Twittering Tale #114 – 11 December 2018

Time again for Kat Myrman’s wonderful challenge to tax our creativity. Just take her photo prompt and write a story, inspired by it, in 280 characters or fewer.                                                                                                                                                                             

Here is this week’s prompt and my contribution. Check out all the fabulous entries here and, if you’ve never had a go, why not try a story of your own? You may surprise yourself!

                    Photo by MabelAmber at Pixabay.com

 

A (w)hole lotta trouble

D’ya see it?

Yea!

But did ya see what happened?

Ya mean……?

Yea!

Yea, but how?

Dunno. They just disappeared.

But how? It’s only a teeny hole.

I know. Not big enough to get my hand in even!

D’ya think it’s magic?

Must be. How else could it happen?

Dunno. Wha’d’ya think we should do?

ALICE!!!!!

(280 characters)

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Song Lyric Sunday Theme for 09/12/2018 – Bring the Boys Back Home

Helen is still not 100%, yet she still manages to bring us together each Sunday to share our choice of music and lyrics, some of which is familiar, some we have never heard before. If you want to check out all the fabulous choices this week you can click here.

I’m a bit late this week but I think the wait is worth it. BUT, I think that anything by Pink Floyd is worth waiting for!

This is a track from the album “The Wall”. It has very few words and is titled “Bring the Boys Back Home.”. You may think it is a bit strange. I have included 2 versions.

According to songwriter Roger Waters, “Bring the Boys Back Home” is the central, unifying song on The Wall:

... it’s partly about not letting people go off and be killed in wars, but it’s partly about not allowing rock and roll, or making cars, or selling soap, or getting involved in biological research, or anything that anybody might do … not letting that become such an important and ‘jolly boy’s game’ that it becomes more important than friends, wives, children, or other people.

— Interview by Tommy Vance, broadcast 30 November 1979, BBC Radio One

Bring the Boys Back Home

Pink Floyd

Bring the boys back home
Bring the boys back home
Don’t leave the children on their own, no, no
Bring the boys back home

Wrong, do it again
Time to go
Are you feeling okay?
There’s a man answering, but he keeps hanging up

Is there anybody out there?

Songwriters: Roger Waters

Bring the Boys Back Home lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc

 

I hope you liked them – even just a little bit.

As a bonus, here is “The Wall” complete with the amazing (for the time) video.

 

Lundi limerick #13

A Manatee’s large and quite round

and three different species are found

they are known as sea cows

and have furrowed brows

speaking softly with hardly a sound

 

 

to view them follow the link

https://youtu.be/GoyvFWTA4zk

Twittering Tales #113 – 4 December 2018 – A taste of justice

Time again for Kat Myrman’s wonderful challenge to tax our creativity. Just take her photo prompt and write a story, inspired by it, in 280 characters or fewer.

Here is this week’s prompt and my contribution. Check out all the fabulous entries here and, if you’ve never had a go, why not try a story of your own? You may surprise yourself!

Photo by Skeeze at Pixabay.com

A taste of justice

I can see you Henry Roy James, and I know you can see me!

But you don’t recognise me.

You still think you got away with it, but really, you didn’t!

The jury may have believed you, but natural justice shall prevail.

You killed me, and I’m going to kill you.

Then I’m going to eat you!

(279 characters)

Lundi limerick #12

A lion, a lemur, and lynx

each dreamed they were really a sphinx

They posed every day

in their own special way

whilst taking the odd forty winks

Song Lyric Sunday Theme for 02/12/2018 – last

Helen has been less than 100% for a while, but she still manages to keep us on our toes trying to come up with songs that fit her weekly theme. Well done Helen, and I hope that the bugs disappear in plenty of time for you to have a great Christmas.

SLS this week gives us a theme of “last”. You can see, and hear, all of the great offerings here.

I’ve chosen something completely different this week, based on the fact that I lived in Germany for many years, off and on, during the period 1969 to 1989.

The Germans love to party, and you could not escape the music of James Last. He was immensely popular for many years, and not just in Germany. How he managed to afford the salary bill for all his musicians I have no idea, but he was a consummate entertainer as you will see. His orchestra, and guests, all seemed to have a fantastic time too!

Lyrics have very little to do with my offerings this week, and I’m not even including them, but I have included something other than purely orchestral.

Just look at those clothes! I bet some of you dressed just like that! I once had a jacket with lapels that wide!

You can see James Last in the background – he’s not doing a lot of conducting, and why did everyone click their fingers in time (or not) with the music?

For a contrast, I’m adding in “The Orange Blossom Special”

If you were in Germany at the time, someone would come along and urge you to join in, so do feel free to get up and dance, sing, clap, and generally have a good time!

Both of these are untypical of James Last in general. Most of what he produced was easy listening, popular music. He produced copious quantities of LP’s, and I bought several!

I do hope you enjoy this small example of my past life.

Twittering Tales #112 – 27 November 2018

Time again for Kat Myrman’s wonderful challenge to tax our creativity. Just take her photo prompt and write a story, inspired by it, in 280 characters or fewer.

Here is this week’s prompt and my contribution. Check out all the fabulous entries here and, if you’ve never had a go, why not try a story of your own? You may surprise yourself!

Photo montage Pixabay. One by pasja1000 (Senior Couple) and the other by StockSnap (Children)

Their twin grandchildren walked everywhere with them, always a few paces in front.
The gap increased each year that passed.
Their daughter, and her husband, had been killed outright in a head on crash 8 months into her pregnancy.
The first responder wept as she declared all 4 dead.

(280 characters)

Lundi limerick #11

Kate the Koala was ill

so the zoo keeper gave her a pill

First it made her quite sick

and then did the trick

She’s now feeling really quite brill!

Song Lyric Sunday Theme for 25/11/2018

Time again for Helen’s great challenge to come up with a Song Lyric Sunday memory for the theme of “first”. You can hear all the fabulous entries by clicking above.

I’ve recently taken the drastic step of clearing out all of my DVD’s and, dare I say it, my VINYLS!!!!!!!!!

I gave them all to my favourite charity shop and I hope that, not only do they raise a tidy sum for the charity but, they give lots of pleasure to many people. My, were they heavy!

I still have lots of music on reel to reel tapes, and on cassettes. I never had 8 track, or mini disc. I will, eventually dispose of those too.

All my memories of vinyl and dvd’s are now in my iTunes library, so for this week I searched there. This is what I came up with!

First Of May by The Bee Gees

Now I don’t know about you, but, I always found the Bee Gees to be an unpleasant group to look at. I found them rather ugly. Maybe it’s just me. Maybe it’s a man thing. Maybe I’m talking rubbish. They were, however, superb singers, and their harmonies were sublime.

Anyway, to spare my eyes, at least, I have chosen a recording that doesn’t show them at all. It does, however, include the lyrics. I hope you enjoy it.

Twittering Tales # 111 – 19 November 2018

Time again for Kat Myrman’s wonderful challenge to tax our creativity. Just take her photo prompt and write a story, inspired by it, in 280 characters or fewer.

Here is this week’s prompt and my contribution. Check out all the fabulous entries here and, if you’ve never had a go, why not try a story of your own? You may surprise yourself!

By mh-grafik at pixabay.com

Just what sort of beast built this tunnel?
The bricks were perfectly shaped pellets of dried shit, you could tell by some of the newly placed cubes.
Poo!!!
He could only assume that the wombat population, hereabouts, had undergone a metamorphosis and were now the size of elephants!

(280 characters)

Wombats REALLY DO produce cubed faeces!