Friday, October 31, 2008
Travels as a footie fan take you here, there & everywhere as Lenin & McArthy said, up and down the length and breadth of this land supporting yer team, as well as overseas and as HMHB will tesify, the pull is magical - "All I want for Xmas is a Dukla Prague away Kit"- whilst we all marvel and admire the Snadfrods as they set off in their wonderful (German) vehicle , spare a thought for the lost souls who marvel at stadia and the wonders of technology all over the world...here the gremlinfc is at one of the few stadia in the world where the pitch can be taken out on rollers but it normally stays outside so it can get sun, rain etc - moving it in or out takes about 4 +half hours...Vorsprung Durch Technik...
I've been co-incidentally on the road almost all day today - to and from a funeral in Cumbria - and so have loads to catch up on. As DarceysSis is fast asleep next to me I daren't even play Shane's movie, let alone open up any of the other posts from the last 30hrs or so.
Travelling : both a regular topic for many of my favourite bands, and a subject with much resonance to me & mine.
We're out again tomorrow - Chester Zoo, I think - and won't be travelling home from DarceysGran's until late on Sunday, so Lord only knows when I will get round to my post for this, but I'll promise you it IS coming and it is going to be boringly long!
So get your neck pillows ready; charge the in-car discplayers; check the fluid levels; pack the car hamper and fill the flask . . . oh, and make sure the kids have been to the toilet!
Are we there yet?
Are we there yet?
Thursday, October 30, 2008
Just in time for Hallowe'en, here's a different sort of chill altogether.
The Visitations – An Electric Storm
The Black Mass: An Electric Storm In Hell – An Electric Storm
I am still fighting the good fight to convince my European colleagues that Halloween is not an American invention (although you could see why they might think that) but a very old feast day of Celtic origin and one which I grew up with.
Hope you have a Happy Halloween!
Go on then - couldn't resist. Shoey's was so great. I've made it into a quiz by blacking out the text. I'll end up with massive egg on my face if the title displays at the top when you play it. But, hey, I'll take the risk.....
Up-date: Forgot to include Javis's finest Halloween hour - so I've added it at the beginning. Move breakable objects out of your reach if you listen to this as you will strike glam rock poses around the living room....
Well, I have made a start to the project and you can see it at http://breakoutreport.com/rrindex/index.htm I am being quite ambitious here and not only have I broken the artist list up into individual A-Z pages, I will be listing the topics in an A-Z list and the topics by date published as well. Additionally, every topic will link to another page with the ten songs listed as well as links to the blog and column for that topic.
Right now only some of the links are active and I have added topics for only the Punctuation Marks and Numerals artists in the A-Z. I've also added pages for the two most recent topics.
So when you follow the link above, click on the A-Z by Artist link and then click on the topics to see how the layout works. You can click on any of the alphabet links in the A-Z by artists for the existing list, as yet not annotated with topics. You can click on the Topic by Date link for the ten topic pages I have done so far. For topic pages from this year I have added the B Lists as well but that is very time consuming and I am not sure I will continue to do so.
Originally I was going to call the site Themed Songs or Topical Songs but decided Readers Recommend: The Complete Index made more sense. I have yet to register an url but will do so if Maddy says the copyright issues are in order. I have put a copyright announcement at the bottom of each page. At this time I am not placing ads on the site but if The Guardian has no problem with my doing so, I may add some Google ads along the ledft side and bottom of the page as well as an Amazon.com link to Dorian's book...but only if there are no issues with that.
I don't know how long the blog and column have been running, but at least since 2005. That makes at least 200 topics covered so far. At fivw to ten topic pages a week, it would take me 20-40 weeks to compile the complete up to date index. If spillers are willing to pitch in, I will create templates that volunteers can use to put together pages and email them back to me. This might speed things up a bit.
I'd like your feedback...what do you think of such an index? Are there any additions you would make? Anything you think should be left out?
