West London man in Get West London story meltdown!

A West London man was regretted his decision to share stories from the popular Get West London site that gets over 100 hits per week.

Jagu Bramber, 34 from Hounslow explained “well, it started innocently enough. I was in this Whatsapp group with a couple of mates and saw a story on the site and before I knew it, I’d shared it with them”

Mr Bramber then continued sharing stories without really understanding the impact of his actions until he went out for a drink with his friends and then it dawned on him that over the past few years he had used the Get West London News stories to supplement his general chit chat with his friends and they were always in awe of the fact that he knew so much of the area in which he lived.

A former close friend said “Well, we always thought he was out and about in the area, like ALL the time, chatting to LOT’s of people, like ALL the time and then he started sharing the stories from the Get West London site and we thought, what a little shit. All he’s doing is surfing the internet to make himself sound more interesting. What a complete douche bag  and so we stopped hanging around him”

Mr Bharbra, 32 now spends most of the time sharing stories with himself as he no longer has any friends to impress when he goes out.

my first friend...

he was my first friend
I remember that day
headed to school
Being side-tracked
Let’s not go
Really? Really?

Those days spent
in parks
in arcades
in trouble.

And like all things
it ends
it stops
and it fades.

Only hit and miss moments
connect you again
a wedding
his brother’s suicide
a chance meeting in a restaurant.

You both know
what you shared.
now too afraid to talk
about the years
in between,
scared
you’ll find nothing.

And one day
I find myself
outside his front door.

hey you, you were
my first friend
I wanted you
to know that.

but he had moved away 
years ago.

The Writer (if the silence takes you…)

Just this, these moments, nothing lasts, no going back and no way forward. Again and again and again, hit repeat...

I collapsed onto the concrete pavement and grazed my left knee as my head made contact with the ground. The air in my lungs lunged out and I closed my eyes momentarily. I moved my left leg slightly to angle the grazes away from the ground and pulled my trousers leg from the small droplets of blood that I could feel there…

I reached up to my face and brushed small black sticky stones of tar away from my cheek leaving a small imprint of “join the dots” which would make no sensible shape and only provided an outline of the insignificant life that I have led…

Another deep breath, another moment and my hand reached slightly higher where I knew semi-congealed blood awaited on my sweaty forehead – I brushed it gently, moving my fingers over the newly formed bruise causing a trickle of thin blood mixed with sweat to meandered down the top bridge of my nose and into my eye.

I blinked hesitantly causing the grit caught in that small droplet to irate my eye and I sighed. I wondered for a moment what it all meant and knew that I did not have the answer - was there any point in getting up? 

Should I clean my eye out? Could I make the effort? Probably not as I would only end up here again. Or maybe that should be “down here again” ?

Even when you’re down, never give up as there is always further to go and I reached forward with my left-hand and using my index finger started to scratch my story out. My thoughts swirled and the words flowed as my finger scratched frantically into the ground with the blood dripping out and acting as the ink to convey my message to the world.

This is it; this is my opus; my heart and my soul and as I reached the end of a sentence, I grimaced and screamed with pain as the hard relentless ground hit against the nerve endings and bone in my index finger. I quickly bit hard on the knuckle of my finger to act as the new focal point of my pain whilst the blurry remains of my broken fingernail dried in the hot sun. I tasted blood and the taste reminded me of my endeavour; never give up. This is nothing compared to what I have to tell the world and I have nine more pens at my disposal. 

I continued working on my masterpiece as the world revolved around me; its sounds; smells; its distractions no longer touched me. This was my mission and as I used up each one of my pens my story sprawled in-front of me. 

At times I was aware of people around me who stopped and looked down at me. I smiled thinking how honored they must feel watching me write my story and as they read it how it touched them deeply, I could sense them trying to engage with me but their voices were muffled and distant. I imagined the accolades and the congratulations that they were trying to convey to me, but now I was beyond that.

At some time before dusk, I remember being lifted off the ground by the ambulance men who carried me bloodied, sweaty, dehydrated and soiled into the cool dark inside of the ambulance. I managed to twist my head and see my work laid out there for all to see. 

I knew my work would be talked about for the generations to come and I smiled for the first time in a long time and then a slightly wider smile with my teeth showing and I only twitched slightly as my cracked lips split and I tasted blood again. 

I sat in the warm glow and shivering slightly I started to hum using the music to comfort me, to console me, to accompany me when I was down and not hand out judgement. Be my friend, my companion, even my enemy.

Better that than the silence that could come at any time and like the song says “if the silence ever takes you, then I hope it takes me too…” and until then it’s just this, these moments, nothing lasts, no going back and no way forward. 

Again and again and again, hit repeat...

The end

02/05/2013 (05/05) - Heavily edited after presenting it)

there is no real me

The phone rings,

you pick it up and silence

fall to the floor and wonder why

the handset still in your hand

the tears start

a deep breath and an ache

Close your eyes

thoughts swirl around

trying to land

on hope

Instead you see the rope

so tempting

Swing from north, to

west and then south west,

return gently to north

twice would do it

maybe three as life left

and you felt no pain

the sobs start and the ache deepens

you curl up

bring up your knees

and hours later

you open your eyes

and the phone in your hand

still silent.

====

Song by Introverts - There is no real me

“...but there is no real me, only an entity, something illusory, and though I can hide my cold gaze and you can shake my hand and feel flesh gripping yours and maybe you can even sense our lifestyles are probably comparable: I simply am not there.” 

Introverts

http://soundcloud.com/introverts/tracks

Dark eyes search for a new light...

The madness of wolves infect the women in the city,

Its walls lay crumbling to the ground.

The men stumble about trying to raise the dead,

And I watch them with this new pain that I’ve found.

The finger-print graffiti cannot be rubbed away,

When the steam rises, the symbols can be seen.

Wiping the evidence only removes the moment,

And the love is still there, where it’s always been.

There is very little light, there is no flash of inspiration,

As the darkness moved in to cover the windows of my soul.

And friends and family admire from a safe distance,

I wonder why I've been left alone to play this role.

                          Drifting away, leaving the shadows, running to safety,

                          The dark tunnels are lit suddenly bright by the neon glare.

                          Escape of the moment does not represent an escape of the memory,

                         As I learn to carry this new burden with no-one to share.

Shelter from no-where lies in the comforts of my home,

Where tears flow hidden from the eyes of strangers or the arms of a loved one.

Maybe the potential lies in the new person that I have become,

As I come to accept my fate and no longer have to fight the urge to run.

The Introverts. Empire. Video

The Introverts. Empire.

Video.

Government reveals plans to challenge Chinese Para-Olympic supremacy

In a joint press announcement The Secretary of State for Sport, The Secretary of State for Defense and Lord Coe laid out plans challenge the supremacy of the Chinese at the next Para-Olympics in Rio 2016.

Jeremy Hunt, Minister for Sport told reporters “At first it seemed a hard nut to crack, but once we came up with the idea, it seemed bleeding obvious. The Armed Forces already make up 36% of the British Para-Olympics Team and all we had to do was find a way to increase that – that’s when I thought what we need is another pointless conflict and I was straight onto the phone to Philip”

Philip Hammond, Secretary of Defense, also present at the press announcement continued “Well, yes, when he asked me if there were any countries we could start a pointless conflict with – I almost laughed and replied “Where do I start?? – We’ve got loads”, but when he talked me through his plans I thought it was a stroke of genius. That’s when we got down to some serious thinking and from next week, after tea we’ve decided to declare war against Syria, Jordan and Iceland”

Rt Hon Hammond continued “In a way, it’s ironic that in the upcoming conflicts we’ll have to make sure that our troops are better equipped as we only want them to be maimed for life and not killed, otherwise we can’t do our bit to ensure the successes in Rio”

Lord Coe concluded “I’m really excited with what can be achieved if government really think about legacy from the outset – in fact we should have invaded Iceland when al-Qaeda blew up that volcano”

The Introverts at the Vibe Bar

Friday 24th of August in 2012 was a normal day in the lives of many people and like all normal days something has to happen to make it special.


Now special is a perspective and emotionally can be re-created by going to the same bar, the same game, hanging out with friends, family, colleagues or strangers and although each moment feels special, you know it could happen again.

That's the normal kind of special - what happened at the Vibe Bar on the 24th August was a different kind of special. 

The evening started with a wonder around the Vibe Bar gallery looking at the works of art on display and in the background The Hate Show (2008) played offsetting the first band consisting of Aven on guitar and Wei on drums.

With his back to the crowd, Aven looked like he spent the entire time tuning his guitar but instead created intense music and hitting the right notes for a small intimate venue..

They were followed by the Introverts and Dean and Izzy stood off line to each other and this looked really good. I think it’s a position that works and maybe something to explore in the future.

 They sounded much tighter and more accomplished – and I only saw them two weeks ago!



Once they’d finished their set, some people left, some milled around and others drank more beer – if it had finished here, it would have been a really good night, not special, but still a great night until…

Until Dean went back on stage – now I’ve seen Dean play often enough to know he wasn’t packing up his gear to leave and then I noticed Xifel go up to and I thought “hey, we’re going to get another number” and then I spotted Wei sitting at the drums and they I knew we were about to get something more than we bargained for…

Izzy and Aven followed the others a minute later and having only just met that night, they treated us to an extended version of “For your own safety” (Introvert’s side project) – and this was what made it special.

