Hi everyone Thanks for all
the support
Acknowledgments
To
condition yourself to sit and write for hours and hours is no easy task, it requires a demand
of patience from your family, which I was given unrequitedly. And so to my wife Hannah, my
soul mate, I dedicate this story. To my children Neola, Jade, Jessica, Milly and Evie, I dedicate my story. To my Father I
dedicate this story and to my brothers and sister I dedicate my story. And to my Mother long dead, I dedicate my story.
And
to the rest of my family I dedicate this story.
Motivation and Inspiration
I
would also like to thank the people listed below for there support during the completion of my book, as the many emails and
comments and requests for a copy of Twisted Chimneys has been a constant pressure
on seeing the book to the very end.
Bob
Holms, Gail Condie, Kelle Roach, Ian Clarke, Dawn F Gibson, Amanda Stinson, Janet Stalder, Gary Lloyd, Avril Baxter, Sue Ross,
Joanne Riley, David Mitchell
Ruby
Govinden, Lookman, Pete, Diane Holcroft, Michael, Carlos Lloyd
Colleen
Brunton, Elizabeth Macneill, Natasha Wagner, Barbara Byrne
Barbara
Goldstein, Lisa Peleprat, Pat Williams, David Elliot, Mandi Betterton
Sarah
Godwin, Martin Halley, Gary Eve, May Guilfoyle, Simon King, Rob Hemmings
Deb
Gleed, Carole Lesley Hyatt, Jean Finch, Liz Cameron, Nicola Hopkins
Tania
Lynam, Marie Milner, Ange, Gail Musgrove, John Wiltshire, Alison smith
Fiona
Hall, Darryl Biggs, David Clarke, Mary Gallagher, Isabell Campbell
Janice
Mitchell, Dave Boshell, Nikki Digance, K.J, Jonathan Barratt, Tracy Wiseman
Garry
Mansfield, Colin Stone, Jill Harrison, Brian Boshell, Stephen Cook, Sonia Elcock
Abbie
Elcock, Zoe Elcock, Ian Elcock, Nigel Jones, Greg Wayland, Barbara Reed
Walter
Marenghi, Euan Beales, Roxina Groom, Kevin Brodie, Sharon Biggs
Jacinta
Guilfoyle Collins, Clare Hadrell, Anna Cook, Nicole Reynolds
Amy
Violet Sturgeon, Tammy Cooke, Jade Guilfoyle, Sarah Frankland, Katie Churchill
Vince
Flood, Richard Smith, Cara Guilfoyle, Sue Guilfoyle, Chris Lynam, Stuart Whittle
Alex
Halfin, Kevin Clancy, Arthur Barry, Peter Craigie, Colin Phillips, Michelle Clarke
Carl
Howkins, Carla Wilson, Gemma Earl, Neola Guilfoyle, Joe Young, Ellen Beales
Carol
Stevenson, Jessica May Ward, Roger Stevenson, Chris Willis, Kathleen Willis
Jack
Guilfoyle
THE VILLAGE
In a skip in a walk in a
stroll, a story about, around can be told.
The place I choose to live my life, to school my kids and to play.
All
that is essential to my families day, surrounds our home like a blanket.
To know the comfort of such a village and the
people who live within it.
I see many places, and I see none, as worthy as this one, in a place where folks will pray,
will stand and share, to be together, to be there.
Never take for granted, what you cannot see
what you can touch,
but do not bother to feel.
For now I know that I am so rich in my living
and so proud of my choice.
I can scream
at the top of my voice
I would fly the flag of southminster
to heights unknown
and into this earth
the roots
of my family
will here be sown
To see the moon and wonder how the earth looks in all its glory, a
spinning ball with an emotional story, I wouldnt mind to read its page, and venture in to view its rage. For all thats hidden
beneath the clouds is not as one would hope to find, a planet in possession of a furious species they call mankind..
