Yettie One

Hey Rob Welcome to GA. Not been here that long myself, but been a reader and editor for a few peeps on Nifty for a while. I got referred here by one of the writers who posts in both places, and it was here that I eventually decided to kick off my own writing adventure. I did this for two reasons mainly. There is a huge amount of information to pull from, information that encourages you and prompts you to give it a go. I honestly believe there is a book in each of us, sometimes we just need someone willing to help coax it out of us. They actively do that here and that's something I like. Secondly just echo's what so many of the peeps above me have already said about the community at GA. As a newby I've needed a lot of help along the way, and from old to young, admin to reader, author to editor everyone I've had a chance to chat to, asked help from or sent a message too has been friendly, helpful and fun. Something that is not that as easily accessible on any other site I've tried. Looking forward to reading your stuff, and hope you enjoy yourself.

I've never been a breakfast or lunch person. Breakfast just makes me feel sluggish, I know its meant to kick start the metabolism etc, but meh! It just don't work for me. So it's just normally a decent meal in the evening, mix of meat and veg normally, although I have a tendancy to be partial to a nice Macaroni Cheese wiv Bacon bits and mushrooms. mhmmm. I'm making myself hungry.

Hmmmmmmmmm Interesting question. Personally if I'm honest it largely depends on how the character is portrayed. I've seen stereotypical gay characters that have rubbed me up the wrong way and irritated me, yet in another program a similar character is funny. I think its good to be able to laugh at yourself, and think it's good to allow others to poke fun as well, as long as that's how it is intended. When it gets personal and vindictive it's time to call a halt to proceedings. It's good to laugh, even if at times we are laughing at ourselves.

I'm often amazed at how much I don't know. There is always something new and exciting to read, to learn, to experience. I've had a travel bug for a number of years now, and as a matter of principle do not like to do much in the way of planning or preparation. Spontaneity I believe is very much a spice of life, and a good dose of variety without planning or expectation is a healthy way to keep life interesting and fun. In this way, I have enjoyed some really amazing trips, mainly around the UK which I now call home, but once in a while further afield. The trouble with travel abroad is that there is a certain amount of preparation that you have to undertake regardless of your intentions, so for this purpose travel to distant places is not always as effective. But its simple enough to at random times jump in a car and take a drive. Such trips have ended me up in the likes of John O'Groats, Lands End, Blackpool, Belfast, Aberdeen, Skegness, Brighton, Birmingham, Manchester, Glasgow, London, just to name a few. I am also fairly lucky in that I have a friend who is much the same, and will get a random call from Ashley intermittently asking where we will end up that night! Recently I have discovered a fascination with British Castles. I visited one in York recently and the whole sense of history surrounding me was unreal. I was inspired, and moved at the same time. To think I was standing in halls where knights and kings had once been, where men and women had supped and laughed, cried and mourned. It was an amazing sense of humbleness. I kind of felt like I had to respect the place, and take care to be considerate to the lives of those who'd made it possible for me to know stand in this place and marvel at the construction, the majestic aura of the site, and the spectacle of witnessing a part of history up close and personal. I had the opportunity a number of years ago to attend an event hosted by the Lorien Trust LRP Society, called 'The Gathering'. It is held once a year in Derbyshire and attracts several thousand role playing fans from all over Europe. A four day event held over the August bank holiday it is a whole lot of fun, as various tasks, games and role play events culminate in a massive battle which takes place on the final day. I was amazed at the quality of some of the kit that these players have, authentic battle wear, all carefully made using safe products to ensure it complies with health and safety regulations. Latex swords of every kind, axes, daggers, shields, helmets, full body armour. You name it someone's made it. I've kind of made up my mind this year to once more don my kilt and join the Clan of the Bears and see how much it has changed since I last visited the event. I also want to consume copious amounts of Meed again. Yep that's right, authentic British meed made with honey. Oh man. *dreams* Hang over in store I am sure. But I guess what I am trying to say is that no matter where you are in this world, we are surrounded by the most amazing things that all too often we fail to see. It's as if we can't see the splinters for the sawdust. Stop for a moment, have a good think and this summer try and discover something new and completely exciting in your neck of the woods, and let me know how you go. Thought for today - "Happiness is not a destination, it is a manner of travelling. Happiness is not an end in itself; it is a by product of working, playing, loving and living" - Haim Ginott Song for today - So Young by The Corrs [media=]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0n2V8YouPhg[/media]

