Poems, Stories and Songs
Being Let Down.
CONVERGE CERT PRESENTATION
SPRING 2019
Gesture:
Head in my hands as it’s a sign that I have been let down.
Speech:
They said that everything would be okay but it’s awful. Lateness and a lack of understanding means that I have been let down.
Who here has ever been let down by Mental health services? (Give me a show of hands?)
Speaking openly:
I question why they have let me down. Their attitude and lack of thought means that if I am no longer here then it’s one less person who doesn’t matter to deal with.
No CPN and no after care.
A possible area of research that could be evaluated is making services stronger and more reliable so therefore preventing people from being let down.
Give me continuity and I will be on the ball with my mental health!
(Performed at the Converge Sharer – May 2019)
Thank you
SPRING 2019
Gesture:
Head in my hands as it’s a sign that I have been let down.
Speech:
They said that everything would be okay but it’s awful. Lateness and a lack of understanding means that I have been let down.
Who here has ever been let down by Mental health services? (Give me a show of hands?)
Speaking openly:
I question why they have let me down. Their attitude and lack of thought means that if I am no longer here then it’s one less person who doesn’t matter to deal with.
No CPN and no after care.
A possible area of research that could be evaluated is making services stronger and more reliable so therefore preventing people from being let down.
Give me continuity and I will be on the ball with my mental health!
(Performed at the Converge Sharer – May 2019)
Thank you
In Memory of
Joseph Huddlestone
who sadly passed away and who helped to inspire this piece
Joseph Huddlestone
who sadly passed away and who helped to inspire this piece
Left Behind
Verse one:
Trying to hide, is like being alone in a carriage, with my magic number. A lonely outlook with a vision.
Verse two:
At night some street lamps shine bright, others are dim. Some people are like creatures of the night, creating fear. Others are lonely at night and shed a tear.
Verse three:
Like a stall in an indoor market. That has lost it’s trade. Rising from the ashes. Like Lemons growing on trees. The colours of red and green and ignorance, means I should never be seen.
CHORUS:
SAY WHATS ON YOUR MIND. IT’S A TOUGH AXE TO GRIND. OLD FRIENDS LEFT BEHIND AND A CHANGE IN THE TIMES. IT FEELS WRONG NOW, TO HAVE ENJOYMENT WHEN THE STABILITY HAS GONE.
Tales of Eric
written December 2016
Eric Super Hero
A boy of 12/13 in Crewe dedicated and devoted to his passion of Man United December 1996 – 20 years ago.
One inspiring player with a rebel image, tremendous skill, strength and great ability.
Hooray pies and a lucky elephant always added to the match day experience.
Eric Happy Ending
A day which began Christmas shopping in Crewe with my mum and sister ended with a dream come true. A dad with friends for United tickets through work at Rolls Royce and Bentley landed on some tickets for united vs Sunderland.
Panic stations! He had a cell phone but I was out shopping with mum and sister so how could he get hold of me. Panic Alert! But he found me by Burton menswear, we had to then rush off to Knutsford in Cheshire to pick the tickets up and after such a panic we were there on time.
Having had tea and toast at Rebecca’s café with my mum and sister it was time for a hooray pie, meat and potato and a smell that will never leave me.
Eric Le God
Obsessed with the warm up and a guy who was French. The double winners were ready for business. Eric in the number 7 who scored a goal which sent me to heaven would make me happy once again. United had no number 10 on the pitch, but a Norwegian baby faced assassin named Ole Gunnar Solskjaer who wore number 20 and looked like he should have been in my form at Sandbach School.
Ole scored two with a bundle of energy and belief, but Eric’s body language and sense of urgency was a driving force and having scored a penalty and at 4-0 Eric’s gift for me came so close to Christmas but unwrapped early. Having seen Eric do some great things this was a dream. A one two with McClair, he lifted the ball over Perez a fellow French keeper.
The King
Eric had scored one of the greatest goals ever and I was there and it was a moment to treasure. My Dad turned to me inside Old Trafford and said Jonny boy Eric’s scored a fantastic goal.
Eric turned around with his arms out and looked like Napoleon a chip, a lob, a gift from God.
What a Goal!
All legends Wear 7
I remember thinking I am in heaven because I can see God. I was there when Cantona did that!
The football world took notice. I watch that Chip from Cantona back even now to music by Gypsy Kings and New Order!
True Faith!
Reliving that moment can help to conquer my depression.
Cantona 7 – Inspiration!
A moment from football heaven came in September 2015, me and my dad were taken to watch United vs Sunderland by his boss Andy and our current Number 7, Memphis scored.
We still sing Cantona’s name and my dad has since retired but that moment, that goal by King Eric will be in my mind forever!
