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.

I think you might have left it in a safe place?!



Now what was that we were talking about only the other night? That's right... October tis a good time to tour ;)

The things in the list below are the things that I should have posted about because its been ages since I actually updated, depending on if the rain stops or not this post might include any or all them, who knows ?

Not me that’s for sure, because as normal this post will ramble on as ever so here are some things old :

1) Me and my birthday
2) Nick and Nicky, old but very good friends, too much beer, too little sleep, too much food and an excellent weekend of music, singing and bloody good laughs.
3) The bugger of having to commute to work
4) Raining all the time and water wings
5) Insomnia
6) Bryan tickets
7) Meeting up with Common Rotation tour buddies.

Some things new:

1) New neighbours
2) Cambridge and it’s guided bus route
3) Me applying or a new daft undoable job
4) The kittens new favourite game
5) New phone


Some things borrowed

1) Sat Nav \0/ *yay!* “I wants one of my own now!”
2) Defying Gravity… cheers Ears.
3) My hose pipe. Long story and not very interesting, so it probably won’t make the actual post.. Never mind :(
4) Show of Hands DVD. (Topsham) (I might be watching that as I write this, whilst waiting for the rain to stop)
5) Jordan, by David Berkeley.

Some things Blue

1) The death of a client I had been working with, it came as quite a shock.
2) David Lost his voice *bugger* and then sort of found it again \0/
3) Lack of lovely dates in the diary from July onwards… is sad, goes off to look for nice things…

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For those of you that I might have bored the other week by talkng and laughing to myself about 'Have I Got News For You' with Brian Blessed, here it is... and yes it still makes me laugh like a drain!



In other news..

Dear Stev,

I might bow down before you!

No honest I might *looks shifty*

I wish to buy you and your signifigant other lots of lovely Green & blacks 80% chocolate and supply you with all the goats you could ever need!

That is all *grin*

Oh no it's not all, another very fine UM from Eric has just landed... goes off to listen

Good stupid o clock in the morning to you all... LOOK..

Bless the boy and his cotton socks : )

Happy Bithday SPIKEREADER... Have a good one: )

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Well its sunny, the grass is over grown and I know the birdies are back because they are dive bombing me as I try to get into the house *bless*

Last week was fun!
One person was missing and indeed was missed like a missy person with a real reason to be missed.
Everyone and anyone else I encountered whilst gallivanting around London and indeed Milton Keynes I will *wave hello* to you.

Both city’s were very nice to me this year and even Coventry let me out gasp!

With the exception of the bus driver who tried to kidnap us and hold us to ransom and the very drunk man who wanted me to run away with him ( okay so he was a very drunk and psychotic man) everyone was lovely and even those two were lovely and good fun; )

The boy did good, Ben did good and the terminally stupid are still terminally stupid and just a little bit more bat shit by the day! I think we can all agree on that one.

Kai Owen has forgotten the little people in his rush for stardom and I swear that there was one point over the weekend I saw him sober! It’s true … well it might be I heard it from the breakfast chef at the Travel Lodge , well actually from someone else who over heard the Breakfast chef shouting at the kitchen porter …so it must be true!

Thank you all for the birthday wishes

Here for your pleasure is joke of the week

A) ‘Can I knit you a set of those whilst we wait?’

or
B) How many sound men does it take to change a light bulb?

1. "One, two,two, two... three, two....one, two, three..."
2. "Hey man, I just do sound."
3. One. Upon finding no replacement, he takes the original apart, repairs it with a chewing gum wrapper and duct tape, changes the screw mount to bayonet mount, finds an appropriate patch cable, and re-installs the bulb fifty feet from where it should have been, to the satisfaction of the rest of the band.
You decide : )

In other news… I need a gig!
Come on Common Rotation you know you want to….

I will go and see David and Jordan in June because after all that will be rather splendid..

But and its a big but as some of you might have noticed, I need some dates in my diary to look forward to *glares*