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As this is a blog dedicated to social networking, I thought you might be interested in this new Shropshire Health Awareness campaign – driven by Facebook.

Shropshire NHS is looking for wannabe models to star in their advertising campaign to launch the NHS Health Check. Participate (if you qualify) or spread the word to any friends and family members who do, or nominate them.
Go on, it’s all in a good cause. Get yourself, friends or family members exposed and we mean really exposed!

To launch the start of your new ‘celebrity status’ in Shropshire, just click this link http://www.facebook.com/FreeHealthCheck then watch the video, participate and become a Shropshire advertising icon!
We would love feedback – even the cruel sort!

Cheers
Tony Lucas

I sit here on “my hill” alone but for my thoughts.
The warm sun kisses my face like no mortal dare
It grabs me and stops me in my tracks
I relax here like no other place on earth. My Hill.

In the distance cattle graze unaware of my thoughts
Heads down just eating, eating, as if it were their last meal
So many people in the distance, so many working
Ploughing, walking, driving, all with thoughts and dreams

I feel like an observer, a judge, a spectator on life, not in it
I wonder if others dare go to where I am right now
A time of reflection, self-pity, judgement, a time of reckoning.
All my senses are alive unburdened of their daily routine

The summer’s haze fades the farthest view as the ground shimmers in the distance,
Butterflies caress the ground in flight, then settle, but only for a second.
Their flight of fancy catching the eye as if this dance was their last,
They tussle mid-air as if to celebrate their very existence.

The smell of harvest floats on the breeze, it fills my lungs with the taste of my youth
The days spent running in fields and climbing trees, running around My Hill
Days when the summer sun went on forever, or at least so it seemed
The memories of rain and dark clouds conveniently erased as we grow into adulthood.

Here is peace. Here is the part world that I have come to love, just showing off.
I am no stranger here, I am embraced and empowered with a faith
That faith is strong, it has the power to draw me to it like a moth toward light
I feel as one with my surroundings, I am happiest here, its where I belong. My Hill.

Being Cornish born and bred, I now live in Shropshire. Throughout my Cornish childhood my Cornish mother taught me how to make proper Tiddy-Oggie’s (Pasties) and I feel I do the Pasty justice when I make one.
If a Cornish man living in Shropshire can no longer call the pasty he has just baked a Cornish pasty then what does he call it?

I also wonder what the EU will do when someone complains about the brand name ‘Mars Bar’?

So if it’s made in Ireland,
manufactured perhaps in Skye,
will it have it’s name of origin?-
and be know as just a pie?

And if some ‘Cornish Pisky’
who for Pasties is quite famed,
have to call ‘em turnovers,
or something stupidly named?

Since the recent VAT increase I am finding it really tough making ends meet money-wise. I appreciate how challenging it is getting the ledgers to balance in these most trying times, and consequently I feel it would be extremely selfish of me to ask for an increase in my state pension.

Since his departure from number ten Downing Street it seems Gordon has gone walk about. Therefore I have no means of contacting him direct. For countless weeks I have taken it upon myself to watch Prime Ministers question time on the tele hoping to catch a glimpse of him on the benches. (I must say you look eminently practiced at the box)

Sorry I digress! The truth is I’m wondering if ‘Old Gord’ has him-self fallen upon hard times and has sold the shares he selflessly purchased for me out of the tax revenue’s I had paid to him when he was Chancellor of the Exchequer? Which brings me to wonder if he has done a runner with my money?

If, by chance you catch a glimpse of him lurking in some dark corner of Westminster tell him to stop sulking and send me my share money. I need it to purchase a couple of litre’s of petrol. And by the way I am still awaiting reply to my letter dated 11thFeb 2011Ref: VAT.
Once again I remain.
Your obedient servant and Queens Subject
The Codger

Apparently the predicament Her Majesty’s subject’s now find themselves in was brought about by (Call me prudent) ex Prime Minister Gordon Brown and his predecessor the ex Prime Minister Tony Blair (The man who started a war in Iraq and became a peace envoy to the Middle East)

In order to balance the books and bring the country back from a financial abyss you (Rightly or wrongly) increased the VAT threshold from seventeen and a half percent to twenty percent. This has in affect reduced Her Majesty’s subject’s standard of living overnight.

Though we may understand the dilemma you found yourself in when you opened the purse and found a note telling you there is nothing left, we do not appreciate having our pockets fleeced of the few shekels we put away for a rainy day.

Please set our minds at rest and confirm that as soon as you have steadied this country’s economy you will reset the VAT threshold back down seventeen and a half percent.

Awaiting a prompt reply
Your obedient servant and Queens Subject
The Codger

They tell me, that no matter where you may be, there is a rat within three feet of you.
Conceivably those in charge at Wrekin Councils offices in the Telford Town Centre should consider calling in the rat catchers whilst they can.

Whilst on the subject of rats, we are encouraged to recycle as much of our waste as humanly possible. Last year having gone to the expense of purchasing a composting bin, I thought I would do my bit for the environment and took up composting with gusto. Within a few short months I discovered my bin had become a rat hotel. No more composting for me.

Who’s a dirty little rat then?
The Codger