Sunday, August 14, 2005
Sunshine on Leith...again
(These fish are nothing to do with anything)
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Yes I know it’s pretty obvious title but that was what we all experienced today after a little early morning rain. OOTB invaded Leith Market for 6 hours of live and generally pretty good music. We gave out flyers for the forthcoming Leith gigs, sold CDs, chatted, hung out, ate big burgers, drank coffee and beer and all had a pretty good afternoon. We were on at 1230 before the market (never really busy) fully woke up. Our set was nice and noisy and (spiney tingly crystaly guitary sweepy uppy swoopy vocals) I’m sure woke up a few folks in the surrounding flats and apartments in the still air. The music seemed to bounce back from the surrounding buildings in a rather satisfying way. Impossible Song’s set list was:
That’s my baby
How I hate
Quiet Genius
Dancing
Happy Like
I miss that boy
WIP
Also playing were (and listed in no particular order): Flowers for Algernon, Jill Hepburn, Tommy Mackay (mastermind behind the gig), Norman Lamont, Torpedo Buoy, Scott Renton, Fraser Drummond, Chris Brown, Steve Cox, Jeremy Kemp and Rosie Bell.
Lots of friends and fellow musos (CBQ, JJ, Big Jim, FS and more) all drifted along during the afternoon. I’d have pictures but my phone cam froze up for some reason after I took a pic of Steve (Spartacus) Cox. Some will no doubt follow from other sources.
Catch us next at the Left Bank, Guthrie Street, Tuesday 16th at 9 pm and then next Sunday (9pm also) at “Out of Bounds” Lamb’s House, Leith.
Saturday, August 13, 2005
Syrus the cat
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I was out in one of the outhouses this afternoon looking for a piece of timber to fix a notice board. Syrus was in a shed, up on a shelf, at Cheshire Cat height, staring down at me, wondering no doubt why on earth I was hunting on his patch, interfering in his world, scaring away his prey.
These pictures show him however in a more restful state, which is mainly how we see him.
So far we've caught him with five rabbits, half a rabbit (?), a mouse and a small bird. On occasions the local magpies do however gang up against him.
Wednesday, August 10, 2005
Glen Esk
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Glen Esk
Quiet,
Very Quiet,
Still and tranquil
A tranquil footprint,
Still the same as it has always been.
Occasional visitors,
Birds and bees, ancient trees,
History twisted by Lairds and roadmen.
Ploughs and searchlights, ruin and dry stone.
Mysterious cairns and monuments.
The Picts came this way, the robbers and the cattlemen,
The priest and the poacher and those who could not stay,
But we only have a few days,
To share this drizzle and mist,
The elusive sun, the cruel cloud,
Those that deny us a perfect summer,
Some how doesn’t matter.
No phone signals for there is no need,
Track the RAF in a hurry,
Planes are still new to these skies,
Chop logs and bird watch,
Waste time and build bridges,
Dam up streams and daydream,
Think and write down thoughts,
Forget what you were taught,
About time and things to do,
On holiday with you.
Various live efforts etc.
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Had fun (?) last night playing at the Left Bank in Edinburgh. A 35 minute set was received well by a young and eager audience (eager for the next act that is!) but Ali and I enjoyed the gig. We were pleased that the very busy Norman Lamont joined us on bass for "that's my baby" before doing his own set later in the evening.
Gigs coming up for us are:
Sunday 14th August - "Leithstock "- open air OOTB day at Leith Market cunningly put together by Tommy Mackay. Lots of OOTB favourites will be playing from 11.30 till 5.00pm ouside and live in the fresh air. A taster for "Out of Bounds" which begins Saturday 20th.
Tuesday 16th August - back at the "Left Bank" Guthrie Street from 9.00pm.
Sunday 21st August - "Out of Bounds" at Lamb's House, Leith from 9.00pm.
Saturday 10th September - "South Queensferry Arts Festival" - ourselves, Norman Lamont and Tommy Mackay - details TBC.
