres something I could tell stories about) , so we all tended to stay there most of the week.

We sacrificed real meals for super noodles because it meant we could afford nights out together. They truly were the best times of my life. We were living a dream and yes eventually we had to work both to afford the lifestyle and to achieve our degrees, but the thought of four years of this was a welcomed one.

But we forgot, overlooked one thing. It would all end. Eventually there would be nominee classes, no more flat parties, no more leaving parties at 8am to go to lectures. The course was finished and exams were sat. The rent had been paid, and it was time to go home for most.

Some disappeared , off the radar, not to be heard from regular enough to know about their lives. It is a sad thought, that we can’t still call a night out on the same day, or skip work to get a train down to the beach in summer.

I still work in the city, and walk through it every night after work. I see groups of students filling bars, filling our shoes. Its both the most wonderful of memory, but most horrible of thoughts, that we can never go back to those simple times again. Those days are over.

Thats why those are both the best times I have had, and also the worst.

I urge all that are about to embark on the university journey, to do it right, to do it hard and do not regret missing out on anything. It is truly the most incredible few years of a very long and up and down life. Live it !

Blo88er

The Best Advice

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Not for Thee.”

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“What is the best piece of advice that you have been given, that you would not give to others. Why would this not work for other people.”

I suppose one of the best pieces of advice I have ever received, I actually understood overtime. I spent a lot of time with my Gran when I was growing up, she took me to school, she picked me up after school, she fed me dinner and helped me with my homework. As I got older she would still drive me around, she would lend me money in slightly difficult times ( as a student 😉 ) and really was and still as the ultimate gran.

Through all of the mini adventures and times I have spent with my Gran, I have had great times and like everyone I have been faced with disappointment, heartbreak, and all those other horrible negatively descriptive words. Overtime I felt I had failed whether it be in an exam or with the most popular girl in school, my gran would always offer me the one, solid piece of advice. One saying that can be made to suite any time that an opportunity would pass you by… “Whats for you, Wont go by you”.

As a youngster, it was just so olden day saying, it didn’t apply to me not getting the lead part in the school play, or that i never scored the winning goal at lunch time football (jackets down, fly away ball out). Or at least I never thought it did.

Then I got older, I got a part as Danny in “Grease” the yearly school play. I got older again and signed for the local football club that everyone aspired to play for, jeez I even made it to the Scottish Cup final ( the Champions league final of my level). We lost, and it was the most horrible feeling I had felt in a very long time. But one thought came to mind.. one look into the crowded stadium stand and there she was… Whats for you won’t go by passed through my mind. It wasn’t to be, and I convinced myself I would get another chance at it one day. We did ..

Once I reached adulthood I started to consider the saying as it passed through my mind.. it had never done me wrong. If something doesn’t work out, it wasn’t meant to be, and I believe there is a reason for that. You didn’t get that job, because there was another job out there better for you, your relationship ended, because you weren’t ready for it at that time in your life, and one day you will realise that. That way of thinking in negative circumstances, has never failed me, heck, I even have it tattooed on my body.

I supposed the advice itself sprouted a way of thinking positively and allowed me to deal with things in a mature way.

I don’t know if this advice would be for everyone though. One reason being, that some are lazy. The saying is not an excuse. It doesn’t mean that for example, you don’t have to go out and work and find that perfect job, because if its for you it will find you. Some people live to this idea, and so many opportunities pass them without them even realising it.

Another reason would be that people who think about this and see it as a reason to take risks. Risks with there relationships or at work, as if its for you, you will get away with it.

I suppose it comes down to fate. Do you believe in fate? I do. But it believe that we still need to work hard, try hard and give it everything we’ve got. Yes, you can argue if its fate it was always going to happen.. but through these efforts we learn so many important lessons.

Life is about these experiences and the lessons and wisdom we learn from them. Thats what my gran taught me. Im not sure this is what she set out to teach me or if she even fully believes in the saying herself. But thats the advice that sticks with me, and thats the advice thats had the biggest contribution to how I approach life.

Thanks for Reading.

Blo88er