LAST NIGHT WAS VERY EXCITING,
(January 2009) I DECIDED TO GO AND SEE THE FINAL AT ELSTREE FOR CELEBRITY BIG BROTHER I MUST SAY IT WAS VERY GOOD TO BE A PART OF AND SO CLOSE
TO THE ACTION. ONLY
6 FEET AWAY FROM DAVINA I STRONGLY RECOMMEND IT TO ANY MACHO MAN
Get up early at the weekends - it is very rewarding. My achievements 2009 so far other than work: Completed
my Book soon to go on sale Written a book of Poems soon to be proof read and published Designed my Websites Designed a fantastic Logo Coined
a phrase (Life is a relentless barrage of situations only broken by sleep) My Personal Goals for 2009
Write a song late 2010 - I havent started this yet! THE REASONS FOR BEING ME LIFE
JOURNAL Created on 30th July 2009 Probably the best book in the world...
A
weekday in the life of Pat G
Alarm awake
Stretch take
Breakfast make
Shower take
Car drive
Road survive
Work arrive
8 till 5
Targets set
Meetings met
Journey home
Wife to phone
Key twist
Wife kissed
Kids missed
Family fun
Clear up done
Bath run
Story read
Kids in bed
Sofa (Red)
DVD,TV, This is me
The Song
Knowing me, knowing you there is nothing I can do
look at me, wanting you with smiling love in my eyes for youoooo
Lucky me, lucky you, thats the best that
iiii ca,a,a,aan do.
Hi darling all my love as always
Pat G
18th January 2009
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I AM A DRIP
I remember many many years ago I left the cold metal and
stretched as I dropped, splash, explode, rings settled and bubbles hovered as the plug was pulled. Dizzy, fast,
spiralling round and down in the cold and dark I began a very familiar journey. A vast expanse of fluid lay
ahead with so much area to journey I stretch as I ride the mountains and hug the fish. The cold currents and the warm
waters with the wind and rain I have travelled for so many years to oceans round the globe. I have seen the
earth for I AM the water and the liquid of life itself I have been and will always be for All eternity. And
again in such familiar circumstance the sun has lifted me up into the sky and the wind has taken me for a ride, with
the cold and angry clouds crashing into each other. I have listened and I have been dropped into the world onto the roofs
and into the prison of pipes moving slowly patiently along the metal once again eventually I have reached the
spout and again I stretch out happily as I am just a drip awaiting the journey of life.
By Pat Guilfoyle
whilst running a bath I noticed a drip i wasnt sure if it wanted to leave the
tap, and where was it going???
made me think for a moment!!!???
Chuck A Left - My "APPROACH" to the Athletes Village
Leaving Stratford station I chuck a left.
Smokers tread the gum
littered pavement hard
At Angel Lane I chuck a left and check my card.
The Ramp ahead it gives me grief, I push
myself and grit my teeth.
Down to the railway pub I chuck a left, a steady stream we flow.
Toward the gate the check
awaits, we chuck a left and the flow it breaks.
The dog he sniffs our bags we show, our cards agreed and on we go.
On we march the village bends, up the steps the workforce sends another gate we chuck a left.
Now we see the village
raw, proud am I that this I saw.
Its all worth while my mind accepts as I climb another bridge, I see my plot
upon the ridge, down I go I chuck a left, the journey beaten and in I go.
My approach
is emotional, I smile and my brow I wipe!! as the metal turns, my card I swipe.
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When I left School I didn’t know
what to do! I left that
place of learning, strictly was its game, I quickened my pace, and I began my race to leave my past insane. The gallop ahead, the ground I tread, the shovel from the
shed, and a waste of an education they said! I watched my dad he turned that soil, he lay the pipes and he tipped the spoil, I studied and I learned and copied
and yearned for more input. And
so, the years passed slowly and the boy became the man, he had left the school too early they said he would never make it
I hope he has a plan. From the ground
there spawned a soldier who mastered his groundworks game, he reached to heights of wisdom as the game
became his plan. Structures left
behind as trophy’s and offers held in triumph, he marched the London turf. The boy the man the groundworker
had galloped from his birth. He
grew up a groundworks labourer and he trod with heavy hoof, he didn’t know the plan ahead until his father shone with
proof. His
destiny those circles, where his challenge lay afoot. A Captain King and General all titles won and took. And so, wish me luck in stratford as the battle lies ahead, I sometimes feel so proud of the boy who
took the shovel from the shed! Pat G, off to build
a very special structure at the Olympic Park, November 2009 http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/england/london/7981875.stm
XFactor Application Form
I obtained a copy to fill it in, they said I should,
that I might win and I knew I could, it was now that the time was right, and I would queue to win this fight.