The link again is http://breakoutreport.com/rrindex/index.htm until I register an url and give it a permanent home.
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Radio Shoe and Drunk Pumpkin Productions present the Halloween edition. For all important 'Spill points, redeemable at fine outlets nowhere, am looking for Song Title and Artiste for each. Tried to go with some less obvious choices for tricks, but hope you find a few treats too.
Freak Time - Keith LeBlanc
Ricky's Hand - Fad Gadget
Witches Multiplication Table - Holger Czukay
Irate Caterpillar - Hugh Cornwell & Robert Williams
Stalker Fever - Eric Alexandrakis
Demon Seed - Nine Inch Nails
Sonny's Burning - The Birthday Party
Kundalini - 23 Skidoo
In The Nursery- Psychic TV
The Shankhill Butchers - Decemberists
Werewolf - Cat Power
Halloween - Chris Garneau
Monday, October 27, 2008
Apologies to all those to whom this means nothing or less (and, yes, I know that's most of you) but I wanted all my fellow Prefab Sprout fans to share in my joy at discovering that there's a new Sprout album due out in February 2009 - their first since 2001. The working title is Let's Change The World With Music - The Blueprint. I have to confess, I'm all a-tremble.
To celebrate, here's a selection of five of my favourite Prefab Sprout tracks. Enjoy...
Sunday, October 26, 2008
This was a very pleasurable afternoon spent by the gremlin and his little gremlin-ite while mrs. gremlin did "more cultural" things (can't reveal what or it'll give away the location). This footie venue is so vast you can easily wile away a complete afternoon just looking at the trophy Rooms and Museum. Don't forget you Snadfrods - take a good camera with you for piccies!
We're off on us jaunts again tomorrow so won't be back for at least 4 days , sniff, sniff. This teaser is especially for Toffeeboy and Sonicwebcrumb.
It's mushroom season in the Alsace and, like many other city-dwellers, we headed out to the woods yesterday to enjoy some country air and the last of the incredible sunshine which is still bathing the area in spite of the fact that Christmas is only nine weeks away (aaarrrrgghhh!)
You have to be very careful, though. Even touching something like the monster in the photo can cause serious problems. There are so many different kinds of fungus which proliferate under the dark ferns of the forest, shyly peeping out from under the dead leaves, or indeed standing tall and in your face like this one. And even putting a bad mushroom in the basket with the others means that you have to to throw the whole lot away. We went with a friend who is a part-time wild man of the woods and can read the forest and all its signs. He can look at a vague pock mark in the mud and say "Hum, a wild boar was eating chestnut kernels here". "How on earth can you tell that?" I asked him on several occasions. But he could always give a plausible explanation for his deductions. I couldn't contradict him anyway...
Yesterdays' mission was finding, in descending order, girolles (the queen of mushrooms) and cêpes (which I hate to use when cooking as they are slimy and glutinous but brilliant when dried). Our friend strode on ahead, poking through the dried leaves and very unselfishly rooting out the small, light beige heads of the pieds de mouton mushrooms which, sadly, were the only kind of edible fungus we came up with yesterday. After four hours' walk we came home with enough to make sauce for two lamb chops. Not such a good haul. But it was a magnificent day in the forest.
Thankfully, we didn't come across these two colourful creatures. Instead of doing an 'afternoon' list (I put all my suggestions on the Mother Ship anyway...), I thought I'd share my current musical obsession with you all. The album's called The Trials of Van Occupanther by Midlake. It was, again, a 'turn right at the traffic lights and go once more round the block' moment when I heard the first track - Roscoe - on FIP radio. I can only describe them as "Fleetwood Mac-meets-The-Alan-Parsons-Project-meets-Radiohead", although they describe their influences as being Jethro Tull (gulp). Wikipedia tells me they were formed in 1999 in Denton, Texas. This album was released in 2006 and it seems there'll be a new one this year "tentatively entitled" The Courage of Others. Here's their website.