Of course Out of the Bedroom is on each Thursday (except 25th August) at the Waverley Bar in St Mary's Street. www.outofthebedroom.co.uk
Sunday, August 07, 2005
Out of Bounds at Lamb's House
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Out of the Bedroom's fun packed festival nights begin at Lamb's House, Burgess Street, Leith, Edinburgh (Pic above) 8.30 till late, 20th August till 26th. A wild mix of open mike and set performances, you'd be mad to miss it and it's only £3.00. The venue is just behind the Waterline Pub (Venue 237). More details at www.outofthebedroom.co.uk
A special 30 ish track CD is being released by OOTB featuring us (impossible songs), Tommy Mackay, Scott Renton, Norman Lamont, Big Jim, William Douglas, Flowers for Algernon, Andy Paterson, The G.co.uk, CBQ and many other OOTB favourites - £3.00.
And while on the subject of gigs we're back from holiday and playing at the "Left Bank" Guthrie Street, Edinburgh. Tuesday 9th & Tuesday 16th August - 9.00 pm onwards.
Monday, July 18, 2005
Final Guitar Twaddle for now...
The other guitars in my life are an Ibanez “Martin 1930” copy and a cheap jumbo Jim Deacon (with cutaway). I bought the Ibanez in 1982 and though the octaves are a little out I like it, the wider classical neck and the small hourglass body are all very tactile and comfortable so it’s snug and easily playable. I’ve written a lot of songs on this guitar. It did have a pick up on it at one time and I gigged it for a short while in the early eighties. It also spent time in Aberdeen as a student guitar in the late 90s, but I felt sorry for it and rescued it from potential destruction. The JD is a bit of a heap; ok for strumming and fiddling with and the electrics are reliable if nothing else. Played it a lot in the mid 90s when, to be honest I wasn’t all that bothered about guitars (or what I was playing on them!).
My Yamaha (top right) has only been around six weeks, I guess I’m still breaking it in but it does everything I want already. It’s up a Glen Esk in a cottage right now, I left it there at the weekend and I’m missing it already. I’ve used it three times for our shows at the Roxy and really enjoyed playing it. I think it does well in most departments. I’ve used it with a Morley Wah Wah pedal also which has been fun. It’ll be the main guitar I’ll use for our regular live stuff over the next few months. I’ll probably do some home recording with it in the autumn, for demos, fun and the like.
Lastly and without any current picture or contact, I have a 1964 Vox Teardrop (Bill Wyman) sunburst semi-acoustic bass. I acquired this from a friend around 1976 and played it regularly till about 1984. Eventually one of my sons fell heir to it and played it in various Fife and Aberdeen bands in the late 90s. Currently it’s in bits and needing some TLC, it’s probably in Banff. One pick up is badly cracked and the wiring is shot but the neck and body are ok. A project for some one.
Other guitars I’ve loved and lost: 1975 sunburst Telecaster (classic model), 1971 Shaftsbury Bass, 19?? Semi Acoustic (335 body) Epiphone (Rivolli type) bass, various crappy acoustics, one Yamaha FG?, a Harmony Sovereign twelve string, the Gold Top Antoria (1973?) and a black semi-acoustic whose details I cannot remember at all.
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Guitar Twaddle 3
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Guitar Twaddle 2
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Guitar Twaddle
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Friday, July 15, 2005
World's Longest Soundcheck
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World’s longest soundcheck gets underway.
Had a lot of fun at the Roxy last night: Friends playing were the marvellous Norman Lamont doing both songs and soundscapes and the “Famous Blue Raincoat” Cohen cover.The articulate and polished works of Cloudland Blue Quarter (CBQ) and James Jamieson performing as a duo also featured. The Roxy manager, Linda recorded all our sets so we’ll have some pleasure and pain listening to our performances over again.
The evening began with the soundscapes and smoke, CBQ practising quite impressively before Norman started with the full works. Impossible Songs then did 35 minutes including “That’s my Baby”, “Dancing”, “How I Hate” and “Not Pretty”. CBQ and James followed. We did a further 25 minutes: “WIP”, “Happy Like” and “Twin Song”. CBQ and James again shining with “The Crocodile Song” and “King’s Country”(and a mystery guest introduced by Norman). Norman closed the evening with a shorter set than I’d have liked but included “Nicolle” and the sinister “Desert”.
