Lundi limerick #90

Penny from Poole in Dorset

was found up a tree in her corset

but where was her dress?

it was anyone’s guess

perhaps it was lost as a forfeit

 

Poole was a wealthy trading port and by the early 18th century had more ships trading with North America than any other English port. The resulting prosperity supported much of the development which now characterises the Old Town where there are many Georgian mansions and terraced housing.

Poole has a Sheriff, created by the town’s charter of 1568. The post is one of only 16 in England and Wales. Currently the post is held by a lady. Perhaps she may be able to solve the mystery of the missing dress!

 

 

Song Lyric Sunday – June 7, 2020 – Do You Have a Little Time?

song-lyric-sundayJim Adams’ Song Lyric Sunday gives us the chance to share familiar, and sometimes not so familiar, songs.

I’m pretty sure that the name of todays singer is not familiar to most, although regular readers will have seen and heard a song  by Florian Cloud de Bounevialle Armstrong earlier in the year. You can find it here.

If you fancy sharing one of your favourite songs you can find out how to participate, and also listen to all the great entries, here.

Without further ado let’s get straight to Dido singing “Do You Have a Little Time” off the album Life for Rent, produced in September 2003.

There are three videos to choose from. The first is the original recording with only a picture of the album cover to entertain you:

The second gives you some lovely still photographs along with the song, and a bonus, absolutely free, of Spanish subtitles:

and lastly we have a live performance at The Brixton Academy in 2015. Now, this one is quite different from the original recording, almost like another song entirely. I like it. I hope you do too!

Do You Have a Little Time

Dido

If you’re feeling low and lost today,
Probably doing to much again,
Spend all your hours just rushing around,
Do you have a little time for me.

Slow down my love you’re confusing me,
If you’re feeling stressed just try calling,
Spend your time waiting for anyone to see,
Do you have a little time for me.

If you should stop for a while,
You will find me standing by,
Over here, at the side of your life,
I’d like to hold you still,
Remind you of all you’ve missed,
If you have a little time, if you have a little time that is.

Why do you still run when you could walk with me,
Life will pass you by when you move this quickly,
What can you see when you’re spinning around,
Do you have a little time for me.

If you should stop for a while,
You will find me standing by,
Over here, at the side of your life,
I’d like to hold you still,
Remind you of all you’ve missed,
If you have a little time, if you have a little time that is.

If you let me listen I’ll make you feel clear,
Spend your time waiting for anyone to see.

If you should stop for a while,
You will find me standing by,
Over here, at the side of your life,
I’d like to hold you still,
Remind you of all you’ve missed,
If you have a little time, if you have a little time that is.

Source: LyricFind

Songwriters: Dido Armstrong / Mark Bates / Rick Nowels

Do You Have a Little Time lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc, Spirit Music Group

Lundi limerick #89

A lady called Betty from Quorn

whose hips were incredibly worn

laid blame on her dancing

and all of the prancing

encountered whilst working in porn

 

I have shamelessly copied the following from the wikipedia entry for  Quorn:

The first known evidence of the village is in the Lincoln Episcopal Registers for 1209–1235, as Quernendon. Other variations of the village name over the centuries include Querne, Quendon, Querendon, Quarendon, Qaryndon, Querinden, Querondon, and Quernedon.

The quarrying of stone in Quorn began at a very early age at Buddon Wood, on the edge of the parish. Granite millstones were quarried in the early Iron Age, and under the Romans stone was quarried for building in Leicester. Some of the larger millstones can still be seen in the area, however these days they are either used as garden ornaments, or worked into seats or slabs.

Quorn Hall, off Meynell Road on the eastern edge of the village, was built for the Farnham family in about 1680. It became the home of renowned fox hunter Hugo Meynell in 1753. He established his pack of hounds there, where it continued under later masters until 1905, thus giving a name to the famous Quorn Hunt. Three Royal Navy ships have been named HMS Quorn after the hunt.

The meat substitute Quorn derives its name from this village, and began production in 1985.

 

 

Song Lyric Sunday – May 31 2020 – Mint from the 60’s

song-lyric-sundayJim Adams’ Song Lyric Sunday gives us the chance to share familiar, and sometimes not so familiar, songs. I’m pretty sure that this one will be unfamiliar to the majority, including me!

If you fancy sharing one of your favourite songs you can find out how to participate, and also listen to all the great entries, here.

With Jim’s prompt this week I just could not get away from Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme so I had to start trying to think laterally.  I came up with a song title from the psychedelic era, Incense and Peppermints, recorded in 1967. OK, it’s not Mint, but it is a type of mint.

I’m not going to try to analyse the song, or the group, or the era. It is what it is. You either get it, or you don’t. You may like it, even though you don’t get it! This was happening in the USA in 1967 while on the other side of the world, in Vietnam, 11,363 American soldiers were being killed in that one year!

I’m pretty sure that the group,  Strawberry Alarm Clock, were very self conscious dressed up for this performance, but, would you believe it, the group  carried on and on, with a couple of breaks, and is still performing today!

There are two videos, the first is a TV recording from 1967.

and the second carries a flashing lights warning for epilepsy sufferers or anyone suffering from migraines. It has lots of psychedelic flashing colours.

 

 

I hope you enjoy:

Incense and Peppermint

Good sense, innocence, cripplin’ mankind
Dead kings, many things I can’t define
Occasions, persuasions clutter your mind
Incense and peppermints, the color of time

Who cares what games we choose?
Little to win but nothin’ to lose

Incense and peppermints, meaningless nouns
Turn on, tune in, turn your eyes around

Look at yourself, look at yourself, yeah, yeah
Look at yourself, look at yourself, yeah, yeah, yeah!