No particular question this week, but do let me know what you think of Midlake. The first track, Roscoe, blew me away and is representative of the whole album. Enjoy....
Saturday, October 25, 2008
Well, someone had to do it - I was rather expecting it to be fp but it seems that it's been left to me to bring some special joy to The 'Spill in the shape of the awesome Starland Vocal Band (not Starlight as some idiots seem to think). Yes, it's Afternoon Delight for your personal delectation.
Next up is the first of two contributions from Jonathan Richman to the afternoon theme: Sunday Afternoon from the recent album Not So Much To Love As To Be Loved. Very short, very instrumental, very beautiful, very Jojo.
Most of us probably know the Crash Test Dummies from their 1993 hit, the wonderfully-titled Mmm Mmm Mmm Mmm. Afternoons & Coffee Spoons was the UK follow-up and although it wasn't such a big hit over here, I remember liking it at the time and I think it's aged well. I particularly love the lines:
Someday I'll have a disappearing hairline,
Someday I'll wear pyjamas in the daytime..
We're all heading that way, boys...
Two more tracks to finish with. First of all, it's The Cardigans with In The Afternoon and finally I present to you this week's second Jonathan Richman track. It's simply called Afternoon and it's taken from one of my favourite albums - Rock 'n' Roll with The Modern Lovers. This was recorded at a time when Jonathan was evidently keen to distance himself from the early Modern Lovers' sound - it's about as far away from She Cracked, Pablo Picasso and Roadrunner as you can get. The good news is that you're allowed to like both sounds - and I do...
Edit: I have a question for you all. Although I love the Crash Test Dummies track, I have to admit to feeling just a tad irritated by the guy's voice - there's something ever so slightly annoying about his vocal style - and I can guarantee that there are some singers that grate on your nerves every time you hear them. So my question is, which singers sound to you like finger nails on a blackboard? I'll start things off with the obvious (to me anyway) Bob Dylan, and follow that up with one that I know some of you will find an odd choice; namely, Harriet Wheeler of The Sundays. Over to you...
And at the end of a perfect afternoon (NOT!) comes ...
Matthew Ryan - Happy Hour
As far removed from the vibe of The Housemartins as it is possible to be. A real 'stop-you-in-your-tracks' lyric if ever I heard one. Magnificent, imo.
Friday, October 24, 2008
I just went to a lyrics site to check my quote from the Who's 'Love Ain't For Keeping' for RR, and found the first line rendered as
Layin' on my back in the nude and on the grass
Now, this may very well be the case later on in the song, but for the first line it's really the 'newly-mown' grass to which they are referring.
Anyone found any more malapropisms on lyrics sites?
Here's Raining in Port Arthur by the Gourds - someone's having a horrible afternoon.
Raining in Port Arthur
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
To Snadfrod and family - gremlinfc hopes you get this far in your very reliable (German) automobile. It is a cool and fascinating place but scaary and magical when the sunsets and night descends. It is rivalled only by Cayton Bay or Gwithian Sands , according to Albie Senior from Bradfrod. The first spiller to guess this exotic location "wins" a copy of the CD Gremlinfc will be concocting for the adventurous and very brave Snadfrod family. Second person to get it right wins 2 copies - hahahahahaha!
Note the well-travelled green bag....where will it be next?
Wouldn't we all secretly like to be doing what these people are doing? I think they ought to send a photo of their (German) Automobile in every major location for us if they can find a Cyber/inernet Cafe , then we can enjoy the journey and be even more green with envy! Actually, I would rather be in a building all day surrounded by people i don't like...
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Monday, October 20, 2008
Gremlin's Crosby post reminded me that everyone loves the Gormley statues (especially Gormley, as they are all replicas of him). When London was peppered with them last summer, I took this shot on Waterloo Bridge. There wasn't a campaign to keep them in London, but I thought they were pretty neat. This was one of the few you could get at, though - most were on rooftops.
