the poems of nasty nick

A couple of poems by 'Nasty' Nick (D.C Nicholson), 'The Woods At Rollencourt' and 'Dole'. He's a fellow l have known for a few years in the pub, and trust me - he's the last person you would expect to be writing poems. However, l got to talking to him about poetry ages ago (as you do) and he gave me some of his that l said l would put up on my blog at some stage.  It's only taken me about two years to get around to it, and there are more to follow, which l will try not to leave so long before sticking them up.

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killer and gran torino

Ticked off two more films today, the newish Clint Eastwood one (2008), and a 1996 film based on a journal by Carl Panzram, a killer who was hanged in 1930.

Both were OK, the Clint one was better, but not too sure about all the racism in it and the message it is trying to put across (even a grumpy old racist can have a heart of gold?). The killer one also had a message that a nasty murderer could have been a nice person if he had been given the chance (or a different backstory).

I actually agree with both points, but just think it was not presented in a believable way.

I have got to get round to putting Nasty Nick's poems up. He is an example of someone who comes across as a nasty racist, but has a soft spot somewhere (it's just hard to find!)

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putting the hours in

Oh what a gay day I have had today.

I didn't go to bed till about 5.30am, and was then woken up with tea and toast at 9am, with suggestions that "it's a nice day, let's go for a walk".

As I still want the marriage to work, off I went to Easby Abbey by Richmond. Wandered round by the river, checked out all the middle class walkers/wankers, then went inside the Church next to Easby Abbey (and nicked the postcards I have scanned). That just shows it wasn't all bad and at least I gained something from the day.Luckily I still had the memory of United's scrappy win against Wolves in my mind, so at least I had something to think about while I was bonding with nature and history.

To tell the truth, I don't mind going somewhere and having a walk about as long as there is something interesting to see. That (to me) means outrageous natural beauty, or something historical and interesting. Otherwise it's the pub, computer, decent stuff on the TV, music, reading or football for me. Notice how I have not mentioned ladies or porn. I mean solitary pursuits (damn! porn is one of them!).

Met nasty Nick on the way home, who was surprised I had been to Church (but that was good for my crazy credentials, as I also had postcards on me to prove my tale was correct, and I was carrying a plastic bag full of bottles of wine - hurrah!). I will have to put up some of his poetry soon, as long as I have not already done so when pissed. Not that I am that bothered, I will stick it up anyway.

Once back at home, watched a decent programme that talked about Hogarth (especially ' The Rakes Progress'), and Hitchcock's 'Dial M for Murder. Both really good - the hours fly by in Cleveland Road.

I will probably stay up late again tonight, the FPO is tucked up, Nozzer is in his cage, and there is a great world of information at my fingertips. What's not too like? (Oh, I nearly forgot, the wine has been drunk and I am off work). Fantastico!

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