I read the news today oh boy
About a lucky man who made the grade
And though the news was rather sad
Well I just had to laugh
I saw the photograph
He blew his mind out in a car
He didn't notice that the lights had changed
A crowd of people stood and stared
They'd seen his face before
Nobody was really sure
If he was from the House of Lords.
I saw a film today oh boy
The English Army had just won the war
A crowd of people turned away
but I just had to look
Having read the book
I'd love to turn you on
Woke up, fell out of bed,
Dragged a comb across my head
Found my way downstairs and drank a cup,
And looking up I noticed I was late.
Found my coat and grabbed my hat
Made the bus in seconds flat
Found my way upstairs and had a smoke,
and Somebody spoke and I went into a dream
I read the news today oh boy
Four thousand holes in Blackburn, Lancashire
And though the holes were rather small
They had to count them all
Now they know how many holes it takes to fill the Albert Hall.
I'd love to turn you on
Sunday, 25 April 2010
Friday, 23 April 2010
England and Saint George!
I am a patriot. I don't know if I could live abroad, I would get homesick, anyway there are too many foreigners abroad, they spoil their place, just like they can spoil my place of birth. Yes the PC brigade will object to telling it as it is, and it is not a sweeping generalisation. There are times when the union jack shorts abroad embarass me and my nation and there are times when I am pleasantly surprised by a person no matter what nationality.
However the English do not celebrate St Georges Day as others do notbaly the Irish and their St Patricks day. Hence today's entry. There are local parades in local towns tomorrow, tick box, and there are some pubs with the cross of St George bunting blowing in the spring breeze and against a blue blue blue sky.
But St George was not English. He was a Tribune in Palestine circa 300ad, and he was beheaded by the Emperor for his christian belief, hence his martyrdome converted pagans to christianity, hence the Crusaders adopted him and told of the myth that he slayed a pagan dragon and saved the sacrificial princess, converting even more to christianity. St George is also held saintly in other countries like Lithuania and Georgia.
But I have a statue of him on my living room window sill slaying the dreadful dragon. I have England T shirts too. So after this weekend we will not be flying the flag until the World Cup in 2 months in South Africa when we will be glued to our sets willing our team on to victory.
Which is a nice link to the Battle of Agincourt where Henry V ralied his out numbered troops against the French to win a famous victory.
Follow your spirit; and, upon this charge
Cry ‘God for Harry! England and Saint George!
And, we cant let this day pass without some music can we, so singalong with Allan:
Land of Hope and Glory
Land of Hope and Glory, Mother of the Free,
How shall we extol thee, who are born of thee?
Wider still, and wider, shall thy bounds be set;
God, who made thee mighty, make thee mightier yet!
Truth and Right and Freedom, each a holy gem,
Stars of solemn brightness, weave thy diadem.
Tho' thy way be darkened, still in splendour drest,
As the star that trembles o'er the liquid West.
Throned amid the billows, throned inviolate,
Thou hast reigned victorious, thou has smiled at fate.
Land of Hope and Glory, fortress of the Free,
How may we extol thee, praise thee, honour thee?
Hark, a mighty nation maketh glad reply;
Lo, our lips are thankful, lo, our hearts are high!
Hearts in hope uplifted, loyal lips that sing;
Strong in faith and freedom, we have crowned our King!
Land of Hope and Glory, Mother of the Free,
God, who made thee mighty, make thee mightier yet!
God, who made thee mighty, make thee mightier........ yet!
and now a bit of Pomp and Circumstance by Englishmen Elgar of course
until, next time..........
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=moL4MkJ-aLk
Stiring stuff huh goosebumps
However the English do not celebrate St Georges Day as others do notbaly the Irish and their St Patricks day. Hence today's entry. There are local parades in local towns tomorrow, tick box, and there are some pubs with the cross of St George bunting blowing in the spring breeze and against a blue blue blue sky.
But St George was not English. He was a Tribune in Palestine circa 300ad, and he was beheaded by the Emperor for his christian belief, hence his martyrdome converted pagans to christianity, hence the Crusaders adopted him and told of the myth that he slayed a pagan dragon and saved the sacrificial princess, converting even more to christianity. St George is also held saintly in other countries like Lithuania and Georgia.
But I have a statue of him on my living room window sill slaying the dreadful dragon. I have England T shirts too. So after this weekend we will not be flying the flag until the World Cup in 2 months in South Africa when we will be glued to our sets willing our team on to victory.
Which is a nice link to the Battle of Agincourt where Henry V ralied his out numbered troops against the French to win a famous victory.
Follow your spirit; and, upon this charge
Cry ‘God for Harry! England and Saint George!
And, we cant let this day pass without some music can we, so singalong with Allan:
Land of Hope and Glory
Land of Hope and Glory, Mother of the Free,
How shall we extol thee, who are born of thee?
Wider still, and wider, shall thy bounds be set;
God, who made thee mighty, make thee mightier yet!
