Twittering Tales #122 – 5 February 2019 – It starts with one word…

It’s time again, for Kat Myrman’s wonderful challenge, to write a story, inspired by her picture prompt, in 280 characters or fewer.

Here is this week’s prompt and my contribution.

Check out all the fabulously creative entries here and, if you’ve never had a go, why not try a story of your own? You may surprise yourself!

classic-1834499_1280-1It starts with one word bt can’t contine mch frther becase this keyboard is tterly seless.
Jst how can I seflly se it?
Have yo not heard? Some stpid person called Trmp has decided to ban one of the letters!
He says it is nconstittional, and shold not be sed.
It’s jst pre rbbish.

Fck!

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Song Lyric Sunday Theme for 03/02/2019

img_1345-3Jim, over at Getting Better All The Time is continuing to look after Helen’s Song Lyric Sunday, and is doing a fine job getting us to share our well known, and not so well known, songs.

You can find all the fabulous entries this week by following this link here.

Now, you probably had to be around at the time to have heard about the group I’ve chosen this week, but you may have heard about some of the people involved in working with them. Certainly, the writer is pretty well known. Lou Reed. Maybe you know “Walk on the Wild Side” and “A Perfect Day”?

Lou Reed formed “The Velvet Underground” in 1964 and, although they were never a great commercial success, they were a great influence on many people, and are regarded as one of the most influential bands in rock history.

The track I’m offering to you this week is “Ocean”, and this is an acoustic demo version. I hope you like it!

Ocean

Lou Reed

Here comes the ocean
and the waves down by the sea
Here comes the ocean
and the waves where’ve they been ?

Don’t swim tonight my love
The sea is mad my love
It’s known to drive men crazy
Now come that murder seeks
The castle is dead and reeks
The madness can make you lazy

Here come the waves
down by the shore
Washing the rocks that have been here
centuries or more

Down by the sea

Here come the ocean
and the waves down by the sea
Here comes the ocean
and the waves where’ve they been ?

Castles glowing at night
Towers above out fright
What did happen here
Now comes it in my head
I serve you bread on a pledge
Think of your mouth for dinner

But here come the waves
down by the sea
Washing the eyes of the men
who have died

Down by the sea

Here come the waves 
Here come the waves 
Here come the waves 
Here come the waves

Songwriters: Lou Reed

Twittering Tales #121 – 29 January 2019

It’s time again, for Kat Myrman’s wonderful challenge, to write a story, inspired by her picture prompt, in 280 characters or fewer.

Here is this week’s prompt and my contribution.

Check out all the fabulously creative 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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In every batch there was always a broken heart.
At the first bite it shattered into a dozen pieces.
Whoever ate it was guaranteed to have a dramatic failure in their loving relationship.
Some said she was a witch!
A sorcerous!
An evil hag!

Whatever she was, she sure made magic cookies!

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Twittering Tales #120 – 22 January 2019

It’s time again, for Kat Myrman’s wonderful challenge, to write a story, inspired by her picture prompt, in 280 characters or fewer.

Here is this week’s prompt and my contribution.

Check out all the fabulously creative 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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I have nothing to say.
My heart is empty, my mind a blank!
I can’t even post a photo of my meal because I haven’t eaten since you left.
In truth, I haven’t done anything since you left!
All I do is sit here and remember the good times.
There were lots of them.

Now there are none!

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Twittering Tales #119 – 15 January 2019

It’s time again, for Kat Myrman’s wonderful challenge, to write a story, inspired by her picture prompt, in 280 characters or fewer.

Here is this week’s prompt and my contribution.

Check out all the fabulously creative 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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At the native American theme park, the false fire glow, created by the LED’s, wasn’t very realistic and, on closer inspection, the pots were made of some sort of plastic. The smell of cooking was pretty authentic though. No doubt intended to lure us to the overpriced food outlets!

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Song Lyric Sunday Theme for 13/01/2019

img_1345-3This week Jim has set us the prompt of laugh/laughter/laughing for our music choice. You can see all the entries here.

My offering takes me right back to childhood, but the origin of the song goes even further back, to the 1890’s.

I somehow doubt that any of our younger SLS participants will have heard of this song.

The reason it reminds me of childhood is that in the surrounding villages there was normally an annual fête or carnival. This was much anticipated and there would be carnival floats, a carnival queen, complete with entourage, dancing troupes, bands, bowling for the pig, a crockery smashing stall, and so much more. The whole, marvellous day would be started off with a procession, through the village, of all the floats (see examples here). There would be dancers, bands, jugglers, often a fire engine, and The Laughing Policeman. I’m sure that by the end of the day he must have been exhausted, and his sides must have really ached.

The Laughing Policeman

Charles Penrose

I know a fat old policeman
he’s always on our street
a fat and jolly red faced man
he really is a treat
he’s too kind for a policeman
he’s never known to frown
and everybody says he is the happiest man in town
(laughing)
He laughs upon point duty
he laughs upon his beat
he laughs at everybody when he’s walking in the street
he never can stop laughing
he says he’s never tried
but once he did arrest a man
and laughed until he cried
(laughing)
his jolly face is wrinkled
and then he shut his eyes
he opened his great mouth
is was a wondrous size
he said I must arrest you
he didn’t know what for
and then he started laughing
until he cracked his jaw
(laughing)
so if you chance to meet him
when walking round the town
just shake him by his fat old hand
and give him half a crown
his eyes will beam and sparkle
he’ll gurgle with delight
and then you’ll start him laughing
with all his blessed might
(laughing)

Songwriters: Billie Grey

The Laughing Policeman lyrics © Nsa Inc. California

Twittering Tales #118 – 8 January 2019

It’s time again, for Kat Myrman’s wonderful challenge, to write a story, inspired by her picture prompt, in 280 characters or fewer.

Here is this week’s prompt, and my contribution. In fact, I have 2 tales to offer this week!

Check out all the fabulously creative 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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Polly’s Revenge  – following on from Polly’s Dream

Her mistress was insisting that Polly drank a kale and cabbage smoothie every day.

It tasted awful. She was not going to put up with it.

She’d had some senna pods stored in the cage corner, just in case.

She now mixed all of them in with the smoothie.

They’d soon change their minds!

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The Intern’s error

Each intern was warned – “Do not take petri dish B17 out of the fridge”

Simon didn’t listen!

So, when he was told to take out the samples ready to incubate them, B17 was amongst them.

She had been waiting for 39 years, and now, breathing at last, she prepared to take over the earth!

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Song Lyric Sunday Theme for 06/01/2019

img_1345-3SLS is being hosted by Jim Adams, over at newepicauthor as Helen is taking a much needed break.

Helen has done a magnificent job, over the past few weeks, keeping this great challenge  active and growing, even though she was feeling far from 100%. Thank you Helen. We hope you soon recover your full strength.

Jim has set us the theme of doctor / health / medicine and all entries can be found here.

I’ve gone with a link to the name of the group, rather than the song title. Perhaps a group that you’ve never heard of. You may recognise the lead guitarist though, especially if you are a fan of Game of Thrones. He played a mute executioner!

The group is Dr. Feelgood,  the guitarist is Wilko Johnson, and, for your delight, I offer:

Dr. Feelgood – Roxette Lyrics

(Wilko Johnson)

I saw you out the other night
I saw somebody hold you tight
Roxette, I wonder who it could be
It was so dark I couldn’t see
But I know it wasn’t me
When I tell you it ain’t right
I know you’ve got to agree

I followed you into a show
The band was playing rock’n’roll
Roxette, I didn’t need to seek you out
The music played so loud
That I could hear you through the crowd
You was telling everyone
About a new guy you’d found

Roxette I gotta go away
And leave you for a couple of days
Roxette, I don’t want no more of your tricks
I’m gonna get some concrete mix
And fill your back door up with bricks
And you better be there waiting
When I get my business fixed

Wilko Johnson’s technique is a choppy guitar playing style which he demonstrates here:

 

….and here he is talking about  other group members

 

I think he’s great. I hope that you did too!

 

 

 

 

Song Lyric Sunday Theme for 30/12/2018 – new

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Each week Helen gives us a new theme and asks us to choose music with lyrics to suit.

Sometimes it is difficult, sometimes a song comes immediately to mind. Always, it is enjoyable.

By listening to everyone’s chosen song, which you can do here, we get to hear old favourites, and music that is completely new to some of us.

This week the theme is “new“, and I’m offering two seasonal songs for your enjoyment. The first is by ABBA, and I am using them to help me wish every one of you A Happy New Year.

“Happy New Year”

No more champagne
And the fireworks are through
Here we are, me and you
Feeling lost and feeling blue
It’s the end of the party
And the morning seems so grey
So unlike yesterday
Now’s the time for us to say…Happy new year
Happy new year
May we all have a vision now and then
Of a world where every neighbour is a friend
Happy new year
Happy new year
May we all have our hopes, our will to try
If we don’t we might as well lay down and die
You and I

Sometimes I see
How the brave new world arrives
And I see how it thrives
In the ashes of our lives
Oh yes, man is a fool
And he thinks he’ll be okay
Dragging on, feet of clay
Never knowing he’s astray
Keeps on going anyway…

Happy new year
Happy new year
May we all have a vision now and then
Of a world where every neighbour is a friend
Happy new year
Happy new year
May we all have our hopes, our will to try
If we don’t we might as well lay down and die
You and I

Seems to me now
That the dreams we had before
Are all dead, nothing more
Than confetti on the floor
It’s the end of a decade
In another ten years time
Who can say what we’ll find
What lies waiting down the line
In the end of eighty-nine…

Happy new year
Happy new year
May we all have a vision now and then
Of a world where every neighbour is a friend
Happy new year
Happy new year
May we all have our hopes, our will to try
If we don’t we might as well lay down and die
You and I

Writer(s): ULVAEUS BJOERN K, ANDERSSON BENNY SIGVARD

 

Without the second, Christmas would just not be complete. Click on Fairytale of New York

HAPPY NEW YEAR.

Twittering Tales #116 – 25 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 the prompt, 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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The old house has been deserted for years.

Each Christmas, on the bare tree in front, a few old baubles appear.

No-one ever sees who places them there, or who takes them down on twelfth night.

No-one ever witnesses the party that takes place, and survives!

Unfortunately for you!

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