The audience was sparse but we all had a good time, Ali was looking great in a new jacket and singing with a power and confidence that’s grown in the last few months. Now it's time for a holiday...
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Tuesday, July 12, 2005
Roxy Still Rules
Impossible Songs @ the ROXY Thursday 14th July.
Impossible Snobs are back at the Roxy Art House this Thursday 14th July.
Two sets (perhaps) are required in a bag of worms and sandshoes production, more than less than usual will not be too much, or quite enough - thank you.
Also none other than Norman Lamont, Cloudland Blue Quartet and Mr James Jamieson, will be present and playing live. Music starts at 9.00 pm - Entry £3.00 at the door.
Spectacular soundscapes (from Mr NL), Wah pyrotechnics, natural reverb and echo, blissed out vocals and screaming anger, gardens, cranes and skylines, 80's idols and the First World War, searching for Bob, Nicolle and the hungry ghosts of the Southlands. Cats and domestic situations may be mentioned at times. Do not come if you are at all feeble minded, badly prepared or afraid of the effects of magnetism, otherwise all welcome!
Beer and TV on tap, daily newspapers and candlelight, fudge and strawberries and forgiveness for all: Before we take a short break while others gig on.
Monday, July 04, 2005
Shuman Says..
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Shuman says "Hi", Shuman says "Stay foxy", Shuman says "I'm watching you, hope to see you on Friday at the Roxy!"
Please try to please Shuman, impossible songs are not responsible for his actions....right now.
Sunday, July 03, 2005
Syrus, G8, Roxy.
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G8 Live8 F8?
Mingled with the folks and wandered around the centre of Edinburgh after the G8 MPH march, prior to playing at St Andrews Church. Interesting to see the litter and (slight) devastation left by the protesters, discarded placards, water bottles, posters and trash every where, some of it spookily blowing along the empty streets on the Saturday evening breeze. I admire the protest and the protesters but I’d like a world without poverty and without thoughtless littering. Let’s join up our thinking a bit!
Enjoyed playing our short set in the church, quite a few people of all types there seeking a quiet time and some entertainment after the march. Did three songs, “Twin Song”, “Damage” and “Rainbow” all of which seemed to go down well. Unfortunately I dropped a small radio mike which decided to stop working thereafter and my guitar was a bit boomy on “Damage”. Ali sang like an angel and made a good little opening speech, being in church of course makes all the difference to the likes of us.
On the way out of St Andrews bumped into the sunburned and tired looking (but always interesting) Norman Lamont http://www.normanlamont.com/ who had survived the march and was now grateful for a lift back to Queensferry.
Home in time to see the end of Live8, Sting was pretty good I thought but the reunited Pink Floyd were possibly the highlight of the whole thing for me. For once there appeared a decent level of emotion and bonding between them as they shared the same stage. Seeing them together and hearing their music brought back a lot of memories for me, their music has, quite unintentionally formed a large part of my life’s soundtrack. The last time I saw them live was in the Usher Hall in Edinburgh, I think in 1974; they did “Echoes” and all of “DsoM” as I recall.
Advert now: Impossible Songs: Appearing live at the Roxy Art House in July!
Friday July 8th at 9.00 PM - £3.00 – or free if you are already in at the theatre performance.
Acoustic/vocal soft rock for snobs and intellectuals, neo-new things, bright young things and spoonerisim lovers of all ages. The play list is a closely guarded secret and even if you saw it you wouldn’t understand any more than we do.
CDs may be up for sale along with fridge magnets, a single wah pedal may be heard behind vocals and walls of sound, wine and water shall be consumed, stuff will be strutted.
Phone the Roxy on 0871 750 0077 to book a sandwich and a deckchair.
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Tuesday, June 28, 2005
Fridge Magnets!
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In a super piece of marketing and creative odd-ballness we've produced a range of funky fridge magnets, no self respecting fridge or home should be without some - or all. There are three big fat beauties to collect, nicely priced at 40p each, email, call or comment. Actual sizes are not quite what is on your screen at the moment but who cares, your fridge will love you more than your family as a result of this thoughtful purchase.
