Penalty Charge….. Notice?

Are you happy?
Enjoy your line of work?
Fulfilled, contented?
Professional not a jerk

When you were at school
Is this what you had in mind?
Parked in the wrong place
Make sure they are fined

Tell yourself it’s the law
The ease of traffic flow
Bump up your score
As they tell you where to go

Just ‘doing your job’
We’ve all got to get by
Must know its rubbish
A convenient lie

Just a puppet
A council misguided missile
A waste of your time and mine
No guts and no guile

Bays not well painted
Read the deliberately illegible sign
Got to give a ticket
Parked over the faded line

110 pounds
How do you justify this cost?
Where does the money go?
Common sense is lost

Mark Scotchford © 18/10/2014

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All Change Please

You missed your train
What does that say?
Continues with the theme
A horrible day

So what now?
Half an hour to burn
A waste of your time
What’s there to learn?

Be introspective
Your soul within
Quiet place with a sofa
Relax and sink in

Grab a cup of coffee
Ignore your phone
Pen and paper like grain
New seeds are sown

Write anything at all
I really don’t care
Promise me if it’s good
You will share

Mark Scotchford © 14/10/2014

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Do you go with your instincts?
Or give him another chance?
Do you stay in and watch tv?
Or ask him to dance?

Do you watch the films he likes?
And watch yours on your own
Do you allow your wings to be clipped?
Or be glad that you have flown

Do you stay with the job you don’t like?
Because it pays the bills
Do you not follow your dreams?
But keep popping those pills?

Do you like these words?
Have they hit home or missed?
If life was a game of cards
Would you stick or twist?

Mark Scotchford © 12/10/2014

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Why High Heels?

Bionda castana 1

I have always loved high heels. No, I don’t mean wearing them myself, I mean their design and them being worn by another, and my preference here is a woman. I have always been intrigued by their design, who makes them and why, and why women wear them? Do they actually like wearing them or do they wear them because they think they are expected to, etc?

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I know some feminists believe the high heel is yet another scornful surge in the control and domineering world of men and women are ‘forced’ to wear them purely for men’s enjoyment, and because they are expected to, and because they are supposed to be sexy.

I would be very interested to know how many women actually agree with any of this, apart from the last part. I’m sure most women agree they feel sexy, attractive and alluring when wearing high heels. Although I guess these emotions are all directly linked to the competency and confidence they have in walking in the heels themselves.

Personally I think they empower women. The high heel is like the woman who wears them. They can exude power, or be sexy, controlling, and also vulnerable. And like all aspect of a woman’s life, they are a massive compromise. Someone once said ‘pain is beauty’.

I’m  reminded of a swan with a woman wearing a high heel. Elegant up top; frantic paddling underneath. It takes a while to walk well on them, I’m guessing. Not that I have ever tried.

Men, in general only wear things that are comfortable. Woman, get used to dealing, wearing, and using things that are not. I hope men aren’t on this list too are they?

Have you ever had a woman walk behind you when she is wearing high heels? (No, not like that)
They sound loud and can be quite intimidating. You can tell a lot from the time gap between the footsteps. Used to wearing them? Just started? Comfortable? Struggling? Self assured? In a hurry? There is something just more pronounced about movement when wearing a high heel. Just something more poignant.

The design is amazing when you think about it. The sound comes from the smallest point against the ground, not the largest. Like the expression ‘The whisper is louder than the shout’ the design of the shoe reminds me of how a woman actually is, most of the time. Quiet, considered, measured, calm, controlled, smooth, always weighing any giving situation up. Like the shoe they can be very elegant, they can show you their sexy smooth side, and do this with subtleness and seduction. Or they can be inherently strong, and very dangerous. Imagine a high heel being thrown at you at velocity, you certainly wouldn’t want the heel end heading for you would you?

Yet under other circumstances (which I will leave to your imagination), a high heel can be very appealing.

I saw a late night program where these volunteers were going out helping being in distress late at night, which basically meant they were helping drunkards get home. One of the things they were doing was giving flip flops to drunken women that they could wear instead of their high heels in order to help them walk home. I found this hilarious and fascinating. The flip fop receiver’s were literally exasperated with their thanks to these women offering them. Just goes to show how difficult they are to walk in, how uncomfortable they are, and how drunk the women were. It also shows how the smallest gesture can matter.

