Twittering Tales #110 – 13 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!

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Laura the lamb was really embarrassed. 
Late for school, yet again!
It was bad enough that her Mum insisted on taking her every day, always waiting outside the gates, there for everyone to see.
No other Mum had 2 bodies;  and why did the legs always try to go in different directions?

(280 characters)

 

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Song Lyric Sunday Theme for 29/07/2018

img_1345-3Helen has chosen “Street” as the theme for this week. You can listen to all the great music here.

My choice came to me immediately, but I thought I’d wait around a while to see if anyone else chose it. So far as I can see, nobody has.

The Kinks were formed in 1964, and I believe that they are the only group from that era whose original four members are still alive. Indeed, it was announced in June 2018 that three of the original line up have reformed to make a new album, and, possibly, to tour.

They were tremendously successful, performing from 1964 to 1996, and even had Rod Stewart as lead singer at one stage.

Ray Davies wrote most of their songs, and was an observational writer, penning songs about what he experienced around him, often commenting on the vast differences between the “haves” and “have nots”.

The song I’ve chosen is just such an observation, looking at some poor individual wondering “what are we living for?” He can’t see the point, and considers he can only end up dying on “Dead End Street.” I’m not sure that a great deal has changed!  I’ve actually chosen a version by Ray Davies and Amy Macdonald, just because I think it is really good!

Dead End Street

The Kinks

There’s a crack up in the ceiling,
And the kitchen sink is leaking.
Out of work and got no money,
A Sunday joint of bread and honey.

What are we living for?
Two-roomed apartment on the second floor.
No money coming in,
The rent collector’s knocking, trying to get in.

We are strictly second class,
We don’t understand,
(Dead end!)
Why we should be on dead end street.
(Dead end!)
People are living on dead end street.
(Dead end!)
Gonna die on dead end street.

Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)

On a cold and frosty morning,
Wipe my eyes and stop me yawning.
And my feet are nearly frozen,
Boil the tea and put some toast on.

What are we living for?
Two-roomed apartment on the second floor.
No chance to emigrate,
I’m deep in debt and now it’s much too late.

We both want to work so hard,
We can’t get the chance,
(Dead end!)
People live on dead end street.
(Dead end!)
People are dying on dead end street.
(Dead end!)
Gonna die on dead end street.

Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)

People live on dead end street.
(Dead end!)
People are dying on dead end street.
(Dead end!)
Gonna die on dead end street.

Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
Head to my feet (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
How’s it feel? (yeah)
How’s it feel? (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah

Songwriters: Raymond Douglas Davies
Dead End Street lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc

The original Kinks version, complete with an early pre video promotional film, can be seen here.

As a bonus you can see a version by Shakey Graves, Wild Child, and Marmalakes, all touring as Outside City Limits, here. IT REALLY IS GOOD.

The Finale! A2Z Challenge–X for Xenophobia

Margo may well be a little late in finishing her A2Z challenge for April. She may have gone a little bit out of sequence, but, my goodness, she certainly saved the best ’til last.
Check out this fabulous commentary on the scourge of modern society. Just how can people be carried along by such hatred, such unfairness, and such sheer malice.
Let’s join Margo’s revolution and refuse to accept even a hint of xenophobia.

that little voice

Finally I have finished the A2Z April Word Challenge that was to end on April 30. A month + past the deadline is not too bad, some would say, and I will agree. You can read what others said about words from the letters of the alphabet at a-to-zchallenge.com.

X for Xenophobia

Admittedly my vocabulary is not classified as abundant, and I don’t race around adding words willy-nilly to my limited supply of verbiage. However, in today’s world, new words seem to find their way to my mouth’s attention more often than just a few years ago.

One of those surprise additions is Xenophobia, meaning chauvinism, racism, nationalism, prejudice, racial intolerance and dislike of foreigners. The word has been around for many moons, but it had not crept into my consciousness until the last Presidential campaign.

Suddenly it became a household word, at least to a segment of my friends. Xenophobia was…

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Sunday sayings #34

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Life was oh so simple once, I knew its every whim,

but now it seems we need more rules, it’s getting really grim.

What became of common sense, fair play, and honesty?

We seem to have forgotten just how precious life can be!

 

The youngsters blame the older folk, the oldsters blame the young,

what became of tolerance, we’re all so highly strung?

We seem to analyse each move, and everything we do.

I used to understand my world but now I have no clue!

The not so Old Girl and The Sea

A reblog of a reblog.
A long post but really worth the read.

Tales from the Romulan Neutral Zone

It started with a Hashtag.

Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, the tributary streams of our modern world flowing into the big river of awareness. Then the conventional media outlets caught on and before we knew it, the Weinstein dam broke and it was Land Under in Hollywood.

I’ll admit, my brain went into ‘white noise’ mode after the first few hundred Tweets. It seemed yet another sad, frustrating déjà vu moment in history – I’ve already seen this, and not once but twice, three times … it’s like we’re forming a brave bucket brigade on the Titanic, shouting encouragement to each other while that sad, lonely SOS echoes over the frozen Atlantic. If anybody out there really gave a damn, wouldn’t they have answered by now?

So, I was resigned to have another talk with my teenage girls about why life isn’t fair,

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about politics and the legal system, and that there…

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Just an Old Soup Bowl

What a good, if very disturbing article, about changing eating habits over the years!

The happy Quitter!

soup dish

It all started out with an old soup dish that I found at a resale shop, it reminded me of the soup bowls we used when I was a child. They were so much smaller than the ones I have in my kitchen cabinet now. Come to think of it, everything was smaller back then and so were we.

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