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Honeystreet in Andover
Music in the air.
The scene is Andover and Honeystreet is giving it all in support of the Macular Society. An hour’s great songs from Marion ending in Pete the Bass and Steve the Harp making an attempt on the life of Pat the Guitar. If his music is not in alphabetical order by midnight tonight there will be […]
Girne, a city under a cloud
Kyrenia in former times. This bar was created out of a lorry. Supposed to be temporary, it kind of stuck. A bit like the partition of Cyprus.
K&A Bath
There was a BBC 2 programme devoted to a journey along the K&A from \Sydney gardens. A camera mounted on the boat simply rolled on slowly. So slowly that it was possible to do sketches like this
Up to now things had been quiet in the memorial reading room
Back From Cyprus
Mixed feelings about the visit to Northern, Turkish, Cyprus. The flight is paid for by the Turkish State, for which you have to tour the various Carpet, Leather and Jewelry stores.That just lasts a morning, and then comes six days of visits to the most astonishing Greek, Roman, Crusader, Venetian and Turkish antiquities
Panagia Pergaminiotissa
Former Christian Church in the mountains. Carefully preserved by the local people as an impromptu nature museum. “Panagia Pergaminiotissa church, at the Karpass Peninsula, Northern Cyprus”
Poem for Winter
From the Letrillas Of Luis de Góngora, freely adpated by PC Ande yo caliente Y Ríase la gente Your Prince eats off golden vessels Bolting food with his thousand worries Me, I eat without fear or hurry Off a kitchen table stood on Tressles With half-inched wine, I warmly dine And a pantry […]
Bertrand, Garcon at the Cafe Aristide
The Gods smile
All these posts begin to sound like an “everything happens to me ” song . No, not at all. A more blessed existence was never lived by man or beast as mine.
The Rat
The Rodent. A poem for today There’s a dead rat under me floorboards; There’s a rodent corpse under the plank, Advanced in its decomposition The smell is decidedly rank. I tried to find its location, Small holes with a drill I did bore But the only solution before me Was to take up […]
KRETA
Back Home safely after a devious journey. I have the feeling the right Gods were not given the right sacrifices to start with. Lots of “little accidents”, Greek Air Traffic Control Strike, being abandoned at a bus station, threatened storms, and other things more explosive, etc, but some most excellent music, foood, and the delightful […]
Bird Battle at Combe Gibbet
Up for a van cuppa near Combe Gibbett today. Witnessed monumental battle between, at first, a single crow and two Red Kites. The single crow was nearly grabbed when his mates turned up in a mob, and then the boot was on the other foot. The battle was joined later by, I think, a Raven. […]
Timeo Danaos,aut strikeon anulantes
Greek holiday losses due to strike to date about £300 of not so easy come. definitely easy go money plus 3 days of holiday. It’s nobody’s fault the ferking Greek ATC’s went on strike and then didn’t, but why has the customer always got to bear the risk? Never mind the money, Barbara was made […]
Crete
Just a minute, is this getting serious? Can’t I just drop in and give you you a tune now and again. I mean, I said yes (not seriously) to popping over to Crete and playing in a Taverna last year and before I knew it we were one a plane cruising into Chania, and now […]
The Lost Chord
You remember the Lost Chord of Schnozzle Durante. I’ve lost me bus pass. I wonder of they’re in the same place?
The Unexpected comes as standard
Life is full of unforeseen events ; the uncharitable would call them unmitigated disasters, but that would be, um, uncharitable. To disguise the impact of these , I often feign that they are but part of a grand general scientific investigation. Know therefore that when I say that I am performing an experiment it is […]
Travels with a Van
Six and a half hours to travel 200 miles from Liskeard to Berks. Arrived at Exeter the instant a lorry hit a barrier above Junction 29, paralysing the whole of the farther West of England. A friendly caravanist advised us to stay the night. Impossible. To get back home meant a journey via Tavistock with […]