We'll be selling, giving, swopping and trading these collectors items at www.outofthebedroom.co.uk most Thursdays and at St Andrews Church, Princes Street - 1900 on the 2nd July and at the Roxy Art House 2100 on the 8th of July. We do sell nice CDs too, try one today!
Sunday, June 26, 2005
Errr...Roxy Musak?
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Rockin’ the Roxy.
Well we had a lot of fun. We performed for about 55 minutes to a small but well formed audience. The theatre show on before us failed to live up to it’s promised audience expectation and we suffered as a result. However we played on and though I say so myself were pretty good. A decent (big) PA and foldback and wide stage makes such a difference, we both relaxed and just got on with playing the songs, fluffs and bouts of nerves were few and far between. Ali looked pretty good in her new pink jacket.
Set list:
That’s my baby, All the Vows, Dancing, Daddy, Tokyo Skyline, How I Hate, Not Pretty, She’s a Waitress, WIP, The Rainbow, I Miss That Boy and Happy Like. We had the song “Damage” held in reserve but didn’t play it.
See us next at OOTB on Thursday 30Th June at the Waverley www.outofthebedroom.co.uk and on Saturday 2nd July at St John’s in Princes Street (West End) at around 7pm. (following on from the “make poverty history” rally and march in Edinburgh).
Next gig at the Roxy, Friday 8th July at 9pm.
Wednesday, June 15, 2005
Impossible Songs @ the Roxy
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Impossible Songs: Appearing live at the Roxy Art House x2 - June & July!
Thursday June 23rd at 9.00 PM - £3.00 – or free if you are already in at the theatre performance.
Friday July 8th at 9.00 PM - £3.00 – or free if you are already in at the theatre performance.
Acoustic/vocal soft rock for snobs and intellectuals, neo-vegetarians, carnivores and pranksters of all ages. The play list is a closely guarded secret and even if you saw it you wouldn’t understand any more than we do.
CDs may be up for sale along with fridge magnets, a single wah pedal may be heard behind vocals and walls of sound, oh and water shall be consumed, who knows - some stuff may be strutted.
Phone the Roxy on 0871 750 0077 to book a sandwich.
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Friday, June 10, 2005
A day in the life
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2 coffees (forgot to take the cod liver oil, vitamins and aspirin)
4 pieces of toast
1 egg (fried)
4 small sausages + brown sauce
1 newspaper (The Scotsman)
1 EBay transaction (a used light sabre)
1 can of Tennants lager
1 bag of prawns (thawing out for stir fry)
1 viewing of the Sponge Bob movie – with the kids
4 games of Mario Cart – highest place second
1 Great Escape scene acted out on the tyre swings
2 phone calls, also read numerous emails
3 plastic cups used
1 cloud shaped like a question mark
1 cloud shaped like a question mark that was gone quickly
1 made up story about the “Witch's Tree” and her gory death
1 series of thoughts about Warren Zevron’s WW of London
1 stir-fry
1 bout of homework assistance
Some text messages, can’t remember how many
1 strop, 1 minor tantrum, 1 hiding in the toilet (not me incidentally, a small person)
1 sleep
Wednesday, June 08, 2005
Things that can happen to people.
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Careful, these are things that can happen to people, though they are not necessarily bad.
A girl of eleven got measles, all her hair fell out, she wore a wig all her long life but told nobody.
A teenager drank a bottle of sherry and shouted at his headmaster.
A man took photographs of the beach, developed them and then tore them up.
A boy whose mother was a very poor cook enjoyed school meals immensely.
A man locked himself in his office and had a snooze in the afternoon.
The first bicycle a boy was given was actually stolen from someone else.
A man wrote a very good story of ten thousand words and then accidentally deleted it from his computer.
A boy won a writing competition but the prize he was given was a girl’s book.
A couple had a baby boy that died; they went on to have three daughters.
A couple split up after the man had an affair with a nurse, they never spoke again.
A dying man’s dog bit the doctor. The dog was put down and the man died.
A lady worked in a factory throughout WWII, she wanted to join Army but her mother forbade her, she regretted that all her life.
A man went to Australia and enjoyed the life there but when his father died he returned home to look after his mother and never went back to Australia.
