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Saturday, September 13, 2008
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Desert Island Disc’s
Current mood:  chipper
Category: Travel and Places
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| My top 10, that turned into a top15, that changed to 20 |
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Ive tried many times over the years to come up with a top 10 Desert Island Disc type thing, as no doubt we all have. A collection of my favourite songs, which, for one reason or another, mean the world to me.
Well, after many hours and one or two sleepless night, i finally settled for a top 15.And then shit, i had to go for 20!
20-The Only Living Boy In New York: Simon & Garfunkel
19-Nothing Rhymed:Gilbert O'Sullivan
18-She Goes On: Crowded House
17-When An Old Cricketer Leaves The Crease: Roy Harper
16-Five Years: David Bowie
15-A Day In The Life: The Beatles
14-Feel The Benefit(parts 1,2 and 3):10CC
13-Montana Song:David Ackles
12-The La's: Looking Glass
11-You Get What You Give:New Radicals
10-Whitchita Linesman:Glenn Campbell
9-Public Image Ltd:PIL
8-Not Dark Yet:Bob Dylan
7-Roadrunner:Jnr Walker & The All Stars
6-The Kiss: Judee Sill
5-Amelia:Joni Mitchell
4-Small Hours:John Martyn
3-Family Life:The Blue Nile
2-Saeglopur:Sigur-Ros
1-Rock&Roll Friend:The Go-Betweens
My God,that was like pulling teeth | ..TABLE>
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Papillon
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Henri Charriere
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Saturday, August 30, 2008
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Looking for a kind sponsor
Current mood:  hopeful
Category: Goals, Plans, Hopes
I find myself in a very frustrating place, most of the time, creatively speaking.
I keep writing the songs, thankfully, but due to my rather unfortunate lack of money, i struggle my arse off trying to save up and get myself in the studio.
If anyone reads this and likes what they've heard and wonder's why i haven't recorded more. Well, i'm skint! Simple as that.
From what i can gather, the idea of sponsorship for artists and the like, was a common problem solver, not too long ago.
Anyway folks, i live in hope. Don't we all?
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Thursday, July 03, 2008
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Green fingers
Current mood:  stalked
Category: Food and Restaurants
Returned some books to the library a couple of weeks ago, amongst them were a number of gardening books, i think i've reached that age. I've noticed certain changes in myself, i've started glancing fervently at the lawn and borders, tipping the odd wink towards the blossoms and the buds. Anyway, one of the lovely librarians, obviously spurred on by the returning flowered covers, offered me some Tomato and pepper plants. Apparently a keen gardening Uncle had taken ill, and she had found herself with too many plants and not enough pots.
Well, fast forward a couple of weeks and our new children are sprouting upwards.
Second job of the morning, once i've put on the kettle, check the plants!
God bless Mother nature. She's some Lady.
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Thursday, November 01, 2007
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Cesar Romero Ate My Wife
Current mood:  shocked
Category: Parties and Nightlife
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| Cesar Romero Ate My Wife |
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Before anybody calls the cops or reaches for the sick bag, i must explain, i bought some cheese yesterday whilst browsing the shelves in our local Somerfields. It looked tasty enough, although of the slightly pongy, blue veined variety, it had found itself, more importantly, at a reduced rate, the reasons for this we're only made apparent post consumption. Anyway, i spotted it, and, as you do, did a quick circle of the aisle, just to cover my tracks, in case i was seen idling in the vicinity of the reduced goods section. Anyway, when the coast was clear, and with the speed of a young pickpocket on a weekend trip to the capital, whipped it into the basket.
Later that same evening, watching a recently recorded episode of the original Batman series (When the Ladies of the house have retired to their respective bedchambers, all hell breaks loose downstairs, let me tell you), i got a touch of the munchies.
Anyway, fast forward several hours, and i'm confronted with the hellish sight of Cesar Romero with his teeth buried way past their gums, in the torso of none other than Mrs Sumner. I screamed the scream, only a man under the influence of a reduced Summerfield blue cheese can scream, and awoke, covered from head to toe in sweat only to find my good lady beside me, thankfully complete.
If there is a moral to this story, and i'm sure there is, then i'm damned if i can think of it | ..>..TABLE>
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Tuesday, February 27, 2007
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70s Cinema & The Young Boy Sumner
Current mood:  lazy
Category: Movies, TV, Celebrities
I had one of my flashbacks the other day, i was sat in the Odeon on Lord Street in Southport, it was warm and cosy, i had my regulation Kia-Ora, unfortunately didn't have enough for a hot dog, but i could smell them.
I must have spent half of my youth hidden away in the Odeon. I loved the place, but more importantly, i loved going to the pictures. It was pure heaven to me. I should imagine that any decent shrink would be able to come up with a hundred different reasons why this was so, but for me i guess it was just pure escapism. For a couple of hours i felt warm and safe, i could take a trip into the future or the past, and sometimes if i was lucky, be afforded a peek, via a trailer for a forthcoming X certificate, into the mysterious adult world.
Its difficult to comprehend in this modern world of dvd's and instant satisfaction, just how wonderful a feeling it was to be sat in the dark, on the verge of seeing a film you had literally been waiting months to see. The excitment when the curtains opened and the certificate from the British film board of film censors came on the screen, just prior to the main feature.
Does anybody remember those short films they used to play in-between the pearl & deans and the film? I recall one in particular about the making of Scotch Whisky, fascinating and educational.
Ah, happy days indeed.
ps
The Odeon was demolished in the 80s to make way for a new supermarket
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Currently
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Singles Going Steady
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Buzzcocks
Release date: 14 July, 1992
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Tuesday, February 20, 2007
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Mad dogs and English teachers
Current mood:  guilty
Category: School, College, Greek
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| Mad dogs and English teachers |
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I recently drove passed the front of my old senior school and found myself wondering what had become of my old teachers? I say teachers in a very loose way, i actually don't remember learning anything from the moment i walked through the front doors, till the day we were finally released from captivity, and thrust upon an unsuspecting and still rather innocent world. I find myself nowadays, as a parent, having to tell my eldest Daughter a sort of patchwork of half truths and full blown lies when she asks me, "Dad, did you and the other kids, just sit and listen when you were in a classroom, because today during Personal Studies Jerra Bentley got caught talking and has to go to detention tonight?" "Of course we sat and listened, we had to. Remember darling, this was the 70s, teachers had permission to beat you up, if they so wished". But then i'll glance back at the tele and think to myself, well, there goes another porker. For, if i cast my mind back, and i admit, its getting a bit more difficult as each year passes, i have the most vivid recollections of a sort of mixture of One Flew Over The Cuckoos Nest meets Kes. For example, i recall an English lesson with an extremely nice natured and sensitive creature whom, for legal reasons, we shall call Miss Simms. Well, we filed in, all long hair and longer faces, a mixture of Clarks nature treks and dollcis finest. She stood before us, and with the very best of intentions, tried her upmost to enrich our young, pliable minds. I have the clearest memory of a paperback book, bouncing off the side of her head and the look on her face, a sort of mixture of bewilderment and fear. After about twenty minutes of similar types of what can only now be seen as physical abuse, she just stopped talking. Placed the book into her large carpet bag, and walked out of the door, and out of our lives forever. She never set foot into the school again. There was some talk, mostly amongst the fifth formers that she had suffered a complete and total nervous breakdown.
Youth is wasted on the young indeed. | ..>..>..>
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TAGS, Kes
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Release date: 01 January, 1999
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Tuesday, December 26, 2006
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The Genius Of Gilbert O'Sullivan
Current mood: reflective
Category: reflective Writing and Poetry
If I give up the seat I've been saving
To some elderly lady or man
Am I being a good boy
Am I your pride and joy
Mother please if your pleased say I am
And if while in the course of my duty
I perform an unfortunate take
Would you punish me so, unbelievably so
Never again will I make that mistake
This feeling inside me could never deny me
The right to be wrong if I choose
And this pleasure I get
From say winning a bet
Is to lose
When I'm drinking my Bonaparte Shandy
Eating more than enough apple pies
Will I glance at my screen and see real human beings
Starve to death -
Right in front of my eyes
Nothing old, nothing new, nothing ventured
Nothing gained, nothing still-born or lost
Nothing further than proof nothing wilder than youth
Nothing older than time nothing sweeter than wine
Nothing physically, recklessly, hopelessly blind
Nothing I couldn't say
Nothing why 'cos today
Nothing rhymed
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Currently
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The Very Best of Gilbert O'Sullivan
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Gilbert O'Sullivan
Release date: 02 December, 2003
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Thursday, December 21, 2006
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What Is A Friend?
Current mood:  thoughtful
Category: Friends
What is a friend? I will tell you. It is a person with whom you dare to be yourself. Your soul can be naked with him. He seems to ask of you to put on nothing, only to be what you are. He does not want you to be better or worse. When you are with him, you feel as a prisoner feels who has been declared innocent. You do not have to be on your guard. You can say what you think, so long as it is genuinely you. He understands those contradictions in your nature that lead others to misjudge you. With him you breathe freely. You can avow your little vanities and envies and hates and vicious sparks, your meannesses and absurdities and, in opening them up to him, they are lost, dissolved on the white ocean of his loyality. He understands. You do not have to be careful. You can abuse him, neglect him, tolerate him. Best of all, you can keep still with him. It makes no matter. He likes you. He is like fire that purges to the bone. He understands. You can weep with him, sin with him, laugh with him, pray with him. Through it all - and underneath - he sees, knows and loves you.
A friend? What is a friend?
Just one, I repeat, with whom you dare to be yourself.
- C. Raymond Beran
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Currently
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Bridge Over Troubled Water
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Simon & Garfunkel
Release date: 21 August, 2001
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Thursday, November 30, 2006
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Modern Life Is Rubbish
Current mood:  cynical
I can't decide whether its the creeping hands of old age or something more sinister, but i find myself more and more looking back instead of forwards. I try, i do honestly try, but every time i pick up a newspaper or turn on the television, its either bad news or some so called celebrity making a fool of themselves or staking a claim to rid the world of poverty or Aids. I don't know how you feel about this, but it really gets me down, why do some people, just as soon as they take a bite of the apple, feel they have to become ambassadors for the planet, a spokesperson for the people. Maybe they are just good and kind types who, in their moment in the spotlight choose to channel their passions and time into a truly worthwhile cause, in which case, i can only admire and applaud them, but on the other hand, i cant help thinking that somewhere lurking in the background just left of the makeup lady and the teleprompter there stands an advisor or a career guru of some kind.
Am i alone, or does this or any other modern day itch, get on your tits?
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Slaughterhouse-Five
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Release date: 03 November, 1991
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