{"id":9068,"date":"2015-08-25T08:00:32","date_gmt":"2015-08-25T08:00:32","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=9068"},"modified":"2015-07-29T14:17:15","modified_gmt":"2015-07-29T14:17:15","slug":"george-fripley-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/george-fripley-2\/","title":{"rendered":"George Fripley"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>On the Train to Stafford (OMG)<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>While the Leicestershire countryside<\/p>\n<p>ambled by the window<\/p>\n<p>(Oh my god!)<\/p>\n<p>its \u00a0lush green hues and rolling hills<\/p>\n<p>sparkling in the sun\u2019s glow<\/p>\n<p>(Oh my god \u2013 no!)<\/p>\n<p>beneath old church spires reaching<\/p>\n<p>up into an azure sky<\/p>\n<p>(Oh. My. GO-OD! You\u2019re kidding?)<\/p>\n<p>that soared above thatched roofs of quaint<\/p>\n<p>villages that passed on by<\/p>\n<p>(OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD!)<\/p>\n<p>I thought about the peace and quiet<\/p>\n<p>that made these journeys such<\/p>\n<p>(No! No! No! OH-MY GO-OD!)<\/p>\n<p>a pleasant memory of my youth<\/p>\n<p>before the advent of touch<\/p>\n<p>(EEIIUUW!!! Oh my-god)<\/p>\n<p>screens and mobile phones on trains<\/p>\n<p>to distract from scenic country lanes<\/p>\n<p>Omigod! Omigod! Oh my god!<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>George Fripley<\/strong> writes poetry and fiction. He also blogs on whatever comes to mind. He has had a dozen poems published both in the UK and Australia and has also published a collection of poems entitled <em>Silence&#8230; <\/em>available though Amazon.co.uk. He blogs at\u00a0<a href=\"https:\/\/anothergrumpycommuter.wordpress.com\/\" target=\"_blank\">www.anothergrumpycommuter.wordpress.com\u00a0<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; On the Train to Stafford (OMG) &nbsp; &nbsp; While the Leicestershire countryside ambled by the window (Oh my god!) its \u00a0lush green hues and rolling hills sparkling in the sun\u2019s glow (Oh my god \u2013 no!) beneath old church spires reaching up into an azure sky (Oh. My. GO-OD! You\u2019re kidding?) that [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-9068","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9068","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=9068"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9068\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":9069,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/9068\/revisions\/9069"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=9068"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=9068"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=9068"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}