A man was made redundant from his job in the botanical gardens. Two lifers from the local prison shared his old duties on a parole scheme.
A religious man said grace over a carton of pineapple juice.
A student’s young wife hated the city in which he studied so he gave up his course and returned to live in her hometown.
A boy told a lie about his girlfriend, his friends told her and she dumped him.
A man had a well-paid job but worked long hours. His wife resented the time he spent at work so he changed jobs. A little while later they divorced.
A boy lost his homework folder and got into a great deal of trouble at home. Next day he found it in another room.
A man accidentally set fire to his car whilst installing a safety seat.
A carer knocked a girl over in her wheel chair and down some steps. She recovered but he stopped being a carer.
A vegetarian ate some fish and chips on impulse and ceased to be a vegetarian.
An uncle sexually abused a young boy, the boy forgave him.
A man turned up at a family funeral in a Ferrari and was ignored by everybody there.
A woman who liked her own space always was seated next to overweight men when travelling by air.
A lady sometimes lost her temper so violently sometimes that she was unable to speak and just had to run away.
A girl held her breath until she passed out.
A woman went to work in her swish office with odd court shoes on.
A man lived in a van with an Alsatian that eventually ate the gear stick and the door handles.
A boy of seventeen was shot in the leg during the D Day landings and survived, the rest of his friends were killed.
A woman stole a lipstick from a beauty counter but never used it.
A man grew excellent tomatoes in his greenhouse and gave them all away because he disliked them.
A girl passed her driving test but never drove again because she had an argument with her father.
A woman suffered anxiety because she was unable to tell her husband her true feelings about anything.
Army cook made a meal for the King in Africa and told the story every time he was drunk.
An old lady couldn’t understand how you could have an all day breakfast.
A man laughed out loud at paperbacks he read during his travels on public transport.
A boy broke his leg and his father did his paper round.
A man tried to kill himself in his garage but gave up and got drunk instead.
A lady fell asleep every night at ten thirty.
A man inherited some money and had no idea what to do with it.
A girl liked to watch TV alone as she hated the idea that others should know what kind of programmes she liked.
A boy wore hand me down clothes but didn’t mind.
A boy was hit in the face by a football on his first day at school and that put him off football.
A lady worked in an office and for many years kept the details of her private life a complete secret.
A man went to France without taking a jacket with him.
A girl agreed with everything her mother said because she was afraid to disagree.
An old lady who was very lonely pretended she was happy and surrounded by caring friends.
A father who was denied access to his children accepted it rather than fight back.
An overweight man thought it was ok to keep on eating junk food as long as he told no one about it.
A lady cooked frozen chicken for her family all the time, she never thawed it properly and no one was ever ill as a result.
A man disliked putting his fingers into a crisp packet.
A son loved his mother so much he never criticised anything she did although she was clearly mad.
A man smoked dope in secret a long time after he said he’d given it up.
A man fantasised about owning a certain car and when he finally did own one he didn’t really like it but never admitted it.
A man had an enormous CD collection but hardly ever listened to them as his wife preferred to watch soaps in the evening.
A man bought expensive sunglasses but they were never as comfortable as the cheaper ones.
A man worked in an office where everyone enjoyed playing golf. He hated the game but didn’t say anything.
A lady loved it when her boss was out of the office and she could do what she liked all day.
A woman who worked hard in a day care centre had to tell her husband everything that happened that day when she came home. He didn’t listen to any of it.
A man was always worried about Christmas and birthdays because he was sure he always bought the wrong kind of gifts.
One man’s favourite meal was noodles and egg mixed up.
A teenager left his job to become a musician but when things didn’t work out he had to ask for his old job back, and got it.
A daughter rescheduled all her diary dates regularly to suit her insensitive mother.
A man always tipped, irrespective of whether the service was bad or good, as he felt sorry for all waiting staff.
A man had impetigo all over his face for his first day in a new job.
A man used to read his bible every day in the toilet.
A racist man was strangely happy when his daughter married an Asian.
A man from Ireland said he’d never go back there after his father and grandfather were abused and humiliated by former friends.
A fundamentalist couldn’t see another’s point of view when discussing tolerance.
