1067 And All That by Dave Rigby

The Top 21

• Beware Friday 14^th
• Sail the eight seas
• The 1813 Overture
• The 1923 Committee
• 21:21 vision
• Vivaldi’s Five Seasons
• When I’m 65
• The Magnificent Eight
• The Two Rangers
• Dial 1000 for emergencies
• The Holy Quartet
• 78 Sunset Strip
• Guinealand
• T-t-t-Twenty
• Sweet Seventeen
• 4.14159
• Fellini’s 9 1/2
• Always look after number two
• Absolute one
• The seven wives of Henry 1X
• Working 25/7

The All Night Layover by Yvonne Witter

Changing flights at JFK airport in New York from London on route to Kingston Jamaica is not my favourite thing to do, but Delta and Virgin airlines have a relationship and had a super deal with Premium seats, so the inconvenience of an eight-hour layover 6^th to 7^th of June 2019, seemed worth it. I had it all figured out in my head that I would spend the night asleep in the lounge, but when I got there I was invited to look around and thought that for $70 there wasn’t that much on offer. The buffet looked tired, and people were lounging around on comfy chairs fair enough, but that was not what I was expecting to see. I had fantasised about little cubicles where I could really lay out and snore.  It was now close to midnight and my departure was at 7am. I realised that my phone had lost power and I didn’t have a charger on me with the correct electrical plug as that was all snug in my suitcase. Eventually, I found the parade of airport shops which were all closed apart from a few selling foods. 

As I walked around aimlessly wondering what to do next, I spotted a young woman of Chinese heritage sitting at a charging point, she had about three appliances plugged in, so I sat at the table, smiled, and asked her if I could borrow her charger when she was finished. I had no idea how long she would be around, but I was secretly hoping at least long enough for my phone to charge fully. She offered me her battery pack and I thanked her.

 As I was about to start reading my book another lady joined us. This charging point, with the spacious table and high stools, was a magnet. She plugged in too, and a few minutes later another lady joined us. There were now four of us, two on either side of the table.

It’s a shame that the names of these women escape me, but that is what menopause can do. Plus, I had no idea that I would be inspired to share this experience. The young woman of Chinese heritage had just completed her criminology degree and was trying to extend her stay in the USA by finding employment as a Police Officer, and she was literally applying in any of the 50 states where she could find an opening.  She had already failed a selection test in Boston and was now about to try again in California. She told me how on the last occasion she drove for two days interstate, and that her parents had come to visit and did the trip with her. She was a product of the one-child policy and she told us how she felt responsible for her parents and how much they were looking forward to her being married.  I could not visualise her out of that tracksuit and doc martins and into a wedding dress to be fair.

The second woman who joined us told us about her family of four children, two of whom were from her previous marriage, and two were from her husband’s previous marriage. She showed us photographs of her family and explained how the children were all in their mid-teens, and she and her husband parented them all the same, and how lucky she felt that things were working out so well. She was headed back home to Canada where she now lives and works as a college lecturer teaching Spanish. I asked her about Trump and the wall, when she told us that she was of Mexican heritage. She said that he was hilarious and that the wall was no more than a gimmick because the Mexican Government would not be paying for it. She mentioned the immigration changes and the challenges with Mexican students who no longer had a safe place in the USA.

The fourth person to join us was a woman of mixed Nigerian and English heritage from London and she had married an American and relocated to California. She was launching her interior design consultancy, whilst juggling a young family of two little girls, and was rushing back from New York in time for her little daughter’s school performance the following day. Her husband worked as an architect.  She spoke about herself and her brother growing up in Nigeria and her mother being white English and cooking delicious Nigerian Food which she liked too, and looked forward to when she visited them in London.  The way her flight was scheduled, she would need to literally get off the plane and go straight to the school.

We all ended up having a really lovely conversation about politics, work, food, parenting, and culture. We went off at different times knowing our hand luggage was looked after and we brought back snacks and water to share. The lady going to Canada made a pillow with her arms and a scarf and dozed off for a while. I can’t sleep in those conditions so stayed up all night with the other three. One by one we hugged goodbye and said we would stay in touch, as we departed for our respective flights, exchanged numbers and took a few photographs. We never did stay in touch, but I had a really unforgettable pleasant experience with three random strangers.

                                                             

Charging Table

The Wonderful Wedding by Vivien Teasdale

The Wonderful Wedding by Vivien Teasdale

Wayne was a werewolf with wonderful ways

Who dreamed a daring dream one day.

As he stood in the shower, soaping his skin

He thought how thoroughly taut and thin

Were his cheeks and chops and charming chin

But, longing for lean and lithe-looking limbs,

He jauntily joined Johnny’s Junior gym.

Here huffing and hoisting, he heaved and hopped

And swore to sustain this sweating, and shopped

For carbs and calories in dinner and cake.

Then with plentiful proteins packing his plate

And arousing his appetite, amply he ate.

By devouring this diet, our doughty disciple

Soon ruffled his rivals with rhomboids that rippled.

Then one day Wendy walked in for a workout.

The gentlemen gaped, soon beginning to growl.

Such preening and pouting, and powerful pumping

Of iron, but ignoring their ill-judged insulting

She shook off their shameless, saucy saluting

Merely marking it down as unmanly madness

Or boisterous behaviour, or boldness or badness.

She took to the treadmill, the towers and the Trainer

Who welcomed her warmly. Of course it was Wayne.

Soon all was smiles and slim sultry silhouettes

They babbled of banns and, by bridesmaids beset,

The couple then crowed their encounter was kismet.

Love's lateness near left them both in the lurch

So the chaps and chapesses chased them to church

Escorting them easily, they entered the east door

But growling and grumbling, and greedy for gore

They howled and hurrahed, with hunger and happiness.

They yowled with yearning as yells of 'yes, yes'

Arose from the altar. The answers were awesome, as

Bridegroom and bride boldly barked back

at the preacher who led their peculiar pack.

Then they all danced deliriously,

singing quite seriously sometimes, you know,

as werewolves will do at their weddings.

But that is a secret, so whisper it low.

Whispering Time by Virginia Hainsworth

Earth spheres swelling,

shrouded in darkness,

sensing new warmth,

hearing the whispers.

Faintly at first

then beginning to call.

Needing to grow,

to cast off the clods,

not daring to breathe.

Follow the sounds,

words on the breeze

resounding within.

Slowly emerging

from winter repose,

the whispers of springtime

beckon the brave.

The first to appear.

in shy revelation.

And, confidence growing,

‘midst burgeoning green,

displaying their treasures,

each bud becomes bloom.

The whispering fades.

Spring’s song is beginning.