Thursday, 31 December 2015

HAPPY NEW YEAR

My Dad always used to love to celebrate New Year, due I believe to his army days in WW2 with a Scottish regiment The Cameron Highlanders.
My dad c 1940`s
I remember we had some pretty big parties at home in my teenage years. Here's thinking of you Dad.

 

I wish you all A HAPPY NEW YEAR.

Wednesday, 30 December 2015

Floods and Rhombus in York December 2015

We had originally planned to take our caravan to York and stay overnight, spending the day in town, have a rest then go to The Fulford Arms for the gig, but when the floods hit Yorkshire and with more forecast we changed plans somewhat.
York in Flood
Plan B. we left home at lunch time and drove to York, to a large Fish and Chip restaurant on the northern ring road. After that we took our car to a “Park and Ride” (You leave your car on the outskirts of town and a bus takes you in to the centre) and spent a couple of hours around this historic city. The floods had gone down a lot but the River Ouse was still over and into a lot of shops, pubs and people`s homes. From the main bridge I took this pic.

York in Flood
By 3 O` clock it was beginning to get dark so we returned to our car and headed to the Fulford Arms. Only to find the A19 road was still closed, a lengthy diversion eventually got us there by 6 O` clock time.
The gig wasn`t due to start till 8, but Andy, Rob and Alixandrea of Rhombus where already there with partners, so we got some drinks and talked, then Ade and Clare arrived, followed by Patrick and his family completing The Lost Souls. We ordered food. Edward`s arrival made Rhombus complete. I don`t think Chris had seen a band set-up and sound check before, and was quite interested in watching the sound engineer`s work.

The Lost Souls
Been surrounded by so many cool people I call friends this was guaranteed to be a great night, and it was! The Lost Souls were on great form Johnny ain`t Coming and Facebook girl been two of my favourites.

Rhombus
Then came Rhombus, It`s no secret that Chris is not into the music the same as me, so with this in mind, I didn`t take my now usual place on the dance floor, but I could not resist dancing luckily there was room where we sat. Again I am a big fan of Rhombus so I loved the whole set from start to finish. I`ll pick What You Wanted, Leave You To Burn, the lovely Shimmer and A Moment Today as my favourites, that is till they played Anywhere and ended with Timeless & Elegant.

Rhombus, (not my pic.)
It always seems to take a while to say all the “Good byes” at the end of a marvellous evening but we had a 30 mile drive home and the wind was getting strong. Till next time…  

Wednesday, 23 December 2015

Wokingham Street Art

When in Wokingham one of my favourite things apart from of cause seeing my Grandkids and family. Is to see the graffiti  
Wokingham Graffiti
 
Wokingham Graffiti
 
Wokingham Graffiti
Wokingham Graffiti
Wokingham Graffiti
 

Wednesday, 16 December 2015

Natures Fairy Lights

Knitted fog on the bare winter branches.
 
 
A typical December morning in Yorkshire.


Tuesday, 15 December 2015

Christmas Everywhere ?

I could put some candles in this and call it a Christmas decoration.
But it`s just what I have raked up from a lawn.

Wednesday, 9 December 2015

THE SICK NOTE SONG


I had a shall we say “tummy upset” last week which really knocked me sideways, two days in bed and two days just sat on the sofa, went back to work on Tuesday but still having to take it easy. Anyway it made me think of the following ditty which I heard a few years ago. According to the internet it was an old Irish folk song from the 1850`s, if so it`s free form copy write, but anyway.  IT IS NOT MINE

The River Wharfe in Yorkshire, after heavy rain this week.

Dear Sir I write this note to you to tell you of my plight
For at the time of writing I am not a pretty sight
My body is all black and blue, my face a deathly grey
And I write this note to say why Paddy's not at work today.

Whilst working on the fourteenth floor, some bricks I had to clear
To throw them down from such a height was not a good idea
The foreman wasn't very pleased, the bloody awkward sod
He said I had to cart them down the ladders in my hod.

Now clearing all these bricks by hand, it was so very slow
So I hoisted up a barrel and secured the rope below
But in my haste to do the job, I was too blind to see
That a barrel full of building bricks was heavier than me.

And so when I untied the rope, the barrel fell like lead
And clinging tightly to the rope I started up instead
I shot up like a rocket till to my dismay I found
That half way up I met the bloody barrel coming down.

Well the barrel broke my shoulder, as to the ground it sped
And when I reached the top I banged the pulley with my head
I clung on tightly, numb with shock, from this almighty blow
And the barrel spilled out half the bricks, fourteen floors below.

Now when these bricks had fallen from the barrel to the floor
I then outweighed the barrel and so started down once more
Still clinging tightly to the rope, my body racked with pain
When half way down, I met the bloody barrel once again.

The force of this collision, half way up the office block
Caused multiple abrasions and a nasty state of shock
Still clinging tightly to the rope I fell towards the ground
And I landed on the broken bricks the barrel scattered round.

I lay there groaning on the ground I thought I'd passed the worst
But the barrel hit the pulley wheel, and then the bottom burst
A shower of bricks rained down on me, I hadn't got a hope
As I lay there bleeding on the ground, I let go the bloody rope.

The barrel then being heavier then started down once more
And landed right across me as I lay upon the floor
It broke three ribs, and my left arm, and I can only say
That I hope you'll understand why Paddy's not at work today.

Tuesday, 1 December 2015

The Second Black Mass Against The Cuts at The Packhorse, Leeds. Saturday 28th November

Hosted and created by Joel, so “What could go wrong?”
Opening the night was The Undead Poets Society. Poetry to violin music.
The Undead Poets Society
Next up was Kittinger Freefall a young two piece band billed as “dark post-punk guitar action”
Kittinger Freefall
Then came Joel in his role as Dark High Priest, Harbinger of doom, Political Warrior and near stand-up comic. It was great, we drank from our chalice (well pint glasses) and hailed Satan while keeping a straight face, well no I couldn`t keep a straight face. It was fun.
Joel, The Dark High Priest.
Following that was Viet Bong, Joel`s “Satanic doom metal” band.  A great round off to the night.
Viet Bong
So despite wind, rain and near freezing conditions outside, inside it felt like the bands were playing just for me, and a mate. What a night, even the unstoppable Joel had to sit down!!
Joel, needing a sit down.
 

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