Lost In Translation. I get a buzz from it on different levels.
Seeing an advert for a spray for men that gives 48 hours protection. What's wrong with having a wash?! Lazy, filthy gits!
Gregory Peck as Atticus in 'To Kill A Mocking Bird'
Have a read of Charles Bukowski's short story 'The Fuck Machine'. Hilarious! After seeing what happens to one of the guys though, you might deem it safer, as per story, to take a patched up inflatable doll down to your local garage for the compressed air!
I'm hoping to conduct my own funeral. I'm going to pre-record it on a cd. I want it to be a funeral full of laughter and colour. No black unless people really want to wear it. Being a musician, I am selecting a weird and wonderful mix of music. But I also want it to be an occasion of outrageous and irreverent humour. All sprinkled with a dose of favourite writings. All introduced by my dulcet tones.
Socrates was sitting thinking about the meaning of life one day when Santa (here you must allow historical license!) appeared and came running up to him.
"Socrates! Socrates! I've just heard some gossip about your great rival Diogenes"
"Well lets see if what you have to say is worthwhile. Firstly, is your information of any use to you?"
Santa thought for a while then said, "No not really."
"I see ",said Socrates," and then he continued, "secondly, can you be sure of the truth of your information?"
Santa thought again then said, "No, not at all."
"Thus, you have heard gossip that is of no use and cannot be shown to be true. Therefore it is a waste of time so don't bother me with it."
Santa went off crestfallen. This example illustrates a line of Socratic enquiry. It also shows why Socrates never found out about Diogenes shagging his wife.
Barbara Bonney - Fairest Isle
A selection of songs by Dowland, Byrd, Purcell and others. Accompanied by lute and viols. I don't go in for sopranos usually but she's got a knock out voice. Such wonderful control of dynamics. Just before that I listened to :
Moving Hearts - Live In Dublin
Fantastic lively Irish music.
After reading a couple of days ago that someone is thinking about releasing it to compete with the Cowell Christmas Croon, I think all the X factor contestants should perform John Cage's 4'33"
The most dreadful lie along these lines that I've ever heard was by a fellow musician I used to play in a band with. He was desperate to get a woman into bed and in order to get her sympathy, told her that his wife and children had been killed in a car crash a couple of years before. We were all appalled to hear this deception.
Sitting in my back garden with a cuppa at dusk watching loads of bats hovering above.
Although an oak tree in the field next to me has turned to it's autumn colours, the smell of the earth hasn't changed yet. It's this, for me, that marks the passing of the seasons. One morning, perhaps soon, I'll step outside the back door and smell the difference and feel it too.
Took myself off to Hay on Wye today. I love it there and it's only about a half hour or so drive from here. Found some Shakespeare stuff I've been looking for and also one of my favourite plays - John Osborne's The Entertainer. All in all, a good trip out. Well pleased.:happy:
'Day Tripper' The Beatles. Cost me 2/6d :sad:
When TMS goes on tour during the winter months I keep a radio on my bedside table so that I can listen during the night. As well as the cricket it's great to hear all the guffaws and giggling that goes on at the back of the commentary box as Phil Tuffnell comes out with some wry aside or Aggers comes out with a 'Colemanballs'. Great stuff. They make you feel that you are actually there with them.
I moved into my mad little cottage 23 years ago today. Hell, it's gone so quickly. I love it here. I look forward to the next 23 years and beyond.
Certainly, a lot depends on the therapist and the problem that's being looked at. Sometimes talking to family and friends is wonderful therapy. Sometimes talking to a total stranger is more beneficial. As a teenager I had a big family problem and a music teacher at my school was a terrific help. Whenever I think of him, I'm always grateful for the help he gave me.
A few years ago I saw a bereavement counsellor after the suicide of my long term companion. It was the best thing I ever did. The counsellor was a total stranger but I'd felt completely at ease with her very quickly.
Sometimes it's astonishing what comes up in a therapy session. Events and feelings from the past that outwardly seem to have no bearing on the problem at hand and yet get sparked off in some way.
Neither the music teacher or the bereavement counsellor were judgemental in any way. Sharing a problem with someone can be a great help but not all people are born listeners I guess.
I used to have a lovely old Triumph Bonneville. Went up to the Hebrides on it. A lovely machine. I cried when I sold it. :sad:
I think one of the most important moments in the Roman era of British History was when Henghis Pod invented the square wheel!:smile: