Here’s a fun (yes, fun) writing game for kids and growed ups alike.
First off, draw around your hand.
No, the other one. The one you don’t write with.
Next, you’re going to write a word in each finger.
Think of an object, (such as a lamp, table, doll, trombone, necklace etc), and write it in your pinky finger. Don’t think too hard about it, whatever pops into your mind.
Think of a colour. Write that in your ring finger.
Name a place. Could be a town, a country or somewhere specific, like a treehouse. Write that in your middle finger. (And, don’t show the middle finger to your parents.)
Think of a shape. (Circle, triangle, hexagon, sphere, etc.) Write that in your index finger.
Finally, think of an emotion. (Happy, content, isolated, frustrated, sad, etc.) Write that in your thumb.
Now for the writing exercise.
Write a paragraph that incorporates all of the words you have written in your digits.
They don’t have to be in the order that you have written them down.
And don’t overthink it. Just let it flow. The sillier and more surreal the better.
Once you’ve finished, read out your five things then read your paragraph.
As you can see in the example above, there are three completely different paragraphs using the same five words.
You might be wondering why there are two hands in the picture above. Well, because you can play it with a family member, (if they are in quarantine with you), or you can just overlap your own hand over your previous drawing and colour in the shapes that overlapping them makes.
So, there you go. That should take up about 15 minutes of their day!
Well, they could use the paragraph as a springboard to a longer piece of prose. Or, like the example, they could do several variants using the same words.
It’s good for creativity, prose, composition, spelling, punctuation, grammar and comprehension. (But don’t tell the kids this, or they won’t want to do it!)
My daughters used to do it outside our house and up the street with the neighbours’ children.
I was walking to school the other day to pick my daughters up when I saw some lovely pastel chalk drawings on the pavement and it took me back to when I was a kid.
Some folks might think this is a bit of a cheat. I started with my kids and I’m going to finish with them. In my defence, I have two of the little rascals so I’m counting it as one post apiece.
There is nothing more precious to me on this Earth than my two daughters. Anyone who has children will know that something changes inside of you – chemically, biologically – and nothing else seems to matter.
Of course, this doesn’t apply to every parent, and true, the pesky varmints do get on your nerves a lot of the time. And yes, they bicker constantly. And they manage to talk in a stream of consciousness James Joyce would be proud of. But, when all’s said and done, they don’t outweigh all the adorable moments. I simply couldn’t live without them.
It’s been an epic year of blogging. Thank you for sticking by me and I wish you all a very happy, healthy and prosperous new year!
Right, I’m going for a lie down.
Here are my 365 things that I am grateful for:
1 My daughters
2 Water
3 Poetry
4 Baths
5-7 Notebooks, pens, pencils
8,9 Butterflies and moths
10, 11 Softball and baseball
12 Fresh coffee
13 Sound / masts
14 Indoor toilets
15 Stepping Hill Hospital
16 Birds of Paradise
17 Roget’s thesaurus
18 Mother Earth
19 Clingfilm dispenser
20, 21 Yorkshire pudding and onion gravy
22 Jorge Luis Borges
23 Classic cars
24 Curry
25 Tim Berners Lee
26 Charles Bukowski
27 Yorkshire
28 Shiraz
29 Food
30 Katell Keineg
31 Tao Te Ching
32 A roof over my head
33 Peat fires
34 Street art
35 Friends (as in – mates, not the T.V. show)
36 Wilfred Owen
37 The Penguin Café Orchestra
38 The fry-up
39 Wolves
40 W.B. Yeats
41, 42 Cherry blossom trees and haiku poetry
43 Bread
44 Boules
45 Maps
46 Refuse collectors
47 Candy Chang
48 Sparrows
49 The tomato
50 Studio Ghibli
51 Oliver Jeffers
52 Johannes Gutenberg
53 Tom Waites
54 The cello
55 Mothers’ day
56 The Phoenicians
57, 58 Bacon and brown sauce
59 Tulips
60 Fish and chips
61 Giselle
62 Airfix
63 Firefighters
64 Rain
65 Libraries
66 Raymond Carver
67 Toulouse-Lautrec
68 The Goldfinch
69 Wings of Desire
70 Silence
71 Elizabeth Barrett Browning
72-99 Ireland
100 Talking Heads
101 Sylvia Plath
102 Yorkshire Sculpture Park
103 My mum
104 Modigliani
105 Kurt Vonnegut
106-128 Electricity
129 The pop man
130-147 Comedians/comedy
148 Commando magazine
149 Pastry
150-156 Social media
157 David Bowie
158 Football
159 D-Day
160-194 France
195-230 Novels
231 Graphic Design
232 Viva! Roxy Music
233 – 274 Art
275 Betty Blue
276 Writing
277 Joy Division
278 – 287 Scotland
288 – 324 Italy
325 – 352 Photography
353 Leeds Utd
354 Love
355 Universe
356 Advertising
357 Pan’s Labyrinth
358 – 363 Democracy
364 Miscellaneous
365 My daughters II
If anyone wants to read any of the previous posts simply type the title into the search box on the right. (It’s underneath the ‘topic’ cloud.)
