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Just Wondering

What is the best concert you've ever been to?

What are your top three albums?

If you could bring one singer/musician back from the dead, who would it be and why?


Since you asked mexpatriot -

1/ Probably Jaga Jazzist live or Yo La Tengo

2/ Yo La Tengo - Summer Sun
     Scott Walker - Tilt
     Can - Tago Mago


3/ Jimi Hendrix - he could have made some fine stuff as he was heading in a different musical direction. 

Poems Of The Week

Three short poems -


Nightsong
Poem by Adrian Henri

Ate my breakfast egg this morning
playing records from last night
woke to hear the front door closing
as the sky was getting light

No more fish-and-chips on corners
Watching traffic going by
No more branches under streetlamps
No more leaves against the sky

No more blues by Otis Redding
No more coffee no more bread
No more dufflecoats for bedding
No more cushions for your head

Though the night is daylight-saving
And the day returns too soon
Still we'll go no more a-raving
By the light of the moon


The Lesson
Poem by Roger McGough


Chaos ruled OK in the classroom
as bravely the teacher walked in
the nooligans ignored him
his voice was lost in the din

'The theme for today is violence
and homework will be set
I'm going to teach you a lesson
one that you'll never forget'

He picked on a boy who was shouting
and throttled him then and there
then garrotted the girl behind him
(the one with grotty hair)

Then sword in hand he hacked his way
between the chattering rows
'First come, first severed' he declared
'fingers, feet or toes'

He threw the sword at a latecomer
it struck with deadly aim
then pulling out a shotgun
he continued with his game

The first blast cleared the backrow
(where those who skive hang out)
they collapsed like rubber dinghies
when the plug's pulled out

'Please may I leave the room sir? '
a trembling vandal enquired
'Of course you may' said teacher
put the gun to his temple and fired

The Head popped a head round the doorway
to see why a din was being made
nodded understandingly
then tossed in a grenade

And when the ammo was well spent
with blood on every chair
Silence shuffled forward
with its hands up in the air

The teacher surveyed the carnage
the dying and the dead
He waggled a finger severely
'Now let that be a lesson' he said


Happiness

Poem by Stevie Smith


Happiness is silent, or speaks equivocally for friends,
Grief is explicit and her song never ends,
Happiness is like England, and will not state a case,
Grief, like Guilt, rushes in and talks apace

Thursday Thoughts

As I peered through the window this morning I noticed the first signs of the wintry cold out there, ground frost. Whilst it has been fairly sunny, it is bitingly chilly out there. I popped into town to get some toilet roll and other items to pour over a couple of baked potatoes.

Tim, another neighbour near me (not my cousin) said it was nippy out there after he returned from his daily pub visit.

I have nine Xmas cards now. A couple came from other residents recently.



Talking of our little corner of Faversham we are having an Xmas Gathering and raffle on the 20th. I put a couple of items I bought from charity shop visits into the raffle, so I hope some lucky souls here get them. One is a candle from Neptune and the other a picture or engraving of a VW beetle car. The latter was from the Furniture and Electrical shop of The British Heart Foundation charity in Hastings. I thought it was ugly but someone will appreciate it, I hope.

Plans for Xmas are still afoot. Leaving on 22nd and coming back a bit later on the 29th I only hope that the weather does not go all kablooey with drifting snow and all that crap, but then we always get scaremongered by our weather people every year like this.

Recent Pics

Another selection of random pics -



Picture of Hythe High Street from yesterday.



And in the opposite direction.



Recent selfie.

Good Night