Forever the king that is Eric.
A boy of 12/13 in Crewe dedicated and devoted to his passion of Man United December 1996 – 20 years ago.
One inspiring player with a rebel image, tremendous skill, strength and great ability.
Hooray pies and a lucky elephant always added to the match day experience.
Eric Happy Ending
A day which began Christmas shopping in Crewe with my mum and sister ended with a dream come true. A dad with friends for United tickets through work at Rolls Royce and Bentley landed on some tickets for united vs Sunderland.
Panic stations! He had a cell phone but I was out shopping with mum and sister so how could he get hold of me. Panic Alert! But he found me by Burton menswear, we had to then rush off to Knutsford in Cheshire to pick the tickets up and after such a panic we were there on time.
Having had tea and toast at Rebecca’s café with my mum and sister it was time for a hooray pie, meat and potato and a smell that will never leave me.
Eric Le God
Obsessed with the warm up and a guy who was French. The double winners were ready for business. Eric in the number 7 who scored a goal which sent me to heaven would make me happy once again. United had no number 10 on the pitch, but a Norwegian baby faced assassin named Ole Gunnar Solskjaer who wore number 20 and looked like he should have been in my form at Sandbach School.
Ole scored two with a bundle of energy and belief, but Eric’s body language and sense of urgency was a driving force and having scored a penalty and at 4-0 Eric’s gift for me came so close to Christmas but unwrapped early. Having seen Eric do some great things this was a dream. A one two with McClair, he lifted the ball over Perez a fellow French keeper.
The King
Eric had scored one of the greatest goals ever and I was there and it was a moment to treasure. My Dad turned to me inside Old Trafford and said Jonny boy Eric’s scored a fantastic goal.
Eric turned around with his arms out and looked like Napoleon a chip, a lob, a gift from God.
What a Goal!
All legends Wear 7
I remember thinking I am in heaven because I can see God. I was there when Cantona did that!
The football world took notice. I watch that Chip from Cantona back even now to music by Gypsy Kings and New Order!
True Faith!
Reliving that moment can help to conquer my depression.
Cantona 7 – Inspiration!
A moment from football heaven came in September 2015, me and my dad were taken to watch United vs Sunderland by his boss Andy and our current Number 7, Memphis scored.
We still sing Cantona’s name and my dad has since retired but that moment, that goal by King Eric will be in my mind forever!
Forever the king that is Eric.
1997
I was 13 years old, it was the July of 97. It was my last day in year 8 and my last day at Sandbach boys school, because I was being uprooted. I wanted to be at Sandbach boys school early that day because I was gonna be leaving all of my mates. I had a bus pass to school which was for the school contract buses because we lived at Haslington, a prosperous area where all of the boys go up to Sandbach boys school. I used to get the bus to school on Crewe road in Haslington, the bus stop was right outside my mate Gary’s house and he would see me stood outside and come out. John and Daniel who were also in my year would stand there with us.
This particular day in July 97. Me, Gary and Dean got on a bus with our pass that was bound for Winsford, which wasn’t a school contract bus. Buses for the boys school and the girls school were also separate. Anyway, me and 2 other lads jumped on the Winsford bus. We covered the letter up on our pass and we we were away. En route to Sandbach, as we were leaving Haslington and heading towards Wheelock. It came to our attention that the bus driver was drunk. Gary who was a wind up merchant said to me, Jonny. The bus driver is pissed. I said Gazza, it might be my last day but that isn’t funny. He said no honestly, take a look for yourself. I went downstairs and the driver was singing, I don’t know where I am going, but we’ll get there where it is. As we went over Wheelock bridge, the bus bounced 2 or 3 times. I thought I was gonna get killed. Gazza said, this is it Jonny lad. You are leaving me but we are gonna die.
Approaching Sandbach. I said to the driver let me go. Let me off. The doors opened and I jumped off with the bus still moving. I ran across the school field at Sandbach boys school and I fell over. I looked round as the bus carried on towards Winsford and my mate was still on the bus. I came across Captain Airs who ran the CCF force at Sandbach boys school. I told him and he went after the bus in his car. The M6 motorway isn’t far away from there and my mate was still on the bus. Anyway, the head from the bus depot came to the school to talk to me and I got the driver sacked. My mate Gary had gone back to Crewe and was sat in McDonalds.
On my last day there, I was hailed a hero. I feel like I should have died that day on that bus. My grades were good at Sandbach boys school and I was very well thought of. We moved up here and at Selby High, I suffered. I was bullied by girls and my grades went from being really good to poor. My parents split up only a year after moving and I have then gone down the route of poor mental health. Had I died in 1997. I would never have suffered and I would be remembered as a hero rather than a loser.