It was off the cuff, it was spontaneous, it was magical – it was special, you know the other kind.



They were then joined by a performance artist (no name) who was expressing himself as a caged animal and if I tired of this “just now formed band”, I could watch him as he was as much part of them as they were with me and everyone else there.

Introverts? Yes, but their music is their expression and speaks chapters.

For you own safety stay away – otherwise you might find yourself in the band. :-)

http://introverts.bandcamp.com/

For Winnie...

Wherever we may be, we are never forgotten,
We are all taken away from those that love us.
Some walk, others run and others just fade away,
However we go, in a flurry or without a fuss.

The cry for justice and the tears in the dark,
Some flames smoulder and never go out.
We can scream, kick and we can still fight,
Things never change no matter how loud we shout.

And justice teaches us, it was not meant to be,
A mother holds on until the end of her days.
Some remorse, some sign of humanity and peace,
For wicked men to mend their wicked ways.

Soldiers step into replace missing athletes...

First we had soldiers stepping into to fill in the gap left by G4S and as if that wasn't embarrassing enough for LOCOG they then had to bring in extra soldiers to fill in the empty seats in many of the Olympic stadium.

Now LOCOG is reeling with a fresh scandal as reporters have now learned that Team GB athletes are no longer turning up for key events as there is not enough media interest in the early rounds.

Lord Coe stated “This is getting to be a joke really – there’s only so much a soldier can do, but when one of our athletes failed to turn up for the Preliminary rounds of the Women’s Beach Volleyball, we were lucky that Staff Sergeant Fred Jenkins was at hand to fill in”

Spectators and Viewers were stunned as the Staff Sergeant removed his uniform and slipped into the tight fitting bikini to ensure that Great Britain could progress further in the competition.

Great Britain won 2 – 1, with the winning volley being struck by Staff Sergeant Jenkins, who said it was an honour to step in, but refused to hand the bikini back.




Spectators were jubilant with the success and lined up for the Staff Sergeants autograph and a chance to pinch his bottom.

Police arrest man for obscene gesture at torch relay...

A London man, Gerald Drayton, 36 has been arrested for an obscene gesture as the Olympic Torch made its way from Kingston to Hillingdon on Day 1,878.


A Police Spokesman said “Mr Drayton was arrested at the relay as he was making a gesture with his right fist closed and waving it vigorously up and down”


“He has admitted that he made the gesture, but was completely unaware that he had left his flag at home and based on that we have decided to take no further action”


Mr Drayton later said “I’m so embarrassed that I left my flag at home – to be honest I feel like a bit of a wanker”

Never knew it would go so far, but now that we're here we may aswell enjoy it...

Met up with a couple of mates, Sukh and Harj that I play football with to watch the England vs Ukraine game at the London Metropole Hotel in Paddington.

It's quite a plush place and with that goes the price of a pint at around a fiver a go, but even that does not deter the crowds as they have a large projector screen and plenty of smaller ones scattered around the place...

I turned up earlier than the other two and whilst waiting to get served, I struck up a small insignificant conversation with a bloke about football, posh bars and London life. It was no more than a few minutes to pass both his and my time...

His partner (that's a guess more than anything else) was at the bar and we swapped no more than a word or two when she asked me what I wanted. Slightly surprised, but very gratefully I asked for a pint of Stella and told her "hold on, my other 15 friends have turned up, they'll have the same" :-)

Sukh and Harj actually turned up a few minutes later and we all dispersed around the room. I did go back to ask them if they wanted a drink, but by that time she said they were done - very sweet and a nice way to start cheering for England...

As far as the football is concerned I've only got an overall view and that's the goal decision was absolutely pathetic – I felt a bit “cheated” really. I want to see a good game and us going through on merit and not because the blind B*

can’t do his job…

Overall, I thought we got lucky with the result, looked sloppy for large parts of the game, lacked the discipline to hold a good defensive and midfield line, offered no options for the wing-backs or wingers and near enough every other ball was a long punt “somewhere” – apart from that we were ok…

And they laughed at Rooney for his hair transplant without which he would not have cushioned that header into the goal…

I guess the football finished with more of a satisfactory shrug than an over joyous rapture, but it’s too early to get excited, especially when the beer is still flowing around the bloodstream.


And that's one thing I don't want; too much excitement. We've done ok so far, now it's the next step - no more, no less, Play tight, play hard, nick a goal and button down. That's what generally wins tournaments...



As we were in Edgware Road, we decided to pop along to the Beirut Express - been there a couple of time and always do a mean falafel wrap that goes down well after a few pints of Stella...:-)