A lady who was embarrassed about her poor qualifications faked little bits of her CV and after a while began to believe the fake parts were true.
A woman who wasn’t so sure about men and what they wanted was afraid to throw things out and filled her house with clutter.
A girl who didn’t want to get married never did.
A man tried to trace his old friends but quickly realised none of them wanted to contact him.
A man with smelly feet used to put his shoes outside on hotel windowsills at night.
A football fan called all his team’s players by their first names as if he knew them individually.
A young man died of a heart complaint two years after his brother died from the same thing.
A boy thought that it was normal to disagree with his parents and always did even when he didn’t really.
A man gave some money to a children’s charity and then found out that it was run by a paedophile.
A man was unsure on his own opinions and so agreed with whatever those around him said.
A man liked Indian food but it gave him an upset stomach.
A man disliked monkeys and clowns for no particular reason.
A boy thought it was clever to do funny voices but his friends didn’t really find them funny.
On holiday a lady won a prize in a bingo game and felt good about herself all week.
A girl liked gymnastics but her mum wouldn’t ever let her attend the class.
Two children found loads of chestnuts in bushes beneath the trees and treated them as treasure.
A band heard their music on the radio for their first time and all cried.
Two children had two gerbils, one gerbil ate the other but the kids didn’t mind.
One man’s favourite tea was beans on toast accompanied by HP sauce.
A woman had driven for many years but was afraid to use the horn on her car.
Every night before he went to bed a man used to wash his bottom and between his legs.
A religious man found forgiveness very difficult.
A lady always ate single items at a time from her plate: all the vegetables, all the meat, never mixing items on her fork.
A man spent his holidays visiting the towns and places featured in his favourite singer’s songs.
A couple argued every night, the argument always ended with numerous doors slamming.
A lady attended the wrong funeral and did not realise until days later.
A man thought it odd that people ate with forks facing downwards.
One man never read any books, only reviews and then pretended to have read them.
When confronted with the police at a demonstration a pacifist turned nasty.
A man sang a sad song about a girlfriend who had dumped him and forgot some of the words.
A man who was a very talented footballer wasted his chances by suffering from a hangover during an important trial.
A couple thought that there should be one set of school rules for their children and one for everybody else’s.
Two boys tried to catch birds using a method they’d seen in a cartoon strip.
A proud you father dropped his new baby by accident. The baby was all right but the father felt guilty for days.
A woman cried when her favourite office cup was accidentally broken.
Despite knowing it annoyed people a lady insisted on sending out bold and coloured text emails.
A born again Christian loved fantasy and witchcraft books but would not admit it to his fellow believers.
A man bought newspapers everyday but seldom read them.
A spoiled girl bullied her friends because she couldn’t stand not to get her own way.
A woman ruined a washing machine full of laundry by mixing colours then laughed about when she wanted to cry.
A lady liked to sew but could never quite find the time.
A man only used his business cards to drop into hotel prize draw boxes.
A couple went on holiday each year but only to the places he wanted to go to.
A man used to sneak crisps and snacks from the business lounge at the airport and put them in his brief case.
Monday, May 30, 2005
Shopping Alternatives
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Alternative shopping
The fact that you and I realise that shopping sucks matters not a toss, for many others it has become the most important human activity in the Western World. A new and vibrant religion full of rich experiences, triumphs, tragedies, exercises of faith and the heavenly reward of purchasing those perfect items and taking them home. No other worldly pursuit should get in the way of an enlightening shopping trip and the magic feelings of belonging, and wellbeing it produces. The small matters of greed, exploitation, tasteless consumerism and debt are of course of little significance. To think too long and hard on these dour matters is a sin in itself.
So bored as I am with my pathetic attempts to shop every few days in the paved and tarmac wonderland that is the local retail park, I have come up with a viable alternative to the regular mundane and dull shopping experience. The first big change is that you park your car in a bay that relates to the amount of money you wish to spend. £5, £10, £20, £50, £100 and so on. The bays are all signed in blocks with the appropriate amounts on display. This denotes how much cash you must spend, or get close to. You park up, grab a cart or basket and as your mood dictates in a random and carefree manner collect anything and everything from the shelves. There is no stress or concern about finding the correct item, just collect what you will as long as it adds up to the amount on the parking bay. This process alone will revive the lost art of mental arithmetic and increase the nation’s IQ by a few %.