I was
ready to sing the song, to march the walk, and cry with the throng. My kids one day will learn from this, that if you’re
ready don’t hesitate and miss, an opportunity to discover life is a journey filled with fun, and opportunities await
to be won.
And so the day came quickly and I shone with glee, I stood with the friends who were also the enemy,
we giggled and laughed attached by a fate.
To hold eachothers hands and wait to discover each others talents with worry, as
the friend may win and I will be sorry.
The auditions over, a wrinkle now strained into my brow with worry and pains,
to the next hurdle I sang my way; the public carried me some of the way.
The Judges frowned and smiled and muttered,
the stress was intense and the singing stuttered. I lay at night thinking what have I done, this is a competition that must
be won, with so many beautiful voices all fighting mine, with judges as mentors that was my sign.
I cannot lose as
the judge is my partner; and depends on me and my voice to send emotion to those with the choice, no matter what, the wear
and tare, just be aware. I must be brave as I knew I should, and scream that sound and shout, and win for good.
And it worked as they loved me; and I was then found, so on to the final I marched
with a melancholy sound.
The day was here and the panic set in, how the hell I was going to win. I am not the person
the nation thinks that I am.
I never realized when I made my plan that the stress was so painful and I doubted
if I can. Many friendly enemies have fallen by the way, now they cheered me along to my day.
I sang at the final and
as I knew I would, and the fireworks went off as I knew they should.
I was declared the winner of XFactor 2009, oh
my god what a time, with my confidence set and my win in my mind.
And so………….
I
rose from my chair and I reached for the Pen I filled in the application form and decided to send.
Live your dream,
be the person you you desire and you will achieve......
Pat Guilfoyle 28th February 2009
HANNAH VALENTINE
A GIRL I MET ON MY WAY TO SOMEWHERE ELSE
IT WAS 1995 WHEN I FIRST HEARD HER VOICE
I TRIED TO IMAGINE THE GIRL WITHIN.
SHE DIDNT HAVE AN EMOTIONAL RETURN THEN
BUT SHE DID MAKE ME THINK WAS THAT A SIN.
MANY MONTHS PASSED TILL WE MET BY CHANCE
AND I WAS INTRIGUED BUT NOT RELENTING.
AS I FORCED MY WORDS UPON HER WORLD
THE SOULS WERE TRULY CEMENTING.
ANOTHER YEAR PASSED AND OUR SOULS NEVER ASKED
WHO AND WHY ARE WE WAITING.
IT WAS OBVIOUS TO THE HEART THAT WE SHOULD NOT BE APART
BUT OTHER SITUATIONS WERE IMPENDING.
HOWEVER, WITH SOULS NOW ENTWINED THE PHYSICAL COMBINED
JUST THE BODY AND MINDS WERE RESISTING.
AND EVENTUALLY WE FELL
UNDER THE ETERNAL SPELL
OUR BACKS TO THE GROUND AND CARESSING
THE SMILE THAT WAS THINE WAS NOW WRITTEN IN TIME
AND THE BONDS WERE WELDED FOREVER.
WE JOURNEYED FOR YEARS WE HAD LAUGHTER AND TEARS
WHICH WE USED TO PATCH UP OUR HOLLOWS
AND FOREVER AND A DAY ON A TWISTED PATH WE CUT OUR WAY,
TO A FUTURE WITH MUCH UNDERSTANDING
AND AS FAR AS I KNOW SHE WILL ALWAYS BE MINE
SHE WILL ALWAYS BE FINE
AND SHE WILL ALWAYS BE MY
HANNAH VALENTINE
All my love
for tomorrow and eternity not just for today
Pat
24th January 2009
Just want to thank Janice
Mitchell from Friends Reunited for advising me that the spinning device you see on top of a Chimney is called a Grannie.