It had been a super human effort and dogged determination that had seen the damage caused by the rampaging elephant corrected without impacting on or affecting an already tight schedule for the team in Victoria Falls. The first day after the incident, everyone had contributed to the clean up efforts, abandoning whatever else they’d been working on to concentrate on clearing up the mess. Once the initial chaos had been cleared away, Colin had appointed a small team of workers to repair or replac

I've never been a massive fan of shopping, especially grocery shopping. Unlike my father who would spend hours reading labels and checking out the special deals, I like to get in and get out. I've never been one for waiting around. Mr Impatient maybe. Well in certain situations, alright I admit, Mr Impatient is a glove that fits rather well. I had reason to visit Tesco's this morning to get some batteries, and while I was wondering around I decided to get me some new rope. Ah huh, rope.... Now I won't go into what the rope is for, it could be what your thinking, or it may be something completely different. You can just put that vivid imagination down to your dirty mind! haha But all the same, it got me to thinking as I was wondering around the store how lazy we have become. Everything, absolutely everything is available in a Tesco's these days. There was paint, fridges, TV's, DVD, game stations, stuff for your car, stuff for your bedroom, crumbs even stuff for the toilet, and I'm not talking about air freshener and bleach! Everything under one roof. Forget about going shop to shop, meeting people, walking from one end of the town to the other just to get a weeks shop done. No today we walk in with a trolly and walk out with everything we'll need, without barely talking to anyone. It is kind of the same with mobile phones. I can remember a time when you wanted to know how your friend was, you got up and visited them. Today I've seen people sat next to each other in a pub texting each other. And facebook..... Don't even get me started on social media. It's easier to have a good old heart to heart online than it is to do it face to face. I know I am just as guilty of these things I point out. I spend far too much time worrying about facebook, twitter and mobile bloody phones. Don't get me wrong, I've met some lovely people online, and have a number of amazing friends dotted around the world that I've never met. In that way the net has broadened my mind and opened the world to me in a good way. But I do wonder what all this convenience is doing to our social skills as a race long term. In 50 or 100 years, what will we be like. Will communication involve a key board and screen, some weird kind of memory chip or something else more outlandish? Will we evolve to having no voice box or ability for producing sounds? Far fetched? I don't know but wondering around Tesco's this morning my imagination started to play games with me, and it had nothing to do with the rope! lol Hope you have a lovely day and thanks for reading. Thought for today - "A life spent making mistakes is not only more honourable, but more useful than a life spent doing nothing." - George Bernard Shaw Song for today - Life by Des'ree

Hmmmmm I must admit I've never really paid much attention to gay characters on TV, but if I must choose, I'd have to go back in time a little bit. There used to be a gay lad in UK's TV series The Bill called Luke Ashton played by Scott Neal. OMG!

As an avid fan of TV Police drama, I am blessed to live where possibly the very finest range and class of dramatical television drama is produced. Undoubtedly, with series like Taggart, Lewis, Vera, Dalziel & Pascoe, Juliet Bravo, Law & Order UK, Luther, Midsomer Murders, Mersey Beat, Murder City, Rebus, Spooks, Sherlock, Silent Witness, The Commander, Waking the Dead, Wire in the Blood, are just some of the many modern British Police Drama's we enjoy on our screen's at various times through they year. I am sure that there are many more that I have not listed, which you will share with me, and all this without even dipping into the vault of the UK's established long running iconic police shows. The likes of Morse, Frost, The Bill and so many others. Yes there are programs from other countries that I find entertaining, and enjoy to watch. The hugely successful US version of Law and Order especially the Special Victims Unit series is good entertainment. Then you have the likes of CSI. But when it comes to true drama, real grit, tough emotional stories with action and acting that makes your heart beat stop in a moment, and race like a mad man in the next, I'm sorry but no one is able to do it was well as the British. The entertainment industry in the UK have created an institution of excellence, an example to television directors and producers around the world, on how to create a real dramatical masterpiece. And I am lucky enough to live right smack bang in the middle of this great stuff. Oh man, spoilt for choice or what? Yes it is such fun to be able to curl up on the couch with a nice whisky on the rocks and get lost in the thick imagination and intrigue of a clever plot, never really quite knowing who done it, right till that last second when the penny drops, and you realise how simple and clear the signals were all along. How I wish my imagination worked that well, to create and write such a vivid and imaginative whirlwind of chaos, mystery and diabolical human crime. Don't ask me to choose one as my favourite, I love them all, but if I am completely honest, I have a huge soft spot for the Governor in the modern Taggart, DCI Matt Burke played by Alex Norton. I'm not even really sure why other than something between his character and I clicks. But that is the beauty of a masterful script. The characters draw you in, interact with you without ever meeting you, and build a report with them despite never sharing a word. That to me is the power of a dynamic script in the hands of a master performer, something common in British Police Drama. So if I was to ask you. which is your favourite police drama? What what character do you enjoy watching the most? Thought for today - "If you want to be loved, be loveable" - Ovid Song for today - Clouds by Newton Faulkner http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=52iTtpnPgbw&feature=g-logo

