 | Graham Stevens Sorry to paraphrase from the Adrian Cronauer radio personality immortalised by Robin Williams -but this is War, and in War you need two things- or maybe 3, but I was never good at counting, so perhaps four, hang on -let me look at my my toes, yep, three... or five... what ever |
You need resilience, that quality of resistance when the drill of fate tries to make a hole in your plank of life-you resist, in fact you can be like a kryptonite moth and reverse the drill, the resilience you need for the next few months will be enormous, So when we get low we can tap into some of Iestyn's dragon blood and keep the fires burning.
We need pride, in what we do and what we say-decisions that can break a heart or save a day, a simple grasp of the hand or a hug now seems a distant pleasure, as we enter into the realm of the silent dagger.
We need energy, like never before, we need Geoff's scones and a cake off and icey poles and million crackers- to shutter up those cracks that need plastering with midnight dips and where has the soup pot gone?
We need toast, and tea, and time to be,
and a chair to sit down and take in the enormity,
and courage and faith - in one another and in the processes,
We cannot survive as individuals -we must remain a team and intact and a colony of shoulders bolstering the defences, kicking against the pricks, thinking up new ways to be free of this scourge,
I fear personally for my Father, he has just turned 84 and had surgery for lung cancer in the U.K, he is is still in hospital but I feel the worst for him is yet to come.
I cannot see him, my last parent, I cannot touch him, but I can reach out to you lot with my words, and say what it means to be part of a family extant, the family that is closer now than ever before, and will remain so (1.5 metres you bastards!!),
I do like to talk a bit, as is my job, but my hair is getting grey at the thought of the next few months. I would honestly say, it has my buttocks contracting like a pair of raisins, and that is not a good luck for my generous jeans cut- I keep sitting down and missing the chair.
In summary, be nice, be positive, wear your PPE with pride (who knows maybe there will be a Priscilla PPE comp coming soon)
When we get low on energy we will sup from the dragon master,
And when we get through this- you can punch me in the face and call me a gobshite !
The Very Rev'd Dr Graz McTaz
We need pride, in what we do and what we say-decisions that can break a heart or save a day, a simple grasp of the hand or a hug now seems a distant pleasure, as we enter into the realm of the silent dagger.
We need energy, like never before, we need Geoff's scones and a cake off and icey poles and million crackers- to shutter up those cracks that need plastering with midnight dips and where has the soup pot gone?
We need toast, and tea, and time to be,
and a chair to sit down and take in the enormity,
and courage and faith - in one another and in the processes,
We cannot survive as individuals -we must remain a team and intact and a colony of shoulders bolstering the defences, kicking against the pricks, thinking up new ways to be free of this scourge,
I fear personally for my Father, he has just turned 84 and had surgery for lung cancer in the U.K, he is is still in hospital but I feel the worst for him is yet to come.
I cannot see him, my last parent, I cannot touch him, but I can reach out to you lot with my words, and say what it means to be part of a family extant, the family that is closer now than ever before, and will remain so (1.5 metres you bastards!!),
I do like to talk a bit, as is my job, but my hair is getting grey at the thought of the next few months. I would honestly say, it has my buttocks contracting like a pair of raisins, and that is not a good luck for my generous jeans cut- I keep sitting down and missing the chair.
In summary, be nice, be positive, wear your PPE with pride (who knows maybe there will be a Priscilla PPE comp coming soon)
When we get low on energy we will sup from the dragon master,
And when we get through this- you can punch me in the face and call me a gobshite !
The Very Rev'd Dr Graz McTaz
 | Graham Stevens graduated from Leicester and spent his formative years doing emergency, psychiatry and GP in England. Moving to Australia, he still does emergency and GP and in his spare time looks underwater, to the stars and into the saucepan. Not always in that order. |
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