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She’s listing to port then starboard
Her sail’s shot through
Hull’s holed too
Nothing left for the crew to do
Cast off their boots
Hope to swim for shore
This dear old tub will be no more
She’ll slide to the deep
Only sing for her keep
To the fishes and the wishes
Of the thrum of the tide
Found this blast from the past, from some time in 2006 in London…
Had an ultra bizarre afternoon on Saturday. Decided to go to a ‘free’ ‘blues’ festival in the city. Turned out to be a bit of a dinky free concert hosted by an animal rescue charity so they could ask the audience for donations.
When I arrived there was a jazz pianist (quite good) with a female singer who sang the whole first number at least a third lower than the key the pianist was playing. Excruciating. The rest of the set was more or less in tune but still excruciating. Then she played solo violin (quite well) while a tall muscular eye candy black man did an interpretive dance (!!!!!!!). All a bit art school.
I thought I’d stick around for the next act, really wanting to hear some blues. Instead a five piece hard rock band from Scotland got up, pretty good music, all black clothes, studded belts, you can picture it.
As soon as they started playing, a group of old fogies, well into their seventies, jumped up and started grooving VERY ENERGETICALLY. Three of the gents wore lurid 70s shirts, two sporting large gold sunnies and WIGS. Yes, wigs. And they thought they were HOT!
Pretty soon there was a bit of a crowd, attracted by the music. We were all looking on with our mouths open, lots of people taking photos. Just wish I’d remembered to take my camera instead of having to make do with the crappy mobile phone camera…sigh! Those photos just didn’t work out.
Last weekend I discovered just how easy it is to break your elbow without even hitting it on something (foosh oh foosh you wily old goat). My inner tomboy took over during a bike ride and one slow speed accident later I’m feeling like a big idiot and summer is wrecked. Suffice to say it’s feminine all the way from now on. (‘Wrecked’ is a bit of an overstatement 
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With an elbow fracture is it takes an hour or so to start swelling and hurting. So we kept on riding, discovered we could get down into a creek canal and shortly came across a whole tree up against a bridge, covered with trapped trash and other debris. Notice how absolutely jammed full the shopping trolley is. Must have been quite a torrent the day this came to rest.