To divide this cockeyed world in two
Throw your pride to one side, it’s the least you can do
Beatniks and politics, nothing is new
A yardstick for lunatics, one point of view

Who cares what games we choose?
Little to win but nothin’ to lose

Good sense, innocence, cripplin’ mankind
Dead kings, many things I can’t define
Occasions, persuasions clutter your mind
Incense and peppermints, the color of time

Who cares what games we choose?
Little to win but nothin’ to lose

Incense and peppermints
Incense and peppermints

Sha la la, sha la la, sha la la, sha la la, sha la la

Source: LyricFind

Songwriters: John Carter / Timothy P. Gilbert

Incense And Peppermints lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

Lundi limerick #88

A rich girl who hails from Rhyl

forever was seeking a thrill

she had many ploys

to meet all the boys

I think you will find her there still!

 

 

Rhyl (rhymes with HILL) is a seaside resort in the Welsh county of Denbighshire. Once an elegant Victorian resort, it declined sharply by 1990, but has since been improved by major regeneration investments. Several million pounds of European funding has been spent on developing the seafront. What happens to Rhyl, and many more places in decline, now we have left the EU, is anyone’s guess!

 

 

 

 

 

Sunday sayings #33

I happened across this from two years ago and thought it was appropriate to reblog during this very strange lockdown time. May you all have ‘NICE THUNKS’

Peter's pondering

positiveNice thunks

Think a thunk of niceness

smile and have a laugh

take a nice long shower

or soak and have a bath

eat your favourite chocolate

drink your favourite tipple

treat yourself to cream cake

or double raspberry ripple

whatever takes your fancy

take it to extreme

and share it with your favourite mate

if only in a dream.

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Song Lyric Sunday – May 24 2020 – End /Finish /Over /Stop

song-lyric-sunday

Jim Adams’ Song Lyric Sunday gives us the chance to share familiar, and sometimes not so familiar, songs.

If you fancy sharing one of your favourite songs you can find out how to participate, and also listen to all the great entries, here.

This weeks prompt gives me the chance to pick one of my favourite groups again, The Hollies. I bet I’m not alone in choosing this song either!

“Stop Stop Stop” is notable for being one of the few recordings by the group that feature Tony Hicks playing the banjo, and was the only song with that instrument to be performed live by the group. Actually, for the original recording, the banjo was tuned to the standard guitar tuning and a delay was introduced which made it sound like a balalaika. Only later did Tony learn to play the traditionally tuned banjo.

Here, Graham Nash explains how the song came about:

I can empathise totally, having encountered an alluring Turkish belly dancer in my youth – and that’s all the details you’re going to get folks!

Here it is. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do!

Stop, Stop, Stop

The Hollies

See the girl with cymbals on her fingers
Entering through the door
Ruby glistening from her navel
Shimmering around the floor

Bells on feet go, ting a ling a linging
Going through my head
Sweat is falling just-a-like-a tear drops
Running from her head

Now she dancing, going through the movements
Swaying to and fro
Body moving, bringing back a memory
Thoughts of long ago

Blood is rushing, temperature is rising
Sweating from my brow
Like a snake, her body fascinates me
I can’t look away now

Stop, stop, stop all the dancing
Give me time to breathe
Stop, stop, stop all the dancing
Or I’ll have to leave

Now, she’s moving all around the tables
Luring all in sight
But I know that she cannot see me
Hidden by the light

Closer, closer, she is getting nearer
Soon she’ll be in reach
As I enter into a spotlight
She stands lost for speech

Stop, stop, stop all the dancing
Give me time to breathe
Stop, stop, stop all the dancing
Or I’ll have to leave

Stop, stop, stop all the dancing
Give me time to breathe
Stop, stop, stop all the dancing
Or I’ll have to leave

Now I hold her, people are staring
Don’t know what to think
And we struggle knocking over tables
Spilling all the drinks

Can’t they understand that I want her?
Happens every week
Heavy hand upon my collar
Throws me in the street

Stop, stop, stop all the dancing
Give me time to breathe
Stop, stop, stop all the dancing
Or I’ll have to leave, leave

Source: LyricFind

Songwriters: Alan Clarke / Graham Nash / Tony Hicks

Stop, Stop, Stop lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

How my home movie became a MAGA hit — Living in the future present

For a glimpse of mid 1970’s America, especially California, you will find this a fascinating read. There is the benefit of seeing  a good old fashioned “home movie”, although a very highly sophisticated one, if you follow the link:

The spirit of 77 in Los Angeles

In the mid 1970s, I worked as an exchange teacher in a California high school. It was an exciting and formative year for me and my family. 1976 was the bicentenary of American independence, and signs and flags everywhere announced “Spirit of ’76”. There was a palpable feeling of optimism. The Vietnam war was over, […]

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Lundi limerick #87

Rita from Richmond in Surrey

ate nothing but cabbage and curry

her stomach was loaded

it sadly exploded

she’s now just a bucket of slurry

 

The borough of Richmond was abolished in 1965 when it was replaced by the larger London Borough of Richmond upon Thames, and Surrey County Council was replaced here by Greater London local government institutions, at which time the ceremonial county also changed.

Richmond is definitely a place I could never afford to live and, in  any case, I much prefer Richmond in Yorkshire!