Wednesday, 16 January 2013
Monday, 7 January 2013
Jimmy Page In Conversation (BBC Dec 2012) *Full Interview*
Kennedy Medals and a comfy middle-aged-style interview with the BBC. It'll be knighthoods next. Ghastly, yes - but Led Zeppelin can transcend all. Marvellous to see Jimmy Page at any rate.
(Nice teeth.)
Sunday, 6 January 2013
Wednesday, 2 January 2013
Monday, 31 December 2012
My Year on the Blog
.....started off badly, and has improved, steadily, since.
I didn't think I could do it - didn't think I wanted to do it - but I've got my head back into Rocky Outcrop mode, which is a reassuring place to be.
Aims for 2013? To stay alive, mainly, and, hopefully, well. And to find some form of writing-related "income generation", no matter how minor.
I hope to grow some leeks this year, and I'd like a different car.
Resolutions? None.
Thank you to all who have purchased my books. I hope you enjoyed them. I hope to produce more, in due course.
That is all.
I didn't think I could do it - didn't think I wanted to do it - but I've got my head back into Rocky Outcrop mode, which is a reassuring place to be.
Aims for 2013? To stay alive, mainly, and, hopefully, well. And to find some form of writing-related "income generation", no matter how minor.
I hope to grow some leeks this year, and I'd like a different car.
Resolutions? None.
Thank you to all who have purchased my books. I hope you enjoyed them. I hope to produce more, in due course.
That is all.
Thursday, 27 December 2012
Monday, 24 December 2012
I Believe in Father Christmas
Terrible sound quality, but it is the original version.
Wishing all blog readers, past, present, and future, a merry, magical Christmas - and a Brave New Year.
"May all anguish, pain and sadness
Leave your heart and let your road be clear."
Friday, 21 December 2012
Jethro Tull Rare Promo Vid for Solstice bells 1976
I blog this every year - because it's my favourite. Happy Solstice! light a gigantic fire, mull some ale, roast someone you don't like on a spit....rejoice, at the returning of the sun!
Beats going to Markies.
Thursday, 20 December 2012
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle - Interview (the only COMPLETE version)
Hadn't seen this before. I don't like the recent spin-offs, devised by other people - just doesn't seem right, at all.
The Solstice Strangers...........
"GAUDETE GAUDETE KRISTOOS IST NAH-TOOS...."
As we approached the blazing inferno that was Tupfnder Towers, we could see a circle of people dressed in white, wearing crowns of mistletoe and ivy, all swinging their arms and singing at the tops of their voices.
"Tuppy, who ARE these people?" said Geoffrey anxiously, fumbling in his new khaki, combat-style bumbag (an early Yuletide gift from his distant aunt Jemima) for his brass telescope.
"They're Strangers Geoffrey."
"Yes they are Tuppy," said Geoffrey, screwing up one eye and peering through his telescope, "They look like they're from Overthere. I remember the fat one with the ring in her nose from the check-out when we were Overthere three years ago (see e-books for MUCH more detail), on our epic search for the oracle in the coracle. And I'm sure that one with the pink hair and the tattoo on her neck is the nurse from the compulsory health screening centre."
"That's called body art," I corrected absently, "A completely different thing to the tattoos of whales and sailing ships and "MOTHER" to which we're accustomed. I read about it in Bad Trip Advisor." I was appalled. We don't like Strangers round here, with their fancy different ways. We're inbred, and we like to keep it that way.
"Will we have to - " Geoffrey hesitated.
"I'm afraid so, Geoffrey," I said shortly, "We've little option. We'll have to send them Over the Top, just like we did the last lot. Come on. Let's get back to the Outcrop and think of a plan."
Meanwhile, as the jets of water from the Bay did their work, clouds of steam rose high above the dully-glowing embers of Tupfinder Towers, and the muffled voices of helpers running to and fro with buckets of this and that faded behind us in the mid-winter twilight.
"Shouldn't we stay and help, Tuppy? It seems wrong not to. After all, the T-G and Mrs T-G are our dearest friends."
"No Geoffrey. Lots of things seem wrong, but they aren't really when you sit down and think about it. It's all under control now. No point in wasting our energies."
And I hastened along the homeward track, trying to blot out the mental image of the contents of my pipe smouldering away in the waste paper basket in the library of Tupfinnder Towers....
AMAZON PAGE
As we approached the blazing inferno that was Tupfnder Towers, we could see a circle of people dressed in white, wearing crowns of mistletoe and ivy, all swinging their arms and singing at the tops of their voices.
"Tuppy, who ARE these people?" said Geoffrey anxiously, fumbling in his new khaki, combat-style bumbag (an early Yuletide gift from his distant aunt Jemima) for his brass telescope.
"They're Strangers Geoffrey."
"Yes they are Tuppy," said Geoffrey, screwing up one eye and peering through his telescope, "They look like they're from Overthere. I remember the fat one with the ring in her nose from the check-out when we were Overthere three years ago (see e-books for MUCH more detail), on our epic search for the oracle in the coracle. And I'm sure that one with the pink hair and the tattoo on her neck is the nurse from the compulsory health screening centre."
"That's called body art," I corrected absently, "A completely different thing to the tattoos of whales and sailing ships and "MOTHER" to which we're accustomed. I read about it in Bad Trip Advisor." I was appalled. We don't like Strangers round here, with their fancy different ways. We're inbred, and we like to keep it that way.
"Will we have to - " Geoffrey hesitated.
"I'm afraid so, Geoffrey," I said shortly, "We've little option. We'll have to send them Over the Top, just like we did the last lot. Come on. Let's get back to the Outcrop and think of a plan."
Meanwhile, as the jets of water from the Bay did their work, clouds of steam rose high above the dully-glowing embers of Tupfinder Towers, and the muffled voices of helpers running to and fro with buckets of this and that faded behind us in the mid-winter twilight.
"Shouldn't we stay and help, Tuppy? It seems wrong not to. After all, the T-G and Mrs T-G are our dearest friends."
"No Geoffrey. Lots of things seem wrong, but they aren't really when you sit down and think about it. It's all under control now. No point in wasting our energies."
And I hastened along the homeward track, trying to blot out the mental image of the contents of my pipe smouldering away in the waste paper basket in the library of Tupfinnder Towers....
AMAZON PAGE
Thursday, 13 December 2012
Quote of the Day - Merleau Ponty
"There is nothing to be seen beyond our horizons, but other landscapes and still other horizons, and nothing inside the thing but other smaller things."
From The Phenomenology of Perception.
From The Phenomenology of Perception.
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