Hmmmm lets see. I guess I'd enjoy having the power to see into the future. Modern day Nostradamus

Hey Comic fan. Jeesh good to come across another LOTR fan Your mom sounds like a wonderful lady. She did a good thing teaching you to love books.

Cia your kids sound like they are very lucky indeed. I know there are some people that like you pass along that passion for reading. There is the exception to every rule. I'm just sad its not more widely done any more. I guess it comes from a love of books, that anyone who feels as we do wants to share that joy and experience.

Hey Y_B Thanks for reading and sharing. Your right I know I'm guilty of wanting it all on a silver platter from time to time. But I'm learning that the best memories came out of hard work and difficult times. Tell you what tho, that journal of yours must be something to read.

Too True buddy. Time for society to take a reality check me finks!

Thank God for Vitamin D. I love the hot summer days, when you can walk down the road and everyone is looking rosy cheeked and awfully sexy as they take off their shirts and walk bare chested towards you. It's an excuse to perv long and hard at the glorious examples of humanity around us. Ahem Sorry, just being honest. LOL. Don't tell me you don't window shop during the summer, when its all out there on display. Of course we do, it'd be almost wrong not too! But seriously though, while the heat can be oppressive, and the over done tan can be painful, it is all good things about the summer that for a moment hide away the dark, depressing days of winter and give us strength to survive another year. I've read and I think there must be some merit in the fact that the sunshine does us good. Maybe when its so hot that it fries a few too many brain cells its not that great, but all in all, its being able to take out the BBQ, spend time with mates out in the garden, venture into cool forests and go on long walks in the bright, fresh air. It's actually feeling warm enough to consider dipping a toe into the angry looking Atlantic, which despite the heat surrounding us is still bloody cold. I learn to live again in summer. Maybe this is a Yettie thing, and I've just forgotten how to successfully hibernate through the winter. But whatever it is, I glad its here. Thought for today - "Happiness is like a butterfly. The more you chase it the more it will elude you. But if you turn your attention to other things, it comes and sits softly on your shoulder." - Henry David Thoreau Song for today - This is the Life by Amy MacDonald

Love it. Difficult questions always make for an interesting debate. I think its important to ponder for a moment why we even give advice. Sometimes our intentions are genuine, we really seek the best for the person we give the advice too. At other times we may give advice for selfish reasons, our intent not so wholesome or well meaning. It could be given out of frustration, exasperated at a persons actions or lack of action, and given in an attempt to put an end to the ongoing drama. Perhaps it is also worth pausing to think about when we give advice. Do we give it in the heat of the moment, when emotion is running high, or maybe wait to talk in calmer more controlled circumstances. You do make interesting points, and I think its a human condition. We seek authentication of our decisions. We are desperate to know we have chosen to do the right thing. We want to know we are not the only fool that would make the decisions we have made. By seeking out that affirmation that someone else would make the same choice we have, helps us to rationalise our decision. Maybe this is why we keep seeking advice on the same issue until finally we hear what we want to hear. Maybe advice should be about asking a person the reason for a decision, probing with questions that make who ever we seek to help face the facts on their own. Maybe advice is more about listening than talking. Letting someone else come to the realisation that its not the advice itself they actually seek, its someone who'll actually listen to what we are going through and help us make sense of it all. Regardless of the truth, it is something we all do. How many times have I gone away wishing I'd just kept my big trap shut? Or how many times have I taken advice and wished I hadn't? It's part of being human. Even the famous have pondered this question. John Stienbeck once said "No one wants advice, only corroboration", and another quote I enjoy is from Harry S Truman. He said, "The best advice to give your children is to find out what they really want and advise them to do it." Maybe in these words from the wise lies the answer you seek. I hope that the sober Joe wakes up and realises that its ok to be human, its good to want answers and its great to be able to share. Yettie xx

