They ask for 60 seconds once a year and that is all,
When we will recognize them, those who stood so brave and tall.

They spent their 60 seconds, all in fear and all in pain,
those horrific 60 seconds spent for freedom we would gain.

60 seconds took so long as he watched his buddy die,
60 seconds for a nurse who knew she had to try.
60 seconds went so fast as the bombs came pouring in,

Only 60 seconds to find courage from within.
Another 60 seconds and he would face his greatest fear.

Those endless 60 seconds as the wives waited to hear,

They asked for 60 seconds so we'd know the price they paid,
when they spent their 60 seconds and in hell our freedom made.

They asked for 60 seconds once a year and that is all,
to stand in peace-filled silence and hear the bugle call.

Throughout this post I am going to reflect on the many varied and multiple levels of badness/ wrongness , general sorryness and lots of other ness’s which I am sure I will remember now that the vanilla vodka haze is beginning to wear off .

First of which is to say sorry………”sorry!”

I am a tartaleen and a shameless bottom ogler, however is it my fault?

Did you see the shameful way Mr Lutz signalled me with his pert nether regions?

I think you did!

What is a girl to do, I ask you?

As for that Nick Brendan.

Well honestly.

He just went out of his way to tease me with his whole….

‘I can look like Eric Kufs in a beard, glasses and hat thing if I try really hard and you drink enough and yet not too much Vanilla vodka .. act!’

It was just bound to happen!

But no your right….

I let myself down, I let my friends down, but most of all I let you? down. It was wrong and I'm sorry :(
Added for NN

Right now that I have got that out of the way, I will begin at a point which might make some sort of sense.
As always there is no guarantee that my post will make any sense to the uninitiated!

My ramblings will as always be (……….please fill in the blanks) and they are bound ramble off on various tangents, so I am bunging it behind the cut for safety……

Opening it should be done with the assistance of vanilla Vodka.. cos that helps honest!
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All that and tonight I am going to see Seth Lakeman tonight…..

Question ..

Do you think If I drink enough vodka he will appear more Eric like?

If so I might have found a way to stop missing Common Rotation and all will be well with the world *GRIN!

I am at Hallowhedon and having far too much
to drink
fun
objectification of the male physical form fun.

I fear that Eric has been away far too long and stuff because last night I began to objectify the physical form of Mark Lutz and indeed from a distance and if I squinted (which is not very attractive I have to say… Nick Brendon was not safe from me, in his glasses he had a look of Eric about him BLIMEY. I now promise for the rest of the weekend I will be good and not do the whole objectification thing very much.. I will be good, I will honest.. what a very pert bottom Mark has *slaps self upside head*
I am not being a good girl, but I will try harder … honest..


Come back Common Rotation all is forgiven ;)

Hi all, but most of all Deb will understand..

Sometimes I sit and wonder why I continue to like certain singers/song writers/ artists .. and then I find something that reminds me… this is one of those moments .. please enter BA singing ‘Blue Eyes’ (remember that Debs?) I love this song and I love it when BA sings it…..





I most get back to work now, but hey ho twas escape for a moment :)

Oh what a nice post.... now back off our NHS, it may not be perfect, but it is ours and it looks at what YOU need not the size of your insurance policy.. YAY the NHS!

http://www.channel4.com/news/article.jsp?id=3308762&time=120932

Beau just knocked me flying .. he just got a little bit over excited about the hose pipe and the hosing of the horses (the horses were boiling and needed cooling off) But ouch it hurt.. interviews with additional limping and gravel burns is a good thing right? It must be lucky :) Anyhows to cheer myself up I found some Bill and Donkeys :)

Track 9 Co Ro vs TDBC A most excellent little tune *grin*

'Travel Late' Common Rotation

Peeps who have listened to it , change the bits that are wrong, those that don't have it yet.. your in for a treat:)


We come home late
If we come home at all
We travel heavy
We’re hiding something small
We are not ready
We are just passing through
On our way to you

We take no stand
We hold it in our hands
We will not dance
We will not get the chance
So when you go
No one will follow you

How much do you recall?
Do you remember me at all?
Just,…. what the singer did to a song?
Why do you look so surprised?
I looked you in the eyes
And told you, it would always be this way!

We will not vanish
We will not wait
Your early morning
Born too late
We are not finished……..

BOUNCE AND SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

My order is placed and soon my copy of Common Rotation vs The Dust Bowl Cavaliers will windle its way to me and then I can Squee in much detail!

SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE and BOUNCEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

That is all for now :)

Show of hands have been fab this week, the only problem was there was not enough Phil Beer in the mix... Bless him and keep him. he makes me squee!

http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/uk_news/england/beds/bucks/herts/8037719.stm

Thank the lord for that, and I can only hope that THIS time they ban them from keeping any form of animal for life......

The RSPCA had to give some of the horses back to this person last year, so although I am not into any form of hate or spite, I am in to karmic retribution and frankly, in my humble opinion karma should seriously kick this family from here to next week!

Ok then, not moving seems far more of an exciting option that actually getting off my butt and printing off all the stuff that I need for this interview this afternoon…
It is not really fair is it.. fancy landing an interview for a job you might actually want on a week when the last thing you have is time to actually be ready for it!?

On arriving home yesterday, I had a phone call from the person who may be taking Karma (skinny LA foal) on loan for her children.
I am too soft and said 'No problem, do come over!' (stuipid me!)

unfortunately I believe Karma might have picked up on my (I want to be left alone) attitude, because she tried to bite one of them, she has never, ever bitten anyone before… OH DEAR!

Right ‘o’ then this will not do I have things to do, places to be and stuff to read so as to not make a complete arse of myself today, I will be happy if I can get away with ‘You can’t have the job, your not good enough, but you didn’t show yourself up to being a completely incompetent fool!’

Wish me luck with that guys

See you on the other side

Grin

Eric is broken!

Full on, smoke coming from the wheels..... grinding to a halt, not moving at all sort of broken.

The bad nice man at the garage keeps making expensive sounds when I talk to him and he might have to lend me a car tomorrow, cos Eric will not be fixed by then *the man from the garage tutts and shakes his head a lot, this makes me quite cross!*

*head hits desk and punches wall for good measure*

I went off to work and then everything just stopped…… crunching sounds could clearly be heard above the traffic, ipod and sat nav, then you have that horrible *f*&k that's my car moment, followed by lots and lots of smoke … and so it was that I drove very, very slowly to the garage upon arrival at said garage Eric promptly hung up his tyres and died. Twas sad, very, very sad.

I think he might be sulking about the whole lack of CoRo squee about at the moment… thank the lord for one LA based fan *bless her and all who sail in her : )

Poor, poor Eric and more importantly at the moment poor, poor bank balance!




Can I say Bugger?

Thanks

BUGGER!

The sun is out, the grass is riz.. and I know where the birdies iz!

Work is still crazy at the momement and I appear to be doing the job that I had that interview for.. which they then pulled the funding for (go figure) as well as the job I am actually paid for!

Today however the sun is out *yay!* for sun, it is a lovely day.

I went and saw 'Marley and Me' at the cinema yesturday and I sobbed, bit too close at the moment : (

Oh and a lot of very shiny Show of Hands tickets arrived *SQUEEEEEEEEEEEE!*

I am off to play with the dogs and horses so I leave you with 'That thing' which is bouncy and happy.... Bounce with PHIL BEER.... You know you want to>>>>>>>>>

Hello Peeps

Spring is just around the corner, even the daffodils are starting to try and poke their heads up *YAY!*
Once again winter has been a non-stop round of work, horses, dogs, floods and this year joy upon joy snow : ) Live journal has been a thing that has just had to take a back seat to all of that, but,……….. SPRING is springing ….. *yay!* I know that I just said that, but its so good it needed saying at least twice.

After the snow this year we had the ice road small car driver series. The roads around here are bad at the best of times, but this winter they run out of grit and salt (who’d have guessed that you might get ice in winter and therefore you might need to grit the roads? Not us in the UK that’s for sure!

I had the most surreal experience one morning and if anyone can tell me why I went into *I must justify my own existence* mode I would be very grateful… onto the tale.

There I was driving along the ice road from hell, pausing briefly at each trashed car in the hedges, dykes or trees along my route to make sure that the occupants of said car’s were out and safe.. When I spied a very expensive and yet somewhat familiar range rover on the wrong side of the road in a ditch.. I was not going to stop because I could that the people were out and on the side of the road, but hang on I recognise the people… It is my bosses boss and his wife.. BUGGER.. my first thought was..

Oh Noes I am late for work and that’s my bosses boss, having a job pays for goods and services, which is helpful. My bosses boss has a sight impediment and is registered as blind… Good for me he won’t of seen me … his wife was driving by the way, just in case you were wondering : )

No I must stop and help… damn me for having morals.

I stop very carefully and see shout out “Colin, are you alright?”

“Who’s that!” comes the response.

“It’s me Christiana, I have rung the police for help”

“Thanks Christy, thanks for stopping!”