Not many posts to go now before I complete my 365 things to be grateful for so I shall have to be selective.
It’s been a while since the once mighty Leeds United gave me anything to be grateful for. We’ve been languishing in the lower leagues since 2004. Scandalous really, when you think about the size of the club.
Leeds United is the benchmark for how not to run a football club. And the new owner, convicted tax dodger, Massimo Cellino doesn’t appear to be fairing any better. We’re already on our fourth manager this season.
But one can’t simply change one’s allegiances because the team is going through a sticky patch. Admittedly, a decade-long sticky patch.
Supporting a football team – or any team for that matter – is an act of basic tribalism. And, as we all know, a tribe is for life, not just for Christmas. So we have to take the rough with the smooth. God knows we’ve had our fair share of rough. Even more than Wayne Rooney.
‘ave it.
Most of Leeds United’s success came in the late 60s and early 70s before I started watching them in the mid 1970s, just as they began to decline. Though, I did get to see them win the old first division title in 1992 before it changed to the Premier League.
To pay homage to that team, I have to give mention to our outstanding midfield quatro of: the combatant David Batty in the middle, partnered by the graceful Gary McAllister. On the right, the feisty and mesmerising Gordon Strachan and the on the left wing, the beguiling Gary Speed. (May the gods rest his soul.)
Honours
We won the league title three times in ‘69, ’74 and ’92.
Won the FA Cup in 1972 thrashing Arsenal 1-0. Alan ‘Sniffer’ Clarke scoring the only goal.
Won the League Cup in ’66. (Beating Arsenal 1-0.)
Won the Charity Shield in ’69, ’74 and ’92.
Lost 2-0 in the final of the European Cup in 1975 against Bayern Munich. Though we did have two penalty appeals turned down and a goal disallowed even though the ref initially gave it, then changed his mind after a lot of badgering from Franz Beckenbauer.
Billy Bremner being a perfect role model.
Won the UEFA cup in ’68 and ’71. Beating Hungarian team, Ferencváros and Italy’s Juventus respectively.
Lost 1-0 to A.C. Milan in the ’73 final of the European Cup Winners’ Cup final.
Champions League semi-finalists in 2001.
We’ll have to wait patiently until a chairperson with integrity and vision comes along to change the fortunes of the great Leeds United. And come it will, one day.
Meanwhile, here are some of their highlights.