After awarding the tender for the construction of the bridge to the Cleveland Bridge Company in May of 1903, construction had begun in earnest at the companies Darlington steel works factory. Within the factory the bridge was built, slowly coming together into thirty two individual parts which would then be later put together on site to complete the main assembly of the bridge. This network of steel would then be braced and strengthened with an intricate web of individual struts and plates that

I guess I grew up in a time and place where the stereo typical trend was to bring up a tough, strong and independent lad, one that easily stood on his own two feet. I can neither say this is a right or a wrong method of bringing up a child, I am no expert on raising kids, but I can say that in my own circumstances it taught me to bottle a lot up, taught me to keep a lid on my emotions , how to hide my thoughts and feelings and I'm pretty sure now looking back that this is not a very healthy thing to do. Keeping stuff hidden, being too stubborn to seek help to deal with stuff is not such a wise way of living. We are not built or equipped with the knowledge or mental tools to deal with some of the stuff life will throw at us, and when we don't seek to deal with these things, when we choose to just bury them instead of confronting them and working them out, when we choose to find solutions to problems on our own we fall into a trap of isolation. When you hide behind this outward image of strength, the typical macho man who is not shaken by anything, and this is an image you've portrayed for years past, it becomes really difficult to suddenly allow yourself to display a weakness, a vulnerability. It's as though you are admitting to the world your not quite the man it thought you were. Is this a human flaw, or is this a trap that society has created? Expectation set in a mould that possibly is neither healthy nor conducive to the development of a balanced individual? Maybe it's ok for men to show a softer, gentle, compassionate side. Maybe it is ok to be emotional. Hey maybe it is even alright to shed a tear every now and then. I have found that peoples perception of the male of our kind vary from place to place, culture to culture, and as generations become more adept at accepting the complexities of our make up as human beings. That is not such a bad thing. I hope that future generations of men never have to face the uncertainty or isolation of creating a self image of being too strong for your own good. I pray that the men of tomorrow are allowed to be the kind of man they really are and not bullied into being the kind of man a society imagines he should be. Thought for today - "He who knows others is wise. He who knows himself is enlightened" - Lao Tzu Song for today - Lifted by The Lighthouse Family [media=]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rWMoeQR1LJ8[/media]