Sunday, October 19, 2008
For me, the local library is more suburban than a Costco, TB...but then like gf I've only ever seen the huge hangar-monsters. Springsteen used to say that the first book he ever read was Ron Kovic's Born on the Fourth of July, but I don't think that's true...or where did the language come from?
Shoey says he never 'got' Bruce, and why don't I do a list. So I have, and I'll post the first 7 and then, after a decent interval, the other 8.
1 For You: Bruce was not the only person who got the 'new Dylan' label - here's an example of the baroque outpouring of words and images that characterised his first album, Greetings From Asbury Park NJ. It was as if people said "ooh, baroque outpouring of words and images - this must be the new Dylan!"
2 Wild Billy's Circus Story: by the second album the language was more comprehensible, and this song is full of weird, wonderful and sinister characters. Plus, show me a person with a song about the circus who DOESN'T put circus music in it.
3 Rosalita: for its joy, its exuberance, and the line "your poppa certainly knows that I don't have any money"...if only he'd known...
4 Meeting Across the River: Springsteen here distils the tension, the relationships and the backstory into a few simple lines - so different from his earliest work. The words are matched by the spareness of the music.
5 Racing in the Street has it all, for me - you've got the subtlety of the relationships, the understanding of people's lives, the clinging on to the one thing that gives their lives meaning, because everything else is too awful to think about. And the 'ching' of the tambourine that evokes a music that's already in the past. Sigh. I love this song.
6 Sherry Darling is also about someone making the best of his lot...but this is much more cheerful.
7 Reason to Believe (not the Rod Stewart song) is from the first acoustic album, Nebraska, and it's like a folk song, a series of little vignettes making a pattern. And again, saying some very profound things about life in a very simple way.
Just a short playlist this week - still suffering from iTunes-related stress!
First up, the song I mentioned yesterday called Wheels Go Round by a C86-era band called Blue Train. I think this was their only single but they promised more. The song's written from the perspective of the friends left behind when one of their own leaves to seek fame and fortune.
I hope you enjoy, Dean Friedman's Marginal Middle Class. It's nice - that's what it is...
Finally, Watford's contribution to Britpop, and Peel favourites, Gene, with Sleep Well Tonight from their debut album, Olympian. I used to play football with the lead singer - he was better than me at that as well. Curses!
On Saturday I said ...
I have to say I just LOVE this topic, or rather my music collection does.
There will be at least one post, but it may be after RR deadline, and I suspect that I'll somehow have to whittle the current 63 song longlist down at least by half.
But having been to a typically suburban housewarming party for a now ex-neighbour, I'm too drunk and too tired . . .
Actually, ToffeeBoy, I surprised myself by being up bright and breezy with the girls this morning in time to catch the footy highlights that I missed last night! And whilst wondering whether to now pick Antonio Valencia in place of the injured Martin Petrov for my GU Darcey County FF team, and watching my kids have a typically suburban Sunday, I started to consider my pile of CDs and mp3 possibles . . .
An early thought was to split my list into two, one for each side of the two communities divided by a common language - Cypress Boulevard vs Acacia Avenue if you will - but Bap Kennedy, Scorpions, AC/DC, etc, etc, etc, all conspired to ruin that idea.
So tonight, I've tried to distill my thoughts down into one concise-but-killer post'n'song piece.
The trouble is, in exactly the same way as the very subject matter we're discussing, the DsD musical suburbs keep oozing out past their original boundaries!
After staring at my proto-utterances and CD lyric sheets all evening, I can no longer tell my swallowed-up villages from my satellite towns. Are latterly-gentrified terraces around long-demolished factories now suburbs? How do residents of almost-city-central-but-rich-enough-to-afford-green-moat-detached-houses see themselves?
I've tried taking my newly-installed (and already annoying the pants off me) Firefox over to the mothership for guidance, but it looks like that's bogged down in the same mire. And if I get involved I'll end up picking a fight with sonofwebcore - (New Entry No.6 with a bullet in the DsD Top Ten Stupid Things To Do list) over his definition of my home town!