Take your stuff to the checkout and pay for it, happily chat to the checkout person and hump all the shopping into bags or whatever. Return to your car with your stuff and await the arrival of the next person from the store*, in your parking area and (wait for it) swap shopping. If all has gone well they will have spent the same amount as you so you’ve lost no money, (you may lose or gain a little over time but that’s part of the fun).
Thank them kindly for their efforts and put the swapped shopping into your car and drive home feeling smug and perhaps a little uneasy. When you get home you can unpack at your leisure and enjoy the shock, awe and surprise of seeing the fantastic items you now own. You can wonder at and admire them and then by thinking creatively merge them into your needs for the day. The possibilities are endless as are the subsequent likely arguments, recriminations, laughs and discussions you and your partner will have. Then think of all the surprise meals, food and drink combinations, CDs and books, clothing, washing and sanitary products you now have. Instead of being in a domestic rut you will have a new line of groceries and products to share and admire, all of which you may enjoy as will the other lucky shopper who took your choices home.
So no need for lists, concentration, the pain of omitting things, buying the wrong size pack, forgetting what you were in the shop for in the first place etc. Shopping has now become an exercise of pure faith and you can be there, living slap bang back on the edge – a new religion is born and a super new way of life for you.
*This could be tough if it’s raining but then rain is not so bad and we’re all a bit over preoccupied with the weather anyway.
Sunday, May 29, 2005
Thinking time
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Thinking about thinking about thinking about thinking.
Today I saw a yacht that was stuck on a sandbank out on the Forth. Stranded and peculiar it looked as it argued with the elements for the restoration of a floating equilibrium. A RIB full of good advice circled the stricken vessel unable to help whilst the crew presumably cracked open a few beers and watched the weather develop.
Houses and homes, moving, coming going. Mentally boxing and unboxing our possessions and imagining what effort it would take to reposition them in a new location. Fun really. Perhaps it's bad for all those creative juices to remain in the same place too long.
Mrs CBQ makes a mean, colourful, nourishing and tasty (and not at all crippling) curry. I realise once again that if you actually cook with proper ingredients and don’t just go for quick fix meals from Tesco your digestive system really does appreciate the difference. Makes me wonder what does go into those Eastern buffets and that Indian Cuisine within the “all you can scoff for £7.99” range. Ali and I are glowing with health today.
Grandchildren, small and wriggly like incredible electric eels sprung from an unfamiliar universe, so frantic and full of life, struggling to crawl and roll over, struggling with spoons and bottles, grunting and giggling towards a full vocabulary - but effortlessly burping, spitting out food and filling their nappies. My two grandsons are the best and it’s always a special day when they visit.
Up a stage: Football for ten-year olds, kick and run and watch as the passing game slowly develops. Still there are those selfish but talented heroes who know best and ignore the shouts and just play on and somehow score all the goals. Teams are great and teams work and produce results, but those individual flashes and charges make for the best spectacle and vivid memories. Whatever, Joseph put in a nice assist today that resulted in a good goal and I was proud of him.
Reading the paper, the Scotland on Sunday, wondering who really reads the editorials, what draws you in and keeps you there and by the end have they won you over? Often I don’t have a strong opinion on the subject, I want to but it just fails to engage me as I stop short of feeling anything. The French ready to vote, TV soaps in some plot climax, Big Brother again, Franz Ferdinand to write Dylanesque ballads, dreary old Jack M in Malawi upsetting charities, the Kirk stuttering and the problems of Scottish Conservatism. I’ll read it anyway.
Malawi and all the charity bandwagon jumping that is going on worries me. Wee Jack so out of his depth, promising pennies in a bucket as if he could right the twin wrongs of 100 years of British colonialism and corrupt African politics. Poor misguided loser, Scotland needs his attention a lot more than he thinks. So by all means write off the debt, sort the trade, ship in the aid and change may come in Africa, but Wee Jack needs to get a grip of his own lap-dog job (if he has one).