Um yeah.... So many answers, so many thoughts. I guess I can only speak for myself as I see it. A hug. It's a sign to me of several things. 1. It tells me I'm accepted, and its ok to share. 2. It tells me I'm alive and can feel emotion. 3. It brings me warmth, security and encouragement. Through the simple expression of a hug I understand its ok to go on and that even through I am feeling vulnerable or exposed, someone is there to lean on. Yes there are times when a hug is personal. It can be an expression of love for example. People have different concepts of what is a comfortable distance and what invades their personal space. A hug on a forum like this. That's an expression of understanding, saying yeah I know what you mean, keep your chin up, stay strong, we are hear for you. Yes you can say them in words, but if an emoticon puts a smile on someone's face, is it that bad? Why was it bad to get the diagnosis? It's a mental illness. Can it be cured? What do I face ahead of me? Who do I turn to for help? Does this mean drugs for the rest of my life? I've read people are zoned out by the pills, numb and different. Will that happen to me? Are these questions scary to me? You better believe it. Do I understand it all yet? No. I'm only just learning. Before this, I was one of the one's that'd heard of Depression, but didn't give it the time of day. Now I'm hear. It's real, it affects my life in ways I didn't even realise. I've spoken to two people close to me and told them, and when they tell me things about myself, I wonder how the hell I could be like that, or not even realise I was getting to that stage. I had no clue! So bottom line. Shock. That's why its hard to accept. I feel weak, like I did something wrong. Like I didn't read the signs, wasn't paying enough attention and it's my own fault for being here. I want to shout to scream and to hurt me, and I don't understand why. It's dark, lonely and damn scary. That's why its hard. That's why for me at least its such a big thing. Yes I smile. Yes I laugh. Yes some days are good. But there are days that I don't want to think about. 5 years ago I helped to nurse my father through prostate cancer. I watched it eat the strongest man I'd ever known to nothing. We are pretty large men in my family. Dad was called Ox. My brother was called Moose. I'm called Yettie. It took four men to carry my fathers coffin. I looked at that box and couldn't believe the man I loved could fit in there. Right now I am responsible as the primary carer to my mother who has Alzheimers disease. Every day a little more of her mind slips away and it kills me slowly inside. I've been very close and protective over my parents since we lost our lands in an African country. They had everything they'd ever worked for taken from them, and left them broken and lost in their old age. I don't share any of this seeking pity. I'm not hear to get merit coz I have an illness. I just need somewhere to vent. Somewhere I don't feel judged, and right now for me, there is an element of anonymity here I quite like. I can say I'm broken and no one know's me enough to judge me. At least I hope not. Truth is I'm too scared to say that to some of the people I am close to, coz I am really affraid that they won't understand and will judge me. See me as weak or pathetic. "Oh look at him, he's gone and got Depression, silly fool!" I haven't chosen to be here. If I could I'd run a mile. I'd quit today. But I can't. So yeah. We all have issues, we all suffer from different afflictions. I have depression. I know there is far worse out there and but for the Grace of God go I. The one thing I can say is that I take comfort from the fact I'm not alone. Seeing people talk of their pain allows me to understand that they can appreciate my pain and feel it because they have been there. They help me to find strength to know that they found a way to cope and go on. Never easy, maybe never quite 100% right, but they found a way through, and right now that's all I need to know that I might not get there tomorrow, but if I try hard enough, there is light at the end of the tunnel. Just can't see it yet. I can only hope that gives you even a glimmer of understanding of why I feel the way I do. I try to understand what it is like for my mom, and there was a time I tried to understand what it was like for dad, but the truth is until you've walked in their foot prints none of us really know's what its like for another.

Hey KC. Unlike many of the seasoned regulars here I don't know all the circumstances of some of the stuff I read about in the threads, but Mark and Comicfan hit the nail on the head when they say that what hurts you hurts those that love you. That crack in the smile you see, will pain those close to you as much as it pains you. I'm not sure I completely understand it, but its kind of comforting to know that we can share the pain. Selfishly I want to hold onto it, it has become familiar to me and something I'm accustomed too. Showing that private world of hurt and despair is alien and scary in itself, because suddenly this exterior façade of strength we've become so good at wearing is exposed to the world, and people see us as human, fragile and needy, just as they are. It is also really scary to think that I need to rely on people, reach out and expose myself to potentially more hurt or pain. Scary as it is for me, I guess I understand that by speaking out, I'm sharing myself with people who in time will become people I can learn to lean on and I hope will feel they can lean on me in return. We do need to feel needed, maybe that's why we just want to hide away when we realise we can't meet those needs so well anymore. One day at a time, one feeling at a time. Mark it is so crazy how my mood swings like it does. I sometime wonder where the anger can come from so quickly, I'm glad I'm not the only one that gets swings like that. Joe, lovely to meet you, and thank you for your words of encouragement. I'd never thought about it in terms of "coming out" but wow that is a good analogy of what it is like. Mad. I got my diagnosis yesterday to confirm I exhibit symptoms of Clinical Depression. Not the best thing in the world to hear, but at least I know now. Maybe in time I can actually start to feel good about life again. It's scary but I was thinking the other day, and I couldn't really remember the last time I really felt good about life. Yeah maybe from time to time good about this or that. But good about me? I dunno when that last time was! Do you ever get that back?

Totally agree Lilly on all points. Having something to concentrate on and feel good about doing is important. Also knowing you have people/animals relying on you for me at least creates some sort of responsibility to not let them down, and a reason to fight on. LOL, ok taller maybe, but still an ikle gem in my mind Mark hehe. Actually realising that there are some really genuine and proper nice peeps on here. Thanks to everyone that's messaged, for your encouragement and support. Might not be said enough, and you may not realise it, but it means the world to a lot of us.

