Wednesday, 28 April 2010
Friday, 23 April 2010
Sunday, 18 April 2010
Tuesday, 13 April 2010
My musical education has been sadly limited. I can often be heard emitting a tuneless, repetitive truly indescribable dirge, some say humming sound of awesome unmusical proportions. (I do not usually know I am doing this. If I close my eyes I can still hear my mother, God rest her soul, sending forth the same, some say strange sound. Heredity is a wonderful thing.) But this does not mean I lack an appreciation of all things musical. With this in mind I would like to offer, for your delectation, two musical renderings that caught my eye and cannot fail to appeal. So sit back, close your eyes and, as they say in these modern times, 'enjoy'. For there's nothing like a fine tune or a well sung melody to gladden the heart. And, being tone deaf, my musical offerings are nothing like fine tunes or well sung melodies! (My music teacher at secondary school didn't have me standing in the back row for nothing)
Thursday, 8 April 2010
I see that Yorkshire rhubarb was awarded Protected Designation of Origin status. (Joining Cornish sardines, Melton Mowbray pork pies and Swaledale cheese.) Now the move is on to get Yorkshire Pudding on the list. Still I suppose they are all healthy foods unlike the popcorn sold in cinemas. According to the Food Standards Agency (FSA) there are 1,800 calories in a 375g bucket of sweetcorn. A stick of rhubarb in the cinema might be a better alternative.
Plus fish and chips were in the news in March. Evidently the sales of cod are down. We are increasingly eating pollock or catfish (Pangasius) instead of cod. Which is OK, but what I want to know is, do we KNOW when we are served the alternatives?
Common sense still seems to be in short supply. The driver in Scotland who faced a fixed penalty fine for blowing his nose in traffic whilst stationery had his case dismissed. And the lady in Sandwell whose two gnomes, pot tortoise and 'welcome' plaque were removed due to 'fire safety rules' had them returned by the embarrassed council. But the bingo callers in Sudbury, as decreed by the council, still can't call out 'two fat ladies, 88' in case anyone is offended.
About on a par with Northampton Borough Council, who have decided, on 'health and safety' grounds police officers must have ten hours training before they are allowed to ride a bicycle on duty. You feel like laughing at such crass stupidity. Except that there can be serious consequences. An inquest in Scotland heard that a potholer died because a public volunteer was not allowed to use lifting equipment available at the scene of an accident. It took four hours for those allowed to use the equipment to arrive. How sad and pathetic is that. Will we ever learn.
The unluckiest man of the month. The bank robber in Tennessee shot dead by the police on St Patrick's Day. Dressed as, guess what, a leprechaun, and I thought leprechauns were lucky. Mind you, he had done a bank hold up successfully three days before Christmas dressed as Santa Claus.
The most philosophical man of the month. The banker in Wellington, New Zealand who stole $18 million from the ASB Bank. He spent $6.8 on prostitutes and wasted the rest! On wine and property. (Only joking, ladies!)
And the bravest man of the month. Sanal Edamaruku, who challenged a tantric guru to kill him live on Indian television. After several frustrating hours the holy man gave up. But gripping television, beats Coronation Street into the proverbial 'cocked hat.'
Saturday, 3 April 2010
But eventually the inevitable happened. Poor but still handsome the couple decided to live their lives together; definitely a case of 'for richer, for poorer.' On the 4th of April 1970 'the deed was done', 'the knot was tied' at St John the Evangelist Church, Newbold, Chesterfield.
The honeymoon night was spent in Knutsford (No jokes please) and the honeymoon itself in the Lake District. The new wife crashed his beloved Mini Cooper three days into the honeymoon. (Not the last vehicle she ever crashed!) Forty years on they are still together; two children, four grandchildren, many an anxious moment but many, many more laughs.
I've no claim to be clever, but John Webster's (1580?- 1625?) words will do for me.
'And of all axioms this shall win the prize-
Tis better to be fortunate than wise.'
I was indeed fortunate the day I met Paulette. For in the words of John Ford (1586-1640) 'The joys of marriage are the heaven on earth.'