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POETRY & CREATIVE WRITING
PETE HAS BEEN WRITING POETRY AND PROSE SINCE HE WAS ABLE TO SPELL. HERE YOU WILL FIND SOME OF HIS EARLY EXAMPLES AND SOME NEW ONES TOGETHER WITH OTHER PEOPLE'S WORK....
MEETING UP
A Valentine special from
Davy Crockett
Ralph James chuckled as he read the latest chat section on his social networking site. Ralph (62) was a divorcee of 8 years due to an unfaithful wife. He, like many others of his age and situation, found comfort and fellowship with his cyber friends. One such person was Georgina whose profile indicated that she was a widow for the last 5 years. They hit it off with some cheeky banter from time to time. It also transpired that they lived in the same county and shared similar interests. So it was not surprising, via their own emails, when they arranged to meet up for a meal together. Ralph was captivated by the picture of Georgina and hoped that she would be as attractive in the flesh. Georgina too hoped that the real Ralph was the genuine article. They arranged an evening meal on neutral ground and both started to get rather tense as the time approached. Ralph booked a corner table for two at a distinguished restaurant to hopefully make a good impression.
The great day arrived and Ralph greeted Georgina outside the restaurant for their evening meal. He made a joke about wearing a carnation which caused the ice to be broken. Immediately Ralph was enchanted by Georgina 's attractiveness and demeanour. She seemed happy and relaxed in no time at all. They settled at their booked table and studied the comprehensive (and expensive) menu. Georgina ordered Salmon and Scallop terrrine whilst Ralph opted for rump of Cornish Lamb with dauphinoise potatoes. Ralph thought 'In for a penny, in for a pound' and ordered a bottle of Bollinger Cuvee champagne. During the wait they delighted each other with their usual humour and Ralph was particular intrigued by Georgina 's attractiveness. He felt she was rather heavily made up cosmetically but that she wanted to impress him on their first 'date'. Her hair was thick and luxuriant and was obviously coloured for effect. As they spoke at the table the candlelight added to the romantic ambience. Ralph was particularly taken with her husky (sexy) voice which was reminiscent of the film actress Lauren Bacall.
The meal went very well and the champagne began to make both parties a little giggly and affectionate. Hands started to brush together near the condiments and Ralph felt a bold move was possible. He asked if Georgina would like to come back to his flat for coffee and to look at some of his watercolour paintings as they both shared that same interest. A taxi was called and they both squeezed in the back seat like a couple of giggling teenagers. Ralph was now even closer and noticed the heady perfume of this lovely woman.
They arrived at Ralph's flat and settled down to further drinks with some gentle romantic music in the background. Ralph appeared from the kitchen and noticed Georgina was showing much more leg than before. He sat beside her, she smiled seductively and edged up almost onto his lap. Coffees were put aside and by now they were both looking into each others eyes. Their arms reached out to embrace. Ralph couldn't contain himself and reached up to stroke her luxuriant hair. Somehow he brushed her eyelashes which fell to the floor like dead spiders. His hand caressed the hair which turned out to be a hairpiece. As he held it aloft
'Georgina' he cried and looked aghast at the bald figure of ‘George’ the startled man beside him who gasped and cried out as he fled from the room!
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BEAR A GRUDGE
By Deborah Johnston
Bear A Grudge
Was a funny little bear
You could never find him
Without his underwear
He wore his little boxers
He wore his stripy pants
He even wore a tutu
And performed a funny dance
But bear was very lonely
And sometimes he would cry
So he always had a hankie
Wiping tears from his eye.
Then one day he woke
And he did see
Another just like he
A smile spread across his face
His heart was full of glee.
Her name was Bear E Sentials
A happy fluffy bear
Rolling around in the mud
She really didn’t care
The two of them became firm friends
and loved to laugh and play
They eat their dinner on the grass
upon a silver tray.
So if you see these funny bears
just watch and wait a while
they may come out in silly pants
now that will make you smile.
Copyright: Deborah Johnston 2012
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WHEN ROY MET PETE
The Story as told by ROY AITKEN, The Pied Piper himself.
(Click bottom Right Hand corner of pictures to expand.)
It all started when I went window shopping in the old Woolworth which was then the New Arcade in the old town High Street in Stevenage, Hertfordshire, UK
I loved music and sought out the new music shop in the arcade, I got to know the lady proprietor, DOT PHILLIPS, and one day the lady showed and sold me a copy of SWITCHBOARD MAGAZINE.
Dot went on to tell me all about a chap called Pete Perry, the editor of Switchboard, and that she thought he and myself had a lot in common and that we would get on well as a kindred spirit, so she gave me his address.
Within a few weeks I went to see Pete, and told him about what Dot had told me. He welcomed me into his house, offered me a seat and that’s when our friendship, brief encounters to be, and adventure started.
THE WIT OF CONVERSATION
From our first exchange of words together, we both realised immediately that we were indeed kindred spirits
THE FIVE HOUR NON STOP CONVERSATION
We both started exchanging stories, our laughing nature was identical, Pete was a hippy, I was a maverick
During the five hour conversation we didn’t stop talking to each other, with the identical laugh and humour
Pete very proudly showed me his very precious correspondence from John and Yoko, a card with John’s doodles and message to Pete from John and Yoko with John’s signatures (see left).
THE SPARK
From the moment Pete and myself exchanged our first words we gelled and sparked like we had known each other since forever, we both instinctively knew that we were kindred spirits
We had so much in common
EXHAUSTION
By the end of our none stop five hour conversation we were both exhausted, there was a friendship that no one could ever break
PETE’S WIT
Pete told me one of his funniest stories, that one Monday morning on clocking in at work, that whilst waiting for the bosses arrival and the boredom his workmates and himself were feeling, that he assembled all of his workmates to do the cha, cha, leading them and singing repeatedly one of the John Wayne’s cowboy classics, Quote; “Get off your horse and drink ya milk”, the boss finally turned up and straight away said who is the instigator of this act, Pete owned up and the boss immediately said to Pete 'you're sacked!)