Truth and Right and Freedom, each a holy gem,
Stars of solemn brightness, weave thy diadem.
Tho' thy way be darkened, still in splendour drest,
As the star that trembles o'er the liquid West.
Throned amid the billows, throned inviolate,
Thou hast reigned victorious, thou has smiled at fate.
Land of Hope and Glory, fortress of the Free,
How may we extol thee, praise thee, honour thee?
Hark, a mighty nation maketh glad reply;
Lo, our lips are thankful, lo, our hearts are high!
Hearts in hope uplifted, loyal lips that sing;
Strong in faith and freedom, we have crowned our King!
Land of Hope and Glory, Mother of the Free,
God, who made thee mighty, make thee mightier yet!
God, who made thee mighty, make thee mightier........ yet!
and now a bit of Pomp and Circumstance by Englishmen Elgar of course
until, next time..........
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=moL4MkJ-aLk
Stiring stuff huh goosebumps
Monday, 12 April 2010
Sundays FA Cup Semi Final at Wembley
Subject: BBC 606
Date: Sun, 11 Apr 2010 19:40:18 +0000
the legendary allansharpe just wrote;
Pomp & Circumstance
Again Tottering Hotspur fail to break down a resolute defence aided and abetted by a blue shirted referee. Just like against Hull, Stoke, Wolves, throw up a wall and Tottenham will flounder on it. Only Bale holds a key to unlock, the others are just blocked. Tottenham, you need a genius infront of goal with flare and imagination. The 4 strikers lost us that game today, not supported well enough by midfield apart from Modric.
The next fortnight does not look good , it never did, but it’s worse now.
That team just threw away the chance of a medal , a trophy, silverware for the Team and the Supporters. Booooooooooooo
In truth Spurs did not play bad, they faced 12 blue shirts including the referee Alan Wiley, who surely did not have a flutter on the side, he did disallow a perfectly good goal for Spurs which would have levelled the scores, it was the only time Crouch did not miss several chances coming his way. Even Pompey goalkeeper David James ironically smiled at the cameras at his good fortune with the referee saying he was impeded before the goal. Rubbish.
Referees, they cost teams and supporters, hope your bet was worthwhile Mr Wiley. Oh btw how many free kicks did you award to Portsmouth, and yet when Krancjar is hauled down, blind as a bat aren't you.
Date: Sun, 11 Apr 2010 19:40:18 +0000
the legendary allansharpe just wrote;
Pomp & Circumstance
Again Tottering Hotspur fail to break down a resolute defence aided and abetted by a blue shirted referee. Just like against Hull, Stoke, Wolves, throw up a wall and Tottenham will flounder on it. Only Bale holds a key to unlock, the others are just blocked. Tottenham, you need a genius infront of goal with flare and imagination. The 4 strikers lost us that game today, not supported well enough by midfield apart from Modric.
The next fortnight does not look good , it never did, but it’s worse now.
That team just threw away the chance of a medal , a trophy, silverware for the Team and the Supporters. Booooooooooooo
In truth Spurs did not play bad, they faced 12 blue shirts including the referee Alan Wiley, who surely did not have a flutter on the side, he did disallow a perfectly good goal for Spurs which would have levelled the scores, it was the only time Crouch did not miss several chances coming his way. Even Pompey goalkeeper David James ironically smiled at the cameras at his good fortune with the referee saying he was impeded before the goal. Rubbish.
Referees, they cost teams and supporters, hope your bet was worthwhile Mr Wiley. Oh btw how many free kicks did you award to Portsmouth, and yet when Krancjar is hauled down, blind as a bat aren't you.
Sunday, 11 April 2010
Power to the People
Power to the People
It’s Modern History time. Back in the Conservative days of Rule Brittania, in the gloomy 80’s and 90’s, the Tory Government decided they could not afford to run industry anymore, forget nationalisation, lets privatise everything. So Margaret Thatcher and John Major, sold off our public transport and the fares went up, the service got worse and a few lucky bosses in the right place at the right time became fat cats, whilst the rest of us suffered.
And so it was, not only with Public Transport the buses and railways, you know the sort of thing the people depend on to go to work etc. No they privatised the H2O, that falls from the sky and collects in holes in the ground, they privatised all the public utilities, you know the sort of thing people rely on to turn a tap and drink, switch a kettle on and cook a meal, heat a house, light up the dark. Yes the Tories thought it a good idea to lose control of basic essentials and let fat cats profit and the population suffer.
Now one of the new breed of power companies is N Power. They provide my gas and electricity. They can’t read meters, so they estimate bills, that go up and up all the time, and are not so quick to come down when international wholesale prices fall through basic economics supply and demand.