That fits in well with the
concept of the whole site, will have to think of something to write about that. Well done Janice
I used to drink a lot but not anymore, whew!! thank god, and when I do slip up this is the result!!
THE HANGOVER
TO WAKE TO THINK, TO SMELL
TO STINK OF FAGS AND DRINK, TO LAY AND TO SMELL AND LISTEN AND YELL, TO BLINK AND RUSH TO STAGGER AND HUSH, TO WISH BUT HOW
AND WHY,, TO HIDE AND CRY,, THE FUN IS DONE, TO REPAIR AND STARE, AND HOPE THEIRS CARE, FOR GUILT TO LEAVE, AND HEALTH TO
RECIEVE,,
TO WAIT FOR MONDAY for thats
when things will seem better...................................
Neola would like to share her goals for 2009 Learn to
save, its the most difficult thing in my life its hard to save to live tomorrow when I want to spend to live today.
They
They had loved and they had fun
They invented me, and off I swum.
I swam fast from my father to my mother
I won that race and began, becoming, another.
They had questions, what will I be?
They waited for the new child in their family.
They screamed with pain, and then they screamed with joy
They seemed happy when they saw I was a boy.
They pulled me out and they made me dry
They smiled and they laughed and they made me cry.
They took me home and they placed me in a cot
They taught me how to feed and they sat me on a pot.
They showed me how to crawl then they showed me how to walk
They showed me how to listen and they showed me how to talk.
They sent me off to school, and they showed me how to learn
They showed me how to work and they showed me how to earn.
They sent me out to gather money, where I spent most all my day
They asked for keep on Fridays, which came out of my pay.
They said its time to leave as their child was now a man
They said they loved me, keep in touch, go out and make your plan.
When
They were gone I noticed all that they had done
They had everlasting love that night many years ago, when they had so
much fun
By Pat Guilfoyle Please make sure you sign the Guest Book at the top of the Home page,
UNDERSTANDING THE PAST AND THE FUTURE WHILST MISSING THE PRESENT
It was like holding a heap of rice grains in my arms, leaning back careful not to drop one, they were my
memories. I am an absent minded man, where could I store this valuable information. In my book, on this website, that then
gave me the time to understand the past, live a very creative present and plan the future.
Very rewarding and suggest everyone tries it, as we can often live in the past and wait for the future.
Many friends appearing on Facebook these days, I have 2 groups of my own Twisted Chimneys,, Southminster,,Basildon,,
Essex and beyond and Southminster Official Facebook Daily Gossip Column
Loving it!!
IT
I CANNOT SEE IT AND I CANNOT TOUCH
IT AND I CANNOT FEEL IT
THEREFORE I CANNOT TELL IF IT
IS REAL
I CANNOT SMELL IT AND I CANNOT HEAR IT
I KNOW I WANT IT AND I KNOW I
NEED IT SO WHERE IS IT
AND NOW
I HAVE FOUND IT I HAVE EMBRACED
IT I HAVE MET IT
I HAVE WITNESSED IT I HAVE FROWNED
UPON IT
I HAVE LAUGHED AT IT AND I HAVE
TASTED IT
IT
WAS HIDING IN THE FACES OF MY WIFE AND 5 CHILDREN
MOTIVATION
DONT START YOUR FUTURE WITHOUT
IT
By Pat Guilfoyle
logos 1 The Stream of Time
In Crystal it calls, in gravity it falls and in
humanity it shows
In me it flows.
In future it tells of harm and yells, stop the
clock!
In red they come in love they run, for them less
fun.
To the past we sail and build a tale of whats
ahead.
For Ray and for Lea time is the enemy and the
friend.
To save today, they must find the way.
In London, Southminster and Greece.
Only they hold the truth
to summon their youth
for peace!
Pat Guilfoyle and Gary Eve reunion early 2009
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