Then I go into … I am working really late tonight (which was true) I would normally have been through here over an hour a go! (Which is also true!), but as I said I am working really late (I work late most days it’s all true!)

I stopped, I helped, they didn’t need me to explain, but I felt guilty for not being at work *slaps self upside of the head* They just crashed a very expensive range rover … frankly I doubt they cared that I was late for work, I am so not getting a promotion and more money :(

In other unrelated news this will hopefully be the last year that I have to collect injured swans from my field for the RSPCA and the last year that loads of swans die because of flying into the power lines that run across the field.

The electric people have (after seven years of shouting at them) on Friday attached very sparkly dangly bits onto all the wires (very pretty) So the swans are safe, I how ever am not, the dogs ripped up the stairs carpet on Friday just to let the bad electric men who banged on my front door know that very vicious dogs live here .. end result one very cheesed of me on arrival home. No it wasn’t a nice carpet in the first place.. this is true, but it hasn’t become any more attractive now that it is not attached to the stairs! Then there is Sam (enormo horse) who being full of the joys of spring and spring grass already has now decided that the new spangly dangly things are indeed going to kill him … SNORT!

Over and out as I have stuff to do and people to see… But…. *yay* spring!

Noggin the Nog died peacefully in her sleep on Friday morning aged very nearly 23, her last swan song was launching herself into the middle of the dinning room table when 8 people were just about to eat... Bless her: )
Sorry Debs for your lunch which landed in your lap!



Noggin was a very, very special cat and I will miss her so much.

They will not go quietly,
the cats who've shared our lives.
In subtle ways they let us know
their spirit still survive.
Old habits still make us think
we hear a meow at the door.
Or step back when we drop
a tasty morsel on the floor.
Our feet still go around the place
the food dish used to be,
And, sometimes, coming home at night,
we miss them terribly.
And although time may bring new friends
and a new food dish to fill,
That one place in our hearts
belongs to them....
and always will.

Happy Birthday to my most wonderful big sister Deb!



I promise you your pressie will arrive at the Cafe rouge : )

Speak to you tomorrow

All my love, as always

Me
XX

October/November is normally reserved for a road trip of some kind or another mostly involving Americans, but not this year.. nope, I looked for Americans, but they were AWOL!

So I thought that getting my head down and working really rather hard would be a really boring, mind numbing, soul crippling good thing to do considering the circumstances! Well done me, this lasted all of about three weeks until the need to be at a gig or four became too much to endure *nods, tis true*

I will continue with that theme behind the cut, but I must firstly say thank you to Julia aka anonypooh.. THANK YOU what a lovely, uplifting thing that was indeed!

Oh and a big SORRY to people I owe comments to, but if I start commenting now I will never get this post done, and I feel the need to splurge.

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In other news Layla is settling in well and tomorrow I have an interview for another job…..

And it’s Remembrance Day tomorrow

Just back from work followd by bryaning, but I had to pop on and say.....


WELL DONE AMERICA!

*YAY!*

I have been AWOL .... Sorry:(

Things have been crazy, but not as crazy as this!

I think I might take up a new hobby!

http://www.freewebs.com/truenorthmeese/naturalmoosemanship.htm

Saturday, October 18, 2008 Common Rotation behind the cut

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So there will be no CoRo goodness in the UK this year and now David B and CoRo have announced a load of dates .. Oh woah is me!


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I went to see Show of Hands last Sunday and have just booked for two more dates... that should distract me a bit!

At the Blue cross animal shelter twelve years ago a six month old Rottie x Great Dane x German Shepard x God only knows what bounced impatiently in her small kennel waiting for someone to want her, she had already had three homes and was getting rather worried no one would cope with the paws that she had yet to grow into.
It was love at first glance, and luckily Cally our old English sheep dog felt the same way.

We promised her a good life and that’s exactly what she had, we packed her suitcase and headed off for home. She had such character and the only problem that she ever gave me was that I couldn’t leave her in kennels when I wanted a holiday because she would try to dig her way out through the concrete until her paws bled. Case closed if I went away she would stay at home with Steve or Deb would come in to feed and walk her.
Not many people can say that they had twelve years of nothing but unconditional love, but that’s what Doobie gave me and then she my heart broke into a million pieces. Behind the cut
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This week my heart has been ripped out and torn into a million bits, first Sherman and then my dog Doobie..the world has stopped turning, but I wanted to thank you all for your kind words, hugs and thoughts when I am coping a bit better I will thank you all in person, but for now Debs and Rudyard Kipling express things much better than I can.

http://deborahw37.livejournal.com/370163.html




The Power of the Dog

THERE is sorrow enough in the natural way
From men and women to fill our day;
And when we are certain of sorrow in store,
Why do we always arrange for more?
Brothers and Sisters, I bid you beware
Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.