*Whilst I will defer to his Scouse credentials, his seniority, his impassioned authenticity, and yes his much harder fists, don't EVER call Widnes a Cheshire town to anyone with 40y.o. roots there!! If you didn't work at TAC, Golden Wonder, RTZ or Fisons, it was a dead cert a driving commute involved the "Ford Road" in to/through Speke, rather than heading east or south over the river. CHESHIRE?!?! B@ll*cks to the County pen-pushers who kept changing my family's postal address without our ever packing a bag!*
Anyway, lookee here, midnight again and I haven't uploaded a single tune yet! [SIGH!]
The Bobby Charltons - Sunday Lunch (I Don't Wanna Know)
The Christians - Greenbank Drive
Richmond Fontaine - A Girl In A House In Felony Flats
Live - Shit Towne
The rest'll have to wait again - it's a good job I'm not a journalist on a deadline!
FURTHER EDIT - MONDAY NIGHT
And now that it IS after deadline, here's some more. Dedicated to the Snadfrods, and their new behemoth mobile-suburb-all-by-itself! Or maybe, given the bleak view of the 'burbs the following songs offer, it's his getaway vehicle from the land of the living dead?
Thunder - Higher Ground
Cowboy Junkies - Hunted
EBTG - Anytown
Edie Brickell - Oak Cliff Bra
Matthew Ryan - Chickering Angel
Bap Kennedy - The Shankill And The Falls
Shack - Streets Of Kenny
Joolz - Requiem
Smalltown Heroes - Human Soup
Saturday, October 18, 2008
As I mentioned a short while ago on the Mothership, I have a problem with my iTunes. I've lost my 'library' (god knows how - I didn't change anything) - and although I quickly discovered that I hadn't actually lost any music and could easily re-import it all into iTunes, I was more than a bit peeved when I found that I'd lost all my playlists, ratings and play history. I eventually managed to find an older version of my library from just a few weeks ago (which has all the play history etc.) and I've managed to load this but now iTunes can't find the music files. I can locate files individually but I don't really fancy doing that for all 10,000 tracks...
If there's no way of re-introducing the library to the music files (en bloc) it seems that I have two choices ahead of me:
1. Reload the music files from the folders, accept that I've lost the play history etc. and spend an evening (or two) reconstructing my playlists and de-selecting most of ToffeeGirl's favourite tracks so they don't accidentally appear in my head at an inappropriate moment.
2. Re-connect all 10,00 songs manually.
The first of these options seems the more palatable, but before I embark on this tedious process, if anyone's experienced this sort of problem with their iTunes and has a sugestion or two, I'd be grateful if you'd share it with the rest of the class. Ta.
And although blimpy keeps pointing out that this isn't a music blog, I don't feel right posting something without adding some music - so here's a demo version of Elvis Costello's Boy With A Problem for your delictation...
Friday, October 17, 2008
Just heard the sad news of the death of Levi Stubbs and was compelled to say a few words.
It was my great good fortune that so many of the greatest The Four Tops' classic 45's were also among the first few records I can remember seeing in our house. Although I was just a wee speck at the time, I absolutely loved tracks like 'Walk away Rene', 'Bernadette' and 'If I were a Carpenter'. My favorite though was always 'Reach out(I'll be there)' which absolutely sent me into the future every time my older sister played it. It was a great tune, structure, everything, with a wild energy all of its own, like very little else before or since - but it was Levi Stubbs tenderly delivered and yet startlingly righteous vocal that sealed it for me.
By way of a tribute, here's a live vocal from 1966. Unstoppable, I think, is the word.
His loss will be particularly powerful to all those who felt that his music spoke to ordinary men and women everywhere - not just to a niche market - and by all those who can still remember what it means to dance with someone else and have it really mean something.