Wearing a high heel will almost always be to the physical detriment of the wearer, be it back pain, damaged feet, leg pain etc etc, the list goes on and on. And almost any benefit to wearing a high heel is almost always aesthetic. The illusion of longer legs, accentuation of tone, and posture etc, plus they make a woman look taller.

Yet women will be wearing them out tonight in their millions. Why?

Please do get in touch and let me know your thoughts.

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Mark Scotchford © 11/10/2014

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The Paper Cut Principle

How many times a day do you hurt yourself un-intentionally? I don’t mean really cause yourself pain, you know like losing a leg, but stub your toe or trap your finger, or cut your finger, or bang your head or poke yourself gently in the eye?

Once, twice, more? It hurts doesn’t it? But not very much and we normally curse ourselves or someone else, or the thing that has conspired against us to cause us harm. Normally this is an inanimate object and most people will shout out that this thing is stupid, whatever it is.

Sometimes these things happen when we are not concentrating, and other times, they happen when we are.

Now, at the top of this piece I said we hurt ourselves un-intentionally. Could something else be in control? Guess what that could be?

What about our brain? Please, stop laughing and hear me out. Our brain thrives on stimulation. The more you use your brain, generally speaking, the longer you will live. That has been proven. It stands to reason really. Now what advantage does the stimulation have on our brain?

Well, an alert brain can help you react, and help you survive. In any situation. A car crash, fire, burglary, an act of violence, anything. The more alert you are, the better your chances.

So how does all this allow me to leap to the conclusion that we deliberately hurt ourselves, and without even knowing it? Very good question.

Well, our brain wants to push, constantly. Everything from our limits, to boundaries, to excitement, to fear, everything. Why? Because then we feel alive.

It’s some of the reasons why people watch horror movies, or go on scary fairground rides. Imagine the dreams we have. Why do they happen? How do they occur? I think quite often it is our brain at play. We don’t use it fully, so when we are asleep it lets loose.

OK, back to lightly hurting ourselves. When this happens, it hurts, adrenalin starts to flow, and for a split second there is a rush of chemicals around our head, and we feel alive, on edge.

I think although we think it is an accident, our brain has done it deliberately.

I know this sounds totally random, but I do think this could be reasonable to assume with thought, and hopefully there is some way to prove it. Maybe an MRI or something? Anyone want to help me prove it?

I think the same can be said for:-

• ‘Accidentally’ dropping a book while pulling out another one from a shelf,
• ‘Accidentally’ leaving something behind
• ‘Accidentally’ banging our car door or car against something or someone else’s

These others I will tackle at another time and I know this all sounds totally odd. This all links with another very bizarre piece on this blog called ‘There is no such thing as an accident…’ which even by my standards, is way out there. It has taken me 4 years to work out what I was trying to say, and now I will attempt, bit by bit, to do so. Incidentally, ‘There is no such thing as an accident…’ has proven to be one of the most popular pieces I have written so at the very least people are intrigued, or curious, or just confused too. Two of these are good.

Mark Scotchford © 01/10/2014

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Would this be a good advert for Jaguar?

We are all guided by our own experiences

Our instincts are our light

Sometimes we get caught up in a moment

Freeze, Fight, or take flight

We stick to what we know

Reluctant to break the mould

It’s time to make a change

Jaguar has evolved

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Mark Scotchford © 16/09/2014 – revised 27/09/2014 ©

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Power Corrupts

Your manager is so powerful
They control your every day
Who would they be?
If that power was taken away?

How strong would they be without their BMW and structured plan?
Take that all away from them and would you see a man?

No you wouldn’t
I’ll tell you what you will find
A tortured soul who is not happy with his life
Taking it out on you is easier than facing the truth
They are not strong at all
That’s why they have to prove

Making your life hell
Because they screwed up their own
After all the meetings
At home they are alone

Surrounded by toys they couldn’t have when young
They told themselves they would become someone
No matter what they have got
No matter how much they achieve
The pain inside that eats at them will never leave

Until they face the past they hide behind
Peace in their soul they will never find

Don’t let them get to you
Or ever hold you back
They are cowardly so now they just attack

You’re so much better than them
They know it already
Leave them behind and keep it all steady

Do what you want
All they never could
And don’t wish them harm
They never understood

Mark Scotchford © Written in 2004 Just rediscovered 18/09/2014

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