Friday 30 November 2018

From The Mind of Merc - Profundity

Sometimes I find my mind wandering over various eclectic topics ad occasionally I am inspired to write some of them down. Today I was thinking about profound moments – the moments when realisation strikes us like an epiphany and leaves us awestruck. Here are the best ones I’ve found on my travels through the internet. Once you’ve got to grips with one, feel free to move on to the next one.


  • Every book you’ve ever read is just a different arrangement of 26 letters
  • The only time the word incorrectly isn’t spelled incorrectly is when it’s spelled incorrectly
  • The 2 ee’s in Bee are silent
  • The first teacher ever never went to school
  • Using a computer to buy a new one is the equivalent of getting it to dig its own grave
  • To dinosaurs, we live in a post-apocalyptic future
  • To your stomach, all potatoes are mashed potatoes
  • Everything we eat is processed sunshine
  • Your shadow means that light that has travelled 93 million miles has been deprived of reaching the ground by you
  • Nighttime is the natural state of the universe and daytime is only caused by a nearby, radiating ball of flame.
  • Going to bed so you’ll feel better in the morning is the human equivalent of turning off and on again
  • Today is the oldest you’ve ever been and the youngest you’ll ever be
  • There will never be any more people older than you than there are right now
  • The person directly in front of you also the person furthest behind you
  • A different version of you exists in the minds of everyone who knows you
  • You’ve never looked at your own face
  • Everyone sees world in unique way – their death = death of that world

And finally,
  • There was a time when your parents put you down and never picked you up again

Monday 26 November 2018

Bored - !!!NEW!!!

For all those who clock-watch at work or feel that time somehow goes slower between 9 and 5. This is for you.

Spoiled Bored not by Joss Stone
I really thought that I'd be better in a new job
And while that’s not completely wrong
The dullness that I’m experiencing right now, it makes my heart sob
And it’s been going on for far too long

See I thought that I wanted out but
Now I’m in a different rut
So I wrote a new song

Because I'm bored at my job yeah
No matter how I try to pass the time
Just can’t seem to occupy my mind
I'm bored at my job yeah
The work there is it’s just too slim to last
How much I wish to make the time go fast
I'm bored

I tried to tell myself that there’d be more to do in a month or two
But sadly that was 'bout a year ago
I've never known boredom so as complete as this, I just feel so blue
And my mind has got nowhere to go, oh no

Because I'm bored at my job yeah
No matter how I try to pass the time
Just can’t seem to occupy my mind
I'm bored at my job yeah
The work there is it’s just too slim to last
How much I wish to make the time go fast
I'm bored

And no matter how hard I try to I simply just can’t 
Believe that this job is meant to be full time
There ain't no way I'm getting more to do
I don't know what I am going to do
I’m yawning, snoring, cos I know it’s true

I'm bored at my job yeah
No matter how I try to pass the time
Just can’t seem to occupy my mind
I'm bored at my job yeah
The work there is is just too slim to last
How much I wish to make the time go fast

I'm bored

Sunday 11 November 2018

Albert & The Cannon - !!!NEW!!!

Today marks the 100th anniversary of the armistice of the First World War.
100 years ago today, 4 years of bloodshed and strife finally ended and the world knew peace once more.
In honour of this, I have penned a parody piece of an infamous monologue by a great British comedy actor.

Albert & The Lion Cannon not by Stanley Holloway
There’s a famous place in France called The Somme,
About as much fun as Verdun,
Where Mr and Mrs Ramsbottom
Were soon to send Albert, their son.

A grand little lad was young Albert,
All dressed in his kit; what a guy
With a gun with a bayonet on it,
The finest the gov’ment would buy.

They didn’t think much of the fighting:
The war, it was fiddlin’ and small,
There was no news of anything dreadful,
Fact, nothing to fear of at all.

So, thinking no more of the danger,
They sent off their son to the front,
To fight for his king and for his country,
A risk but maybe worth a punt.

There were one great big cannon called Wilhelm;
The spiller of many men’s blood-
It lay behind German defenses,
With its base many feet in the mud.

Now Albert had heard about battles,
How they was ferocious and mad-
To see No Man’s Land looking so peaceful,
Well, it didn’t seem right to the lad.

So straightway the brave little feller,
Not showing a morsel of fear,
Took his gun with a bayonet on it
And charged ‘cause he thought the coast clear.

You could see that the Germans didn’t like it,
They fired Wilhelm at Albert’s head,
Their aim was unfortunately spot on,
And down fell the little lad dead.

Soon Pa, when told of the occurence,
And didn’t know what to do next,
Said “Mother! Yon cannon’s killed Albert”,
And Mother said, ‘Well I am vexed!”

Then Mr and Mrs Ramsbottom-
Quite rightly, when all’s said and done-
Complained to the army commander,
That a cannon had murdered their son.

The Major was quite calm about it;
He said “Oh, I’m sure it’s a joke.
How do you know it’s your boy that’s been killed?”
Pa said “How’d I know? Here’s the note!”

The General had to be sent for.
He came and he said “What’s all this?”
Pa said “Yon cannon’s killed Albert,
And we thought that they always miss.”

The Mother said, “Right’s right, young feller;
I think it’s a shame and a sin,
For a cannon to go and kill Albert,
We don’t have another like him.”

The General wanted no trouble,
He tried to send them both away,
Saying “Don’t bother me with this matter.”
And Pa said “Oi! Can’t you hear what we say?”

Poor Mother had got a bit upset
When she thought that her Albert had gone.
She said “No! Someone’s got to be summonsed”-
So that was decided upon.

Then off they went to the enquiry,
In front of the Magistrate bloke;
They told ‘im what happened to Albert,
And proved it by showing the note.

The Magistrate gave his opinion
That no one was really to blame
And he said that he hoped the Ramsbottoms
Would have further sons to their name.

At that Mother got proper blazing,
“And thank you, sir, kindly,” said she.
“What waste all our lives raising children
To feed ruddy cannons? Not me!”