Buy a pup and your money will buy
Love unflinching that cannot lie—
Perfect passion and worship fed
By a kick in the ribs or a pat on the head.
Nevertheless it is hardly fair
To risk your heart for a dog to tear.

When the fourteen years which Nature permits
Are closing in asthma, or tumour, or fits,
And the vet’s unspoken prescription runs
To lethal chambers or loaded guns,
Then you will find—it’s your own affair—
But . . . you’ve given your heart to a dog to tear.

When the body that lived at your single will,
With its whimper of welcome, is stilled (how still!).
When the spirit that answered your every mood
Is gone—wherever it goes—for good,
You will discover how much you care,
And will give your heart to a dog to tear.

We’ve sorrow enough in the natural way,
When it comes to burying Christian clay.
Our loves are not given, but only lent,
At compound interest of cent per cent.
Though it is not always the case, I believe,
That the longer we’ve kept ’em, the more do we grieve.
For, when debts are payable, right or wrong,
A short-time loan is as bad as a long—
So why in—Heaven (before we are there)
Should we give our hearts to a dog to tear?

- Rudyard Kipling

Sherman my fine 21 year old cat died last night and my sister and her husband Rod are stars (but you knew that right?) I rang up at stupid o'clock last night and howled down the phone and they came over and helped me bury him in a fine spot under the willow tree: (

Goodnight Sherman, I was with you when you were born and you died with me holding you, i will miss you more than words can say : (

You could tell me that this silence
will long rub against my legs,
that the sound of the tin opener
will long summon his shadow
to the kitchen...
you could tell me that every cat I see
and some that I don't,
will scratch and mew at the door
of your memory...
But please don't mention these things,
because the claws of grief are sharp.

Just say instead that my cat
is curled up somewhere in his sun spot
waiting to hear me come home,
at which time he will put on
his old aristocratic act of indifference
to let me know that I did, after all,
take longer than the expected time...
But soon, in his arrogant but casual way
he will edge nearer, forgiving
my human ineptness,
allowing me to finally hold him
and scratch behind his ears
while he is purring purring purring
to welcome me.

Not been on here for a while, so it may seem a bit pointless to post up that I am of to France on a three line whip for a family birthday bash... but I like pointless so *shrugs shoulders* See you on the other side (hopefully) Have fun peeps.

Oh dear I so fail at LJ! Last weekend was Ely folk *yay!* SQUEEEE... Show of hands and beer what more could a girl ask for?

A little less rain perhaps?!



In other news I have been working and saving bats *go me!*

Waves at all the lovely people and then stays at home to work, for I will not cross a picket line: )

Sorry people I am being most rubbish at keeping up with things. So briefly we went and saw Bryan at Newmarket, it was good, I drunk beer! I missed the MO man and Common Rotation Hate me with a passion!

How's that for an update?

In other news I have shiny tickets for rather a lot of Show of Hands gigs, kicking off with the Ely folk Festival on the 12th of July.... SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!


Word July 2008 by Jim Irvin
The Last Word Music DVDs


Genesis And Revelations
Phil Collins and friends win over at least one doubter, plus Ani DiFranco, New Order and Show Of Hands



I have been moved by two blokes in a farmers market and a dinosaur trudging through Poland. The two blokes trade as Show of Hands, one of those acts one's heard of but knows little about; the dinosaur is Genesis, an act too familiar to want to hear again. Both, however, sneaked up and delivered a sucker punch this month. The result: tears of respectful pleasure after a reminder of music's power.

Around the time Genesis were playing to half a million in Rome, Show of Hands were drawing a few hundred to cafes and pubs in their hometown, Topsham, Devon, a warm-up with some homies before their third sell-out appearance at the Rpyal Albert Hall. Yes, that's right, this modest folk duo fills the RAH every so often. Tour of Topsham (Hands On) shows you why. Steve Knightley has an instantly appealing voice and writes stirring songs - one in particular, The Dive, is utterly transfixing. Knightley's partner in the band, multi-instrumentalist Phil Beer, could probably extract a heart pumping tune from a cheese roll. The mood is relaxed to the point of amateurish but when they lock into songs like Widecombe Rair, Roots and - hello? - No Woman No Cry you immediately understand their appeal.

What is most cheering is that this is possible: a decent living from a cottage industry. It's taken them a while, but they're great, they did it themselves and no one could begrudge them milking the last drop of applause at the RAH.