Both wine and bread at confirmation were fake and this small site might just attract others that experienced the same. Critical voices? Those that participate? Who knows. For those that find sympathy with a walk on the wild sides of life, mountains, rivers or forests but do not pretend to escape. Other bits and pieces the news and also odds and sods that cry out "leave it off mate". Justly a lark and maybe the lark. But the lark will often land on the cactus.
Thursday, January 29, 2009
DOES JARROW HAVE AN AIRPORT?
If it does the question is : does it need another one?
At least Parliament gave the Yarrow marchers the train fare home, even though the Labour Party of the day was anti the marchers. Today, Brown would no doubt slap a carbon footprint tax on them, for their useless burning of calories. Smith would have them fenced in on the other side of the M25. It's necessary in the fight against terorrism, you see. And Mandy would enquire why they didn't sail down on their friends' yachts instead.
The hot curry I had today will spur me to do a version of Sphincters On The Run.
But back to the subjrct we shall also do 'Arthur McBride' a true classic. *******
Arthur Mcbride lyrics Oh, me and my cousin, one Arthur McBride As we went a-walkin' down by the seaside Mark know what followed and what did betide For it bein' on Christmas mornin' Now, for recreation, we went on a tramp And we met Sergeant Napper and Corporal Vamp And a little wee drummer intending to camp For the day bein' pleasant and charming.
"Good morning, good morning," the sergeant he cried "And the same to you gentleman," we did reply Intending no harm but means to pass by For it bein' on Christmas morning "But," says he, "My fine fellows, if you will enlist Ten guineas in gold I'll stick in your fist And a crown in the bargain for to kick up the dust And drink the king's health in the morning.
"For a soldier, he leads a very fine life And he always is blessed with a charming young wife And he pays all his debts without sorrow or strike And he always lives pleasant and charmin' And a soldier he always is decent and clean In the finest of clothing he's constantly seen While other poor fellows go dirty and mean And sup on thin gruel in the morning".
"But," says Arthur, "I wouldn't be proud of your clothes For you've only the lend of them, as I suppose But you're dare not change them one night, for you know If you do, you'll be flogged in the morning And although that we're single and free We take great delight in our own company We have no desire strange places to see Althoug that your offers are charming.
"And we have no desire to take your advance All hazards and dangers we barter on chance For you'd have no scruples for to send us to France Where we could get shot without warning" "Oh no," says the Sergeant, "I'll have no such chat And neither will I take it from snappy young brats For if you insult me with one other word I'll cut off your heads in the morning". And Arthur and I, we soon drew our hogs And we scarce gave them time to draw their own blades When a trusty shillelagh came over their head And bid them take that as fair warning And their old rusty rapiers that hung by their sides We flung them as far as we could in the tide "Now take them up, devils !" cried Arthur McBride "And temper their edge in the morning!".
And the little wee drummer, we flattered his bow And we made a football of his rowdy-dow-dow Threw it in the tide for to rock and to roll And bade it a tedious returning And we havin' no money, paid them off in cracks We paid no respect to their two bloody backs And we lathered them there like a pair of wet sacks And left them for dead in the morning.
And so, to conclude and to finish disputes We obligingly asked if they wanted recruits For we were the lads who would give them hard clouts And bid them look sharp in the morning.
Oh, me and my cousin, one Artur McBride As we went a-walkin' down by the seaside Mark now what followed and what did betide For it bein' on Christmas morning.
Don't talk to me about cars! A lady ill-advisedly driving in the snow this morning knocked mine [parked outside the Burrow] for six - about £1,000 damage, I should think, though her insurance will pay, thank goodness.
"Oh", she wailed, "I turned the corner and my brakes didn't work".
What can you DO with these people? It's their brains, not their brakes, that don't function.
The woman driver who made Anticant's acquaintance was made in God's image. The snow came, not from Russia without love, but from God. God gave AC the means to buy that hulk of metal. He invented left and right and the corners we get ourselves around. We say, it is all an act of God. That we say.
No, it was the act of the lady's little girl, who insisted on being driven to school although her mother thought it unlikely that the school would be open.
At least the child WANTED to go to school, which is a point in her favour.
Word on the wire is that we were close to capacity on energy and that it suited the gov to have schools and hospitals closed.
I recently looked at a dissertation I did - some 15 years ago - which looked at energy requirement re coal gas oil leccy over the following 5, 10, 15, 30 years.
Given the 'certain' assumptions, I got a good mark.
Given NOW reality, I was well out of the park.
I would obviously have made a fine Energy Secretary or Chancellor.
At least Parliament gave the Yarrow marchers the train fare home, even though the Labour Party of the day was anti the marchers. Today, Brown would no doubt slap a carbon footprint tax on them, for their useless burning of calories. Smith would have them fenced in on the other side of the M25. It's necessary in the fight against terorrism, you see. And Mandy would enquire why they didn't sail down on their friends' yachts instead.
ReplyDeleteYou are a cynic you know !
ReplyDeleteBut maybe a few are beginning to walk their talk even if it is still a mere hobble.
Airport?
ReplyDeleteLet the buggers cycle.
with wheels of fire
ReplyDeleteI am playing today.
ReplyDeleteWill no doubt do 'Ring of Fire' and 'Proud Mary'.
The hot curry I had today will spur me to do a version of Sphincters On The Run.
But back to the subjrct we shall also do 'Arthur McBride' a true classic.