FOOTBALL LEAGUE
1968-69 First Division champions
1973-74 First Division champions
1991-92 First Division champions
1964-65 First Division runners-up
1965-66 First Division runners-up
1969-70 First Division runners-up
1970-71 First Division runners-up
1971-72 First Division runners-up
1923-24 Second Division champions
1963-64 Second Division champions
1989-90 Second Division champions
1927-28 Second Division runners-up
1931-32 Second Division runners-up
1955-56 Second Division runners-up
2009-10 League One runners-up
FA CUP
1972 FA Cup winners
1965 FA Cup finalists
1970 FA Cup finalists
1973 FA Cup finalists
FOOTBALL LEAGUE CUP
1968 Football League Cup winners
1996 Football League Cup finalists
CHARITY SHIELD
1969 FA Charity Shield winners
1974 FA Charity Shield runners-up
1992 FA Charity Shield winners
FA YOUTH CUP
1993 FA Youth Cup winners
1997 FA Youth Cup winners
EUROPEAN CUP
1974-75 European Cup finalists
1969-70 European Cup semi finalists
1992-93 European Cup second round
UEFA CHAMPIONS LEAGUE
2000-01 Champions League semi finalists
EUROPEAN CUP WINNERS CUP
1972-73 European Cup-Winners Cup finalists
INTER CITIES FAIRS CUP/UEFA CUP
1967-68 European Fairs Cup winners
1970-71 European Fairs Cup winners
1966-67 European Fairs Cup finalists
1965-66 European Fairs Cup semi finalists
1968-69 European Fairs Cup quarter finalists
1971-72 UEFA Cup first round
1973-74 UEFA Cup third round
1979-80 UEFA Cup second round
1995-96 UEFA Cup second round
1998-99 UEFA Cup second round
1999-00 UEFA Cup semi finalists
2001-02 UEFA Cup third round
2002-03 UEFA Cup third round
LEAGUE HISTORY
1920-24 Second Division
1924-27 First Division
1927-28 Second Division
1928-31 First Division
1931-32 Second Division
1932-47 First Division
1947-56 Second Division
1956-60 First Division
1960-64 Second Division
1964-82 First Division
1982-90 Second Division
1990-92 First Division
1992-2004 FA Premier League
2004-07 Championship
2007-10 League One
2010- Championship
Record all-time goalscorer : Peter Lorimer 238
Record appearances in league matches : Jack Charlton 629
Record all-time appearances : 773 Jack Charlton/Billy Bremner
Or, Pétanque as they call it in the South of France.
If you’ve never played it before, it’s a bit like bowls, except you throw the ball underarm rather than roll it. The person whose ball is closest to the little wooden jack takes the points.
I love to have a game or two when I’m on holiday in France. The clack of metal against metal, plumes of ochre dust as your boule comes crashing down onto an opponent’s, the erratic run of the jack on a gravelly surface…
Maybe it’s because I’m a bit lazy that this genteel art appeals to me. If you can’t hold a glass of rosé in your hand whilst playing a sport, I’m not really interested. That said, I did once whup my brother at tennis while drinking a can of lager and smoking a fag.
I first took up softball in Ireland back in 1992 when I was 28 and played for about 10 years. I absolutely loved it.
For about 9 of those years I played for a team called The Thirteen Threes. (Named after the 13.3 second world record for running around a baseball diamond.) I actually did it in 13.1 seconds. No, seriously. But that was on a softball diamond which is about 30 yards shorter.
For the last year, I played for our arch nemesis – The Troops. But, to be fair, a lot of my mates played for them.
The highlight of the season was the summer cup competitions which were held over the weekend, either in Cork or Galway. For teams like us, it was just an excuse for a major piss-up. And it never failed to disappoint.
I was lucky enough to play shortstop for most of my softballing days. And saw myself very much like this…
How I see myself playing softball.
I suspect this was closer to reality…
How I actually play softball.
As I said, I loved playing the game, not just for the sport, but because of the team spirit and camaraderie, and the innumerable wonderful people I met whilst playing it.
Could’ve done without breaking most of my pinkies though. The worst was a double fracture and dislocation sliding into second base. Still, not as bad as having my palate fractured from taking a ball in the mouth. Or having my nose shattered for a similar reason. Both of which happened to teammates.
For that, I am truly grateful.
I got into watching baseball as a result of playing softball. Unfortunately, I don’t get to watch it on TV over in the UK. (Not sure why American Football deserves that much more coverage.) So I buy the odd DVD or watch clips on YouTube and imagine I’m the one getting the triple play. (I use a hairbrush as a microphone on weekends.)
This was the Thirteen Threes in Cork in about 1993. That’s me, fag in hand, dipping under the railing. Not sure where I’m going. It certainly wasn’t onto the pitch as we were spectators. I think we might’ve actually been watching The Troops in the final. (We were all mates.)
From left to right: I think that’s Al O’Donohoe (with his sweet cheeks to camera), Peter somebody (he was new), John Flynn (the gaffer), Briain Wright, Ian Doherty, yours truly, Bernadette Dooley, Tony Purcell and Liz Flynn. No idea who the geezer is on the far right. So many more teammates not in this shot who I am still close friends with today.
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