Altered Images were a Glasgow band from the ’80’s and their song Happy Birthday was a favourite of mine.
Day After Tomorrow is my late Mum’s birthday.
Next month BFF & I will reach an iconic birthday….though hers is exactly 3 weeks before me :o)
Yeah. She knows. Having been BFF’s since we were both 11, I may have mentioned it once or twice (!)
Bloody Scorpios. Tchss!
One day – when me and she reach 100 – we WILL celebrate like this. Because everyone’ll think we’re old and demented.
Apropos of nothing – I HATE OCTOPUSSIES. Himself used to snorkel off the Rock of Gibraltar and catch the horrible things. Once he brought one home and put it in my freezer. The bastard sea creature squirted black ink everywhere. Calamari? I’d rather eat all four of my car’s tyres, thank you very much.
Oh and btw : Travis are Scottish too & poor wee Greta is still aLive&KicKinG arse.
We have an “antique” shop in town called Great Expectations and I visited it for the first time in about 4 years this morning.
Jeebuth. What a mess. Replace Antique with JUNK.
But I did find the book above. An old accounts book with beautiful marbling, some pages missing but mostly empty.
I rarely go out and about anymore. It’s so hard to socialise and be what my parents taught me to be. Polite and friendly and interested. Though I can say the words and smile the smile whilst inside is silent and still and a hundred thousand miles away.
It’s quite sad to realise that the beauty of an old work book, the binding, the feel of the paper, the real ink page numbers written by someone long ago gave me more pleasure than any person did.
My family know me. They understand but get extremely frustrated at times like this. When “I” disappear and they are left with an automaton.
My thanks to three Wonder Walls :o)
P.S. I still have nightmares about double entry bookkeeping as taught to me when I was 21 and working in a hotel in Amesbury.
The hole in the roof has had babies. They are now Holes – plural. And we’ve run out of buckets.
C’est la vie. Que sera, sera.
I saw Annie and Dave live in a tiny backstreet club in Berlin. They were at the height of their fame but chose that over the Olympic Stadium which was right beside our RMP Unit and had hosted the likes of U2, Michael Jackson, Bowie etc.
This is where Eddi Reader entered my life. This album. She’s stayed ever since.
I whistled a tune called ‘lazy’ and I tiptoed a very tight line All of the time walking backwards, all of the time I was blind And the only voice I was hearing was yours inside my head Saying “Get yourself back to the kitchen, girl, one true move and you’re dead”
But I found out it’s all or nothing
That’s me in a nutshell.
Give me ALL – you get the same.
Give me NOTHING – ditto.
I do NOT do small, superfluous, half-hearted, easy, instant gratification.
Of all the awful stunts that’ve been pulled on us in the last two years – this one hurt me most.
Not only was international travel Banned but travel from here to our next door neighbour. From mother/father to child. Between siblings and friends and the local surgery/hospital/cemetery/shop/pub/church et al.
Games Without Frontiers?
War without tears?
OMG. In my dreams of my past lives….. I WAS married to Peter Gabriel.
The UK has a long standing (from the Middle Ages) history of the children helping to bring in the harvest.
Here – where I live – the schools are OUT on the 22nd of July. For 6 weeks. Last week of July. All of August. 1st week of September.
The weekend after next we are in for a Welsh invasion. My traveller-in-crime and her husband (Dangerous Brian) are bringing their grandson up here. From Wales. Where schools are out a week later ?
Today youngest and I went shopping and did a detour (long story) that had us driving home via “50 acre” – local name.
50 acre is a one track lane that few outsiders know about. It cuts through 50 acres of wheat fields. WHICH HAVE ALL BEEN HARVESTED. Mid July???
I’m old enough to’ve sung this song on the last day of school before the summer holiday began.
P.S. In case y’all don’t know Almaboobies (boobies are Aussies birds) came here from Oz in about 2006. When we (me and their parents) became good friends. They are Brits who got sick of Oz and bought a local pub. A hop from my shop. Ross- the Dad – is a master builder. He helped me far too much. And all for free.
Annie and Dave are fabby famous. So this song is Known by many.
Kelvin Kyte? And why bring him into it?
PAY ATTENTION to the music video. Read the below. And work IT OUT yo’self. FFS.
Thttps://www.bookseries.org/series/the-cold-calling/he characters are real people with real issues and the mysteries are dissected and solved in ways that make sense for a crime fiction story. However, the books are also heavily steeped in the supernatural.
Rickman, the author, understands religions and lore and folktales, and whatever he doesn’t know he researches thoroughly. This shows in The Cold Calling.
The series revolves around the experiences of Bobby Maiden, Marcus Bacton, Sister Anderson, and Cindy.
Cindy is a cross-dressing Shaman. When readers encounter him in the first novel (The Cold Calling), Cindy is certain that a landlady’s daughter was killed by the same person who took the life of William Rufus a long time ago.
Because of a lack of concrete evidence, no one gives Cindy’s ramblings any consideration and that, in turn, drives Cindy to undertake his own investigation.
Bobby Maiden is one of the police officers that choose to ignore Cindy’s claims, and for good reason. Bobby’s life is unraveling. Not only did his marriage implode but he discovered evidence pinning his boss to a corruption case.
When the boss in question retaliates, Bobby actually dies, only to revive a little while later. For Sister Anderson, death is nothing new. And as far as she knows, most people that return to the world of the living typically report visions of a bright light.
But for Bobby, the afterlife was a nightmare, and even after he revives, he cannot find peace. Terrible dreams torment him. If that wasn’t enough, Bobby knows that his boss will orchestrate another accident the first chance he gets.
So when Sister Anderson, a nurse that was miraculously healed and whose own healing powers brought him back to life, offers him sanctuary, Bobby accepts.
It is through Anderson that Bobby meets Marcus, a student of the supernatural, and Grayle Underhill, an American journalist who writes a New Age column in the New Yorker.
Grayle, Cindy, Bobby, Anderson, and Marcus must band together to overcome the mystical source of their respective challenges.
The Cold Calling series tells their story. Each novel follows the distinct journeys of the individual characters as they pull away from one another and then snap back together, forced to reconnect by unexpected circumstances.
BEST THE COLD CALLING BOOKS
These novels are most commonly commended for their magnetic characters and grounded exploration of incredible paranormal occurrences, with some of the best books in the series including:
The Cold Calling: Marcus lives in the ruin of an ancient castle. His life is hardly ordinary. After all, his housekeeper saw the Virgin Mary at a prehistoric burial mound.
When a television archaeologist buys the burial mound and then attempts to acquire the ancient castle, Marcus wants to fight back.
However, distractions keep pushing their way into his life. Chief amongst them is Bobby Maiden. The DI was killed by his corrupt boss. But then sister Anderson, a nurse, and alternative healer brought him back.
Now he is plagued by frightening dreams. Anderson brings Bobby to Marcus because she thinks he can help the police officer.
Meanwhile, Cindy, a ventriloquist, is certain that a serial killer is on the loose. However, he has no proof and no one will listen to him.
SIDE NOTE :
I have not counted the number of times that Phil/Will has had a pop at Richard Dawkins in his many novels.
But enough to tell us what he thinks of this #famous person/darwinian/atheist.
Back to Annie and Dave AND Stranger Danger. Gotta love past insults :o)