Musically it was Jazz FM for me!! Being here in Spain it is TRE - Talk Radio Europe which carries the World Service during the night and from 4pm for Sportsworld on a Saturday and Sunday. There is also Radio 3 for people who like alternatives styles of music and want to improve their level of Spanish as their diction is wonderful Best on Radio 4 is "From Our Own Correspondent" and "Just a Minute". This is useful material for those learning English as are the interviews with the managers. They find they can understand the likes of Guardiola, Poch, Sarri but someone like Eddie Howe and students struggle.
Met Dave a few times in the pub prior to Saints matches, he is indeed a massive Saints fan and all round good chap.
Maybe it's the imminence of springtime, the morning moon, and the equinox approaching, but I'm feeling very hippyish this morning. The production on their albums never did him justice btw, but Terry Ollis was one of the greatest 70s rock drummers.
Not only an absolute Bass legend, Hooky is also a top bloke... https://www.epilepsysociety.org.uk/...-for-epilepsy-society-14-02-2019#.XGcE6uj7Tcc Respect... Of course the tragic Joy Division Singer, Ian Curtis was an epileptic. Here is one from his own band in the 90s featuring his unmistakable basslines (i've posted plenty of JD songs here before)...
One of my favourites along with Another Nail in My Heart. "But behind the chalet My holiday's complete And I feel like William Tell Maid Marian on her tiptoed feet" Poetry from Chris Difford
I have always been very fond of these lines from "Up The Junction"... "She left me when my drinking, Became proper stinking. The devil came and took me, From bar to street to bookie"
Vicky Verky from Argybargy sums up working class adolescent "love" pretty nicely.. "With her hair up in his fingers The fish and chips smell lingers Under amber streetlamps She holds the law in her hands The moistness of the damp night Falls silent through the lamplight Although she's only fourteen She really knows her courting And up the railway sidings There's him and her They're lying Hand in hand they whisper You're my missus and I'm your mister The moon as white and virgin And she was on the turning Remember your first nibble When best friends were so little They really trooped the colors When walking with each other And all her mates would giggle As ladylike she'd wiggle All along the high street They'd splash out on an ice cream He'd sometimes really treat her When he'd done his mother's meter Well he went off to borstal He said that he was forced to Rob the flats of hi fi's 'cause she was ill And she would cry Each morning she got sicker Her mother sometimes hit her If she'd have known the story She would have been so sorry He received a letter and admitted it There was nothing else to do but get rid of it Lonely in his dormitory He'd sit and stare If this is for real And is it really fair Summer came so they went Down to the coast in his tent She cooked upon his primus And sampled local cider She told him in his rucksack I think i want that chance back To be perhaps the one who Will forever love you"
"I kiss her for the first time And then I take her home I'm invited in for coffee And I give the dog a bone" Describes my Saturday nights at the Top Rank right there!...
Not sure that quite has the depth and poetical genius of this, to sum up adolescent love: “In my imagination There is no complication I dream about you all the time In my mind, a celebration The sweetest of sensation Thinking you could be mine In my imagination There is no hesitation We walk together hand in hand I'm dreaming You fell in love with me Like I'm in love with you But dreaming's all I do If only they'd come true”