Don't blog, they say (thanks DCI), if all you do is walk the dog. If only.
I have done considerably less than that over the last few days.
This particular corner of surburban Oxfordshire seems beset by a nasty flu-like virus. Our infestation has had all the children running around saying 'bird-flu'. Well, one of them anyway. But he says it a lot.
Associated with this bug has have been some very weird and unsettling dreams. But for reasons that I can not begin to explain last night's dream involved the Edinburgh festival of about 1983 (ish). I was there for two full weeks and saw a lot, much of which remains fresh in my memory. Highlights included seeing the late very great Ian Dury twice, the Liverpool poets twice, a production of Equus that blew me away, Jeremy Hardy at the start of his career and Hank Wangford.
He was appearing at the picnic. Thousands (well a dozen or so) (OK, five) balloons took off and floated benignly over the Edinburgh evening. Two of the photos I took then were used only last year in a brochure. Hank played on the back of a flat-bed for an hour or more and sang several of his classics. The one I remember best was called "Drop-kick me Jesus through the goalposts of life".
I am inclined to always make space in my life for people who write songs with titles like that.
PS: In his day job, Hank is a Gynaecologist. Insert your own joke here. He does a lot of good stuff in sexual health. Something we should pay more attention to in the UK.
9 comments:
I'm very envious that you saw Ian Dury twice. Great man.
Sadly missed
Yep, same one. And thanks.
Sympathy (re bug) having had a chest infection myself last week.
*coughs discreetly*
Dave - thanks for sympathy. Any tea with that?
Are you familiar with Dr Wangford and this song?!
hey that's so unfair! thought I made it clear that I find your dog-walk posts very inspiring (or maybe that just shows what a sad old cow I really am?)
maybe you should post the whole article, so your readers see it in context
*winge*winge*winge*
How could you ever forget a title like that!
I must say, Beep, you go through the good the bad and the ugly in your posts with style..always appropriate.
I never know what I'll find next!
The only time I ever saw Ian Drury it was because he was the celebrity reporter at a telethon for which I was answering phones at the top of the BT Tower. He didn't do much singing, sadly.
DCI: don't always assume that everyone is on your case. I name checked you because it was your comment that gave me an inspiration to start my post. That it ended in a completely unexpected way is serendipitous. I was saying 'thank you'.
Ta MIG - see you tomorrow (fri) probably
And Pash: It was wonderful. Very hot, very sweaty and right at the height of his fame. He was absolutely m a g n i f i c e n t
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