I was born the son of a Yorkshire Coal Hewer, in the heart of the West Yorkshire Coal fields.
I schooled at Ferrybridge Infants, Junior and then Primary. I then moved on to Pontefract Secondary Boys School, before escaping to Castleford Technical High School.
My passion was Football [Soccer to you Yanks], I ate, slept and lived it, and it was my virtual universe. Then I met girls, and everything went swiftly down hill from there on in. [just joking! ].
While I was at school my favourite subjects were Art and Technical drawing, and I obtained top qualifications in both. This led to my Technical drawing teacher threatening to have me hung drawn and quartered, for signing up for a job with British Telecoms, as an Engineer.
Many, at times exciting, years later, I have returned to the fold so to speak, like the proverbial Prodigal son. I now find I have time to do the things I enjoy. Watercolour painting and constructing pictures, using other mediums. Writing, poetry and a novel in the pipe line. I really enjoy writing, and seeing others enjoy my work. I also like the criticism; it keeps one focused and alert! Nothing like a little mental swordsmanship, to keep one on one’s toes!
Anyway we’ll see what I can achieve, before I ‘move on’.
Swim fish, swim! swim for your life!
The fisherman's coming you're tea for his wife!
Swim fish, swim! your fastest yet,
You must swim quickly, to avoid his big net!
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By GeorgeHoward 05.2010
Epochs tumble into the hedgerows of time,
Leaving me gasping, memories of loves sublime.
Of friendships true as Eros’ arrows, timeless bonds.
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I lost a love tonight
I am rent asunder!
No crueller words ‘Et tu, Brute? ’
I have taken her staff
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She was a Lancashire lass born and bred,
Pleasing to the eye, destined to the mills, it is said.
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When it seems your life has 'bottomed out',
When it seems like love can't seek you out,
When everything you try, falls through,
When every road you take, hits 'dead end'.
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