RIP, Levi Stubbs
Was about to take issue with lonniej over on RR about whether it could be suburbia if it was a mansion...then I remembered seeing this house for sale in my son's bit of San Antonio, which is definitely suburban. Mind you, his house isn't as posh as this, which will set you back $1,195,000 o.n.o. (I'm guessing about the o.n.o. bit.)
Some suburban songs...a suburban tragedy, by Maggie Holland; the importance of gardens and gardening, by the same (and of course suburban gardens are now very important for wildlife - not to mention veg growing); RT imagines the true suburban life, complete with shed; and I expect you've all heard Thunder Road before, but this is a live version which perhaps you haven't.
Sandy Hill, by Maggie Holland
A Proper Sort of Gardener, by Maggie Holland
A Solitary Life, by Richard Thompson
Thunder Road (live), by Bruce Springsteen
Neighbours - Noah House of Dread
Sweet Suburbia - The Skids
English Towns - The Stranglers
Here Comes A Saturday - Cowboys International
Suburban Rhonda - Magazine
The Emotional Hooligan - Gary Clail
Evidently Chickentown - John Cooper Clarke
Dream Kitchen - Mark Stewart
Stargazer - The Zephyrs
In The Ghetto - Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds
No More Ghettos In America - Stanley Winston
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Mr McFlah has asked me most politely to step down from my guest editorship of the Spill, with the following wise words:
Speng, 1975 needs you. If you don't return to 1975 the time continuum will be irreversibly disrupted, punk will never happen, and we'll all be listening to Cliff Richard and Tom Jones in 2008......
He also asked me to publish my reply, which reads as follows:
Mr McFlah (May I call you Blimpy?)
You know, you may have a point there, sir...
I had been thinking of retiring anyway, following the recent financial crisis. Some would no doubt echo 'before they give you the boot old chap' but actually I can see now that I have reached a new plateau in my career as a philanderer from which there is no point in running - time is finally catching up with old 'buzzwagon' Brian.
Better to take an 'early', embrace the inevitable, accept the handshake and move upward and onward to sunnier climes. Maybe i'll just head back over to Mallorca and move in with my sister (she bats for the other side you know) the winter is much less harsh there, and who knows what a beach full of bathing beauties might do for the old libido - could be the start of something big for Brian Speng
Toodle pip, its been a fine thing to associate with you and the others at the jolly old Spill Blimpy, sir. I raise a glass of fine old Sherry to you all.
p.s. My closing credits acknowledge my inspiration
So long, one and all!
- Pack of deep frozen mixed seafood - de-frosted and rinsed.
- Large onion
- Third of a cup of fish stock (made with fish stock cube - no sweat)
- Dry white wine or Noilly Prat
- Tub of creme fraiche or liquid single cream
- Portion of saffron
- Peel and very finely chop the onion. Soften in oil.
- Turn up heat to max and add the seafood mixture. Cook through until done.
- Add half a glass of dry white wine or Noilly Prat. Allow to sizzle.
- Add the fish stock and sizzle a little more.
- Add the wee pot of saffron and it will go lovely and golden.
- Finish off by adding the cream and if it's not thick enough boil down a bit.
- Pour over pasta and serve with the rest of the white wine!
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
In true RR fashion, I've stretched Toffeeboy's rules a bit – Cannonball is a one-word title but as a word, it's hardly been common currency since Cromwell, and It's a Wonderful Life isn't a homonym for Black's hit, but it's a great film and this list needed some alt.country – so, press play and guess the artist. There's precisely nothing here by
• The Mamas and The Papas!
• The Chemical Brothers!
• Iggy and the Stooges!
• Patsy Kensit and Eighth Wonder!
• Van Morrison!
• Stevie Wonder!
• James (thanks, gremlinfc)!
• The Four Tops!
• The Chemical Brothers (again!!)!
• James Stewart and Donna Reed!
• The Police!
• The Breeders!
As always, I hope you have fun…
EDIT: I'm turning this into a Podbean to see if that works…
EDIT2: The quiz is currently down for maintenance. It should be back up at lunchtime. Sorry about this.