(But he changed his mind after pleas from Pete's workmates!)
I have told and passed on that story to this day ever since I last saw Pete in late 1987
We said our goodbye, to what was to be the beginning of a great friendship
THE COMMISSIONED SCALE MODEL GUITAR
The next time I went to see Pete’s family and himself at his home, Pete told me of
his organised gig for the Switchboard Battle of the Bands that was to be held at The Buffalo Rock Club in Baldock, nr. Stevenage
At the time I was handcrafting tenth scale model guitars and Pete and myself mutually agreed that I should commission a scale model guitar for the winner of the battle of the bands
I had a deadline of just three days in which to make and finish!
I worked on the scale model guitar day and night for it to be finished and ready for the presentation, the guitar was incased in a glass case with a plaque.
Above left is a picture of Eric Clapton, with one of Roy's guitars on the shelf.
Before I left Pete that day I gave my copy of the book THE HOBBIT to his daughter, Vivien. This is, ironically related to the Harry Potter genre, in which Pete has appeared in the movies.
THE GIG AND THE PRESENTATION
A coach was organized to take people to the gig and competition
Present was Pete’s family, friends and himself, Dave Phillips a professional musician, with his mum and dad, Bob Ward (who used to be in a band with Eric Clapton) then myself
ROY THE PIED PIPER
Being a maverick I had my fingers in lots of pies at that time in my life, Pete payed me the honour of nicknaming me “The Pied Piper of Stevenage”
My Humour (cont)
I once ordered 30 fresh cream cakes for my psychologist Roger (Paxton) timed to arrive before 12.00 noon on April fools day, delivered from Tesco groceries online to Roger's place of work! being no fool myself I knew Roger wouldn't be able to eat them all his self and that he would have to share them with his staff, it was an absolute hoot and cracker!
I love correspondence with people from all walks of life, celebrities, politicians and now I am good friends with Tony Been, Spike Milligan invited me for tea!! I have five very special personal letters from the Queen to date.
Here in Northumberland (cont)
One of my passions being near the mountains in the Northumberland national park is to go Wilderness, Trekking, Backpacking, Camping and Survival - Where I reach "Maslows Peak" every time when I am on an expedition
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maslow's_hierarchy_of_needs
"A musician must make music, an artist must paint, a poet must write if he is to be ultimately at peace with himself. What one can be, one must be." - Abraham Maslow
1988-1991
After meeting Pete I moved on in my life, but I was unfortunately to be 
hospitalized with trauma, after a family tragedy, then by good fortune once more whilst in hospital, I was very fortunate again to meet many more good friends, in 1989 Sally my nurse and myself fell in love, (see picture on the right) we got married in 1991, it really was a fairytale romance we were kindred spirits, to this day Sally and myself are soulmates and best friends
I am eccentric, a practical joker, loving practical jokes and absolutely enjoy April 1st, it is an extremely precious day to me, but I only play practical jokes on friends I really care for and like!
The Pink Panther is my hero, and one day, I spent a whole day shopping dressed in a Pink Panther suit! (see picture right).
I went to see a homeopathic doctor whom said I reminded him of a good friend of his named Patch Adams in the USA and he gave me his address to contact and correspond with.
I became a busker not for money, but for my passion and love of singing A Capella, my favourite pitch was by the clock tower and fountain, in the town centre square, Stevenage new town. (see picture right)
In 1991 with our daughter Sally and myself moved house from Stevenage to Northumberland, where we still live.
But we now feel it is time to move back to Stevenage, where our roots and hearts are and belong.
Through fate and good fortune Sally and myself have been able to contact Pete and Nikki again, whom are two very "special" folk and friends.
My pride and joy is my collection of "Live Concert Music DVD's" I watch them on my cordless wireless headphones last thing at night and it makes you feel the experience of being in and sharing the concerts with the audience
By Spencer “Roy” Aitken
C. 2011
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On our SCIENCE & TECHNOLOGY PAGE, we told you about the cruel experiments scientists put animals through, and we told you about the poem Pete wrote about this subject back in 1996.
HERE IS THAT POEM...
POETIC JUSTICE
By PETE PERRY
The monkey coughed blood
His death was not quick
The price he had paid
For testing lipstick
The rabbits were blinded
But they hadn’t had a say
In the decision to spray their eyes
With the latest hairspray
The pig lay dismembered
Yet he played no part
In offering his life
To replace a human heart
The rats were doomed
It was the end for them both
For each had been given
A malignant cancer growth
The hairless mouse panicked
Consumed with fear
For transplanted on its back
Was a human ear!
Humanity perished
For nature could see
That a choice had to be made
Between The Earth and he.
So diseases swept the planet
To atone for man’s sins
For he who abuses nature
Never, ever wins!
First published by Penhaligon Page Ltd, Upper Dee Mill, Llangollen, Wales, in the anthology Sands of Time in 1996
ISBN 1 86226 001 X
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THE GIFT
Love is a precious gift
So don't throw it all away.
You may take the grains of life,
Sifting through it day by day.
But with the gift of love
Comes also the gift of life
For without life, there is no love
It simply works that way.
Love is a gift from your parents,
Who originally gave you the gift of life.
Remember this, my friend,
It cannot happen any other way.
So thank your parents for the gift of life,
Without which you cannot have the gift of love.
And that is all I have to say.
Pete November 2009
Click on the bottom left-hand corner of this picture to see a larger version of THE WALL.