Sometimes I find myself angry at the world for making life so damn difficult. Then at other times I get irked at the fact that what should be the simplest of tasks is made into a mountain of confusion. But when I stop to ponder and give consideration of the ups and downs of life I am given reason to think that realistically, its these ups and downs that make life interesting. Without them we'd live an easy, boring existence. Think about it. You get a task to do. It is repetitive and simplistic and after the shortest time you have mastered the requirements to complete the task with your eyes closed. That task is no longer interesting to you. It is boring and becomes a target of your desire to be more stimulated in life. We get angry and frustrated as each day we have to consider returning to our menial existence carrying out this mundane and repetitive operation. So why then, when something comes along that tests us and puts a difficult. maybe dangerous or even life threatening risk in our way, are we so eager to complain and react negatively? You want to know what I think? Meh, ok, you probably don't as you possibly have got your own opinion, but tough, this is my rant about the world, so I'm going to make my point. *sticks out tongue* Hmmmm How very mature Yettie. haha No seriously though, I'm coming to realise that we look at the negative in life far too much. We see the bad or the difficulty in everything. Remember a bad shopping experience? I bet you can list at least ten or twelve of them, in detail. Ok, how many good ones do you remember in the same amount of detail? Our bad memories are clear and vivid and the subject of our nightmares. Yet our good memories are worn round the edges and fuzzy. I can't say I have dreams associated with good memories all that often. So it is any wonder that with all this negativity in life that we don't see the opportunity that tough times present to us? Can we really be so blind as to not see the chances we have when challenge comes knocking on our door? Maybe today its time to stop and think, just for a moment about the things we could achieve if we really changed our attitude and outlook on the important things in life. Let's stop worrying so much about the things we can't change and concentrate on the things we can. Maybe what I'm really saying is that this is something I'm beginning realise applies as much to me as to each of you. Thought for today - "Some luck lies in not getting what you thought you wanted but getting what you have, which once you have got it you may be smart enough to see is what you would have wanted had you known." - Garrison Keillor Song for today - Tracey Chapman - Fast Car

Writing to a 15 year old lad..... Oi Don't be so scared to be yourself. There are people out there just like you and just as scared as you. Together you'll find a way. Talk to people more, don't keep it all bottled in, and study hard at school, you'll need it. Oh yeah, don't be so scared to move abroad. It's not that bad really. From and older, maybe wiser, but defiantly stronger Yettie.

Versatile pretty much although have a tendency leaning towards top. A dominant man does bring out my submissive side though!

Dawn in the African wilderness is possibly one of the most spectacular visions to behold. Regardless of its daily repetitive certainty, it was a part of the day that Colin Mackenzie loved. The call of the Namaqua Dove across the wilderness, the stillness as the breeze dropped and the cold night air hung in the air, awaiting the arrival of the golden orb of powerful light that would melt away the stranglehold it had held over the world since the shadows of twilight. Even now in the height of wi

I was lucky to at a very young age have been thrown into the wonderful world of Middle Earth as my eldest brother chose to read me first The Hobbit and then Lord of the Rings. Immersed into a world of fantasy like none other I was entranced by the words, inspired by the imagination and transfixed by the genius of Tolkien. For a seven year old lad hearing the words of these stories roll off my brothers tongue as he read to me each evening was my candy fix for the day. I remember rushing home from playing next door, knowing that it was time for him to sit and read with me before bath time. I may well have been too young to read those stories on my own, but taking the time to introduce me to the world of the power of the written word, and the imagination of a great author kindled in me what would become a passion for written works. This is something I truly believe is the fundamental bedrock of learning, and developing an inquisitive nature. Our imagination is nurtured and stimulated through stories. We learn to create, communicate and shape our understanding and use of language. I am dismayed at the decline of this interest in books and the works of literature among the youth of today, and I can't help wonder if a part of this decline is as a result of our own lack of encouraging our kids to read more. Our lives are caught up in working, providing, earning, shopping, feeding and clothing our kids, that when it comes to spending quality time with them, all too often we are too tired, or can't be bothered to make that effort. In my own experience I honestly believe that without my brothers time and effort, I'd not have the passion for books that I do today. Is it the time we take to pass on that interest in story telling that gives birth to an appreciation for literary work? I tend to think so yes. We all come into contact with youngsters. Our nephews and nieces. Our sons and daughters. On camp at church, watching a game. When you can encourage them, Spend a moment in time and pass along that special thing we all share in the excitement of a gripping novel. Thought for today - "Books are the most quiet yet most constant friends; they are the most accessible and wisest of counsellors, and the most patient of teachers." - Charles W Eliot. Song for today - Your Guardian Angel - Red Jumpsuit Apparatus