EDIT3: Here we go again… and it works. Yeehaw! And Rich, you're right, that is Sparklehorse.
This little birdie is a Skylark (Alauda arvensis).
Ralph Vaughan Williams had his lark ascending into a clear Fenland Summer sky but Robert Fripp removed several of the poor little bugger's tongues and preserved them in savoury jelly.
Then he separated the dish into pieces and here they all are;
Larks tongues in Aspic pt1
Larks tongues in Aspic pt2
Larks tongues in Aspic pt3
Larks tongues in Aspic pt4a
Larks tongues in Aspic pt4b
Larks tongues in Aspic pt4c
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
The strangest bug I have ever seen- South Africa 2006 - what on earth is it? Is it Henry, the mild-mannered janitor? Can you help solve this strange and worrying mystery? It was too big even to squish , especially with flip-flops on so we let it go its way, which is a good thing as I can't really afford any more lapses on my karma-slate.
It's definitely a warning from nature - made me think of Cerrano (not de Bergerac) "Supernature"...
2008 has not been that great for new acts to emerge, but it has been quite a year for old bands getting back together again.
Monday, October 13, 2008
I mentioned earlier that DarceysSis & I went on a thoroughly enjoyable walk last weekend. It was great in spite of the weather -
DarceysSis at Ogden The Giant's tooth
- because we were on a mission, namely a Boggart hunt! So don't be fooled by the picture of us gathering around the Giant's Tooth - that was literally a sidetrack.
Anyway, whaddya mean, what's a Boggart? "Why, don't you know?"
[Psst, y'quoting the wrong woodland monster story there, DsD! - Ed.]
Oh yeah, thanks. Boggarts? They're a Northern English sprite: a nasty little bleeder that causes things to disappear, milk to sour, dogs to go lame, and so on. Always malevolent, the boggart lurks under bridges, in stone walls, outhouses (we still have outdoor toilet blocks up 'ere, tha'knuzz!), wooded thickets etc, taking great delight in scaring the pants off all & sundry.
Legend (aka tourism-desperate Local Authority) has it that during September and October, the Boggarts have an annual festival which climaxes on Halloween. They drink strong wines made from local berries and celebrate the scares they have given humans over the summer. They drink so much that they forget to hide during the day, and are turned to stone by magic in the morning light. Frozen in their stone form, they can be spotted sitting in and around the woodland trails.
Ogden Water, nr. Halifax, has an excellent relationship with the local schools, inviting the kids for several walk-based activities during the year. Although we went on an organised led walk, this one is open for all to take themselves, every day between now and the end of the month. If AliMunday or DaddyPig fancy a free walk that'll get the kids' cheeks rosy, get yourselves to the shop by the Reservoir Head for a set of Walk Instructions. But be warned, wear your walking shoes, take a snack, and leave the pushchairs in the car; it's uphill & downdale for a good 90 mins right round the water (nearer two hours if you go up to see Oggie's molar).
For more info, click here
And somehow, this seems appropriately spooky:
My Morning Jacket - Into The Woods
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Oh lady midnight, how I love to drink from thee! Brian Speng here with a late night musical nightcap of a first (or should I say last) post. Perhaps you'd like to start by pressing 'play' on the above clip - i've always considered it my theme tune, especially where the lovely ladies are concerned. My banana yellow Capri just wouldn't hold the road the same without it. The thing about Barry (you only have to look at the picture above to understand what a true inspiration he remains for me) was that he knew intinctively how to talk to a woman. Rather like myself, he had the medium and the message; the timing, the style, the beard -well actually, I had to lose my own whiskers on account of how closely i'd begun to resemble Roger Whittaker, but no matter. My point here is that Barry had the blinking lot my friends and more to spare.
Anyone else got a theme song of their own which they'd care to share with me over a stiff glass of the old bedtime Domecq and a fine cheroot? I'd love to hear from you my dears.