Just recently they have sent me enough bills for me to wallpaper a wall in one of my rooms. On line I can see the reverse of my bill but not the front!! I read the meter and send them the figures, they send me another bill. But, it has no readings. So they send me another copy which is the same as before, no readings. Finally the penny drops and they send me a bill justifying their exorbitant rates. Then they send me an amended bill, which is less. So I pay their last bill the amended bill. Then they send me a letter stating I owe them more money.
So…………….. I telephoned them yesterday, and the poor girl at the end of the phone got a dreadful ear bashing from me, as she tried to explain. But, as I said to her, if you ate at a restaurant and got 6 bills, which one would you pay.
I don’t know if it’s my age, but I am sure incompetency is getting more and more contagious, and spreading. The symptoms are you don’t know your left hand from your right hand, and you just make things up as you go along and hope no one notices.
I do think N Power staff are suffering from this disease. Me, I shall be changing my supplier. After all in a free market, competition drives down prices and improves efficiency, doesn’t it…………………………………..doesn’t it.
Luckily enough I passed A level Economics.
It’s Modern History time. Back in the Conservative days of Rule Brittania, in the gloomy 80’s and 90’s, the Tory Government decided they could not afford to run industry anymore, forget nationalisation, lets privatise everything. So Margaret Thatcher and John Major, sold off our public transport and the fares went up, the service got worse and a few lucky bosses in the right place at the right time became fat cats, whilst the rest of us suffered.
And so it was, not only with Public Transport the buses and railways, you know the sort of thing the people depend on to go to work etc. No they privatised the H2O, that falls from the sky and collects in holes in the ground, they privatised all the public utilities, you know the sort of thing people rely on to turn a tap and drink, switch a kettle on and cook a meal, heat a house, light up the dark. Yes the Tories thought it a good idea to lose control of basic essentials and let fat cats profit and the population suffer.
Now one of the new breed of power companies is N Power. They provide my gas and electricity. They can’t read meters, so they estimate bills, that go up and up all the time, and are not so quick to come down when international wholesale prices fall through basic economics supply and demand.
Just recently they have sent me enough bills for me to wallpaper a wall in one of my rooms. On line I can see the reverse of my bill but not the front!! I read the meter and send them the figures, they send me another bill. But, it has no readings. So they send me another copy which is the same as before, no readings. Finally the penny drops and they send me a bill justifying their exorbitant rates. Then they send me an amended bill, which is less. So I pay their last bill the amended bill. Then they send me a letter stating I owe them more money.
So…………….. I telephoned them yesterday, and the poor girl at the end of the phone got a dreadful ear bashing from me, as she tried to explain. But, as I said to her, if you ate at a restaurant and got 6 bills, which one would you pay.
I don’t know if it’s my age, but I am sure incompetency is getting more and more contagious, and spreading. The symptoms are you don’t know your left hand from your right hand, and you just make things up as you go along and hope no one notices.
I do think N Power staff are suffering from this disease. Me, I shall be changing my supplier. After all in a free market, competition drives down prices and improves efficiency, doesn’t it…………………………………..doesn’t it.
Luckily enough I passed A level Economics.
Sunday, 4 April 2010
This Easter Message from Pope Allan the 87th
This Easter Remember the RESURRECTION Shuffle......doing alright...
Choose yourself a partner
From the middle of the floor.
Blow a little kiss
To the woman next door.
Step on the gas
Put your head in the air.
make a "V" sign
And you throw back your hair....doing alright yeah
a do a loo a doo lop, a do a loo a do lop
Put your hand on your hip
Now you let your back bone slip.
Put out your tongue
Put your head in the air.
Make a "V" sign
And you just don't care.
Now you feel free
You gotta loose control.
All Gods children gotta
Little bit of soul.
You don't have to think
You don't have to move a muscle
just do the brow beatin'
Heavy leather resurrection shuffle.....doing alright yeah
a do a loo a doo lop, a do a loo a do lop
Think about nothing now
You're nice and high.
You're advocating love
But you don't know why.
Now you getting vibrations
All down to your feet.
That's the brow beatin'
Heavy leather resurrection beat........doing alright now
a do a loo a doo lop, a do a loo a do lop
Choose yourself a partner
From the middle of the floor.
Blow a little kiss
To the woman next door.
Step on the gas
Put your head in the air.
make a "V" sign
And you throw back your hair....doing alright yeah
a do a loo a doo lop, a do a loo a do lop
Put your hand on your hip
Now you let your back bone slip.
Put out your tongue
Put your head in the air.
Make a "V" sign
And you just don't care.
Now you feel free
You gotta loose control.
All Gods children gotta
Little bit of soul.
You don't have to think
You don't have to move a muscle
just do the brow beatin'
Heavy leather resurrection shuffle.....doing alright yeah
a do a loo a doo lop, a do a loo a do lop
Think about nothing now
You're nice and high.
You're advocating love
But you don't know why.
Now you getting vibrations
All down to your feet.
That's the brow beatin'
Heavy leather resurrection beat........doing alright now
a do a loo a doo lop, a do a loo a do lop
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