Grumpy old fart!!!

"If you talk to God you're religious. If God talks to you, you're psychotic."

Listen to the rhythm of the falling rain

Dozen Best Books

 

 

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Joe Cocker – The Moon Is a Harsh Mistress (1974)

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Benny Hill – Ernie (The Fastest Milkman In The West)

March 20, 2017 Posted by | Social History, Uncategorized | , , , , | 6 Comments

Come on Piglet

Poor Pooh only has honey in a jar to offer Piglet unlike Thin Lizzi 😮

OK it’s a poor link but any excuse to play this again 😀

March 17, 2017 Posted by | Uncategorized | , , , , , , | 2 Comments

Janis Joplin

March 14, 2017 Posted by | Social History, Uncategorized | , , , , , | 4 Comments

Silence is Golden

 

Silence is GoldenChrissy Marie

The link is tenuous but I like the combination 😉

February 24, 2017 Posted by | Risqué, Social History, Uncategorized | , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , | 2 Comments

Nouela – The Sound of Silence

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Arjuna

Arjuna

Rooting through my “treasure chest” I found this poster of a the Arjuna, health food shop in Cambridge bought in the early 70’s, the shop is still thriving today 😀

January 4, 2017 Posted by | Uncategorized | , , , | Leave a comment

A Whiter Shade of Pale

I was feeling rather nostalgic and and decided to play Procol Harum’s

“A Whiter Shade of Pale”

We skipped the light fandango
Turned cartwheels cross the floor
I was feeling kinda seasick
But the crowd called out for more
The room was humming harder
As the ceiling flew away
When we called out for another drink
The waiter brought a tray

And so it was that later
As the miller told his tale
That her face, at first just ghostly,
Turned a whiter shade of pale
She said, there is no reason
And the truth is plain to see.
But I wandered through my playing cards
And would not let her be
One of sixteen vestal virgins
Who were leaving for the coast
And although my eyes were open
They might have just as well’ve been closed

She said, I’m home on shore leave,
Though in truth we were at sea
So I took her by the looking glass
And forced her to agree
Saying, you must be the mermaid
Who took Neptune for a ride.
But she smiled at me so sadly
That my anger straightway died

If music be the food of love
Then laughter is its queen
And likewise if behind is in front
Then dirt in truth is clean
My mouth by then like cardboard
Seemed to slip straight through my head
So we crash-dived straightway quickly
And attacked the ocean bed

 

January 3, 2017 Posted by | Social History, Uncategorized | , , , , | 3 Comments

Ha Ha Said The Clown

Ha Ha Said The Clown Garrett’s Gifs To The World

 

 

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