*******
Arthur Mcbride lyrics
Oh, me and my cousin, one Arthur McBride
As we went a-walkin' down by the seaside
Mark know what followed and what did betide
For it bein' on Christmas mornin'
Now, for recreation, we went on a tramp
And we met Sergeant Napper and Corporal Vamp
And a little wee drummer intending to camp
For the day bein' pleasant and charming.
"Good morning, good morning," the sergeant he cried
"And the same to you gentleman," we did reply
Intending no harm but means to pass by
For it bein' on Christmas morning
"But," says he, "My fine fellows, if you will enlist
Ten guineas in gold I'll stick in your fist
And a crown in the bargain for to kick up the dust
And drink the king's health in the morning.
"For a soldier, he leads a very fine life
And he always is blessed with a charming young wife
And he pays all his debts without sorrow or strike
And he always lives pleasant and charmin'
And a soldier he always is decent and clean
In the finest of clothing he's constantly seen
While other poor fellows go dirty and mean
And sup on thin gruel in the morning".
"But," says Arthur, "I wouldn't be proud of your clothes
For you've only the lend of them, as I suppose
But you're dare not change them one night, for you know
If you do, you'll be flogged in the morning
And although that we're single and free
We take great delight in our own company
We have no desire strange places to see
Althoug that your offers are charming.
"And we have no desire to take your advance
All hazards and dangers we barter on chance
For you'd have no scruples for to send us to France
Where we could get shot without warning"
"Oh no," says the Sergeant, "I'll have no such chat
And neither will I take it from snappy young brats
For if you insult me with one other word
I'll cut off your heads in the morning".
And Arthur and I, we soon drew our hogs
And we scarce gave them time to draw their own blades
When a trusty shillelagh came over their head
And bid them take that as fair warning
And their old rusty rapiers that hung by their sides
We flung them as far as we could in the tide
"Now take them up, devils !" cried Arthur McBride
"And temper their edge in the morning!".
And the little wee drummer, we flattered his bow
And we made a football of his rowdy-dow-dow
Threw it in the tide for to rock and to roll
And bade it a tedious returning
And we havin' no money, paid them off in cracks
We paid no respect to their two bloody backs
And we lathered them there like a pair of wet sacks
And left them for dead in the morning.
And so, to conclude and to finish disputes
We obligingly asked if they wanted recruits
For we were the lads who would give them hard clouts
And bid them look sharp in the morning.
Oh, me and my cousin, one Artur McBride
As we went a-walkin' down by the seaside
Mark now what followed and what did betide
For it bein' on Christmas morning.
***
The struggle goes on.
Hope you played as a tribute to John Martyn.
ReplyDeleteBelieve it or not, an aquaintance of mine as the person who taught JM his first few guitar chords!!
ReplyDeleteHaving, also, lost Davey Graham last month the World is a poorer place.
Indeed the struggle goes on !
ReplyDeleteYes that struggle goes on but what is way to victory?
ReplyDeleteWell, obviously, I can't tell you more or I shall have to kill you.
ReplyDeleteThings are in hand, no doubt.
In the sixties I knew someone whose parting salute was "See you at the barricades!"
ReplyDeleteMy reply was "Which side?"
How did it go with you and your friend? Did you and which sides were you?
ReplyDeleteI didn't say "a friend". I said "someone I knew".
ReplyDeleteDraw your own conclusions.
If you need to ask the price of a car then you cannot afford it !
ReplyDeleteFriends are always subversive for the "boom and bust" ideology.
Don't talk to me about cars! A lady ill-advisedly driving in the snow this morning knocked mine [parked outside the Burrow] for six - about £1,000 damage, I should think, though her insurance will pay, thank goodness.
ReplyDelete"Oh", she wailed, "I turned the corner and my brakes didn't work".
What can you DO with these people? It's their brains, not their brakes, that don't function.
Grhhh...
An Insurance "company" saw you coming I guess.
ReplyDeleteThey protected themselves !
Ah ! The risk issues of team work.
I still have a small scar on my hand which is a momento of My Dear Friend's attempt to pitch me into a bunch of brambles at a London airport hotel.
ReplyDeleteTruly, I treasure it.
One day, I will get him to autograph it.
It's their brains, not their brakes, that don't function.
ReplyDeleteIs this news???
The woman driver who made Anticant's acquaintance was made in God's image. The snow came, not from Russia without love, but from God. God gave AC the means to buy that hulk of metal. He invented left and right and the corners we get ourselves around. We say, it is all an act of God. That we say.
ReplyDeleteNo, it was the act of the lady's little girl, who insisted on being driven to school although her mother thought it unlikely that the school would be open.
ReplyDeleteAt least the child WANTED to go to school, which is a point in her favour.
Closing the schools? Whatever next.
ReplyDeleteCan you imagine all those young "Free Spirits" growing up without school - can you?
Word on the wire is that we were close to capacity on energy and that it suited the gov to have schools and hospitals closed.
ReplyDeleteI recently looked at a dissertation I did - some 15 years ago - which looked at energy requirement re coal gas oil leccy over the following 5, 10, 15, 30 years.
Given the 'certain' assumptions, I got a good mark.
Given NOW reality, I was well out of the park.
I would obviously have made a fine Energy Secretary or Chancellor.
Energy?
ReplyDeleteThat is the last thing your government wants.