I think my blog has been hijacked. I've just checked my email inbox and there are eight notifications of trackbacks from autodigest.com...I'm not even interested in cars. Does anyone know what's happening? Are they just spamming me? I don't know.

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I had a late night last night; staying up until midnight to watch 'Lost', followed by an early start this morning, travelling on the 07:20 bus to Castleford.

Obviously I'm still attending the Writer Development Programme at Yorkshire Art Circus...I'm still considering leaving the course though, because I have very little in common with most of the other participants.

I'll be looking forward to an early night tonight though, going to bed as soon as the football finishes.

LIGHT YEARS

One day,
In the distant future
When we have names
For everything in the universe
We'll know just how far we've come.

It's been reported in the local press that Doncaster's final coal mine is to close within the next few months, marking the end of an era.

When I used to live in Thurnscoe, a former pit village, eight miles to the west of here, I would frequently walk up onto the limestone ridge to the north of the village. From up there, apart from enjoying extensive views westwards towards the Pennines I could also look down into the Dearne Valley with its fifteen or so mines employing thousands of men within such a small geographical area. They've all been closed for at least a decade now; replaced in part by call centres, in part by crime and drug addiction.

RENDEZVOUS

City centre
Shadows
Square dance.

On the ring road
An epileptic fit
Of traffic lights
The way.

Ten minutes more
I tick off
The final day.

Too hot here
For reprisals.