August 5, 2015

 

 

Tonys Time Machine

Wednesday 12th August  11 am

 Lively chat, music and poetry:

Todays show includes

Tony’s update on ‘Yes’

and 

Harriet’s poem

‘For the love of Buildings’

and 

Alison will be acting out

Harriet’s ‘Fruit Rap’ poem

————

Thursday  6th August from 2pm

Tune in to this special

‘Gorse Hill Studio’

Launch Day Programme.

 Rowetta from Happy Mondays

with be droppping by.

and Vikki will be at the helm

pulling it all together.

‘ENJOY’

August 2, 2015

 

Tune in to

LDOK.net

Tonys Time Machine

Wednesday, 5th August

at 11.am (UK time)

to hear Tony read

Harriet’s tribute poem

entitled ‘Our Cilla’

Also featured this week

is

Live Aid 85 – JFK Stadium USA.

Thank you for tuning in.

 

 

 

The undisputed Queen of Liverpool,

who won our hearts in sixty three,

Has been suddenly taken from us,

without any reason, we can see.

 

To her fans she was simply ‘Our Cilla’

Changing her surname from white to black.

Her first single , ‘Love of the loved’ ;

showing she was on the right track.

 

In 64, three more songs followed,

2 of which reached number one;

‘Anyone who had a heart’ and ‘You’re my world’,

being the ones ‘It’s for you’ outshone.

 

Next came ‘You’ve lost that loving feeling’

reaching number two in 65’

proving Cilla was here to stay,

and with Bobby by her side, would thrive.

 

But ‘Alfie’ always the one,

to give us an emotional fix,

spent nine weeks in the charts,

in nineteen sixty six.

 

In 68 ‘Step inside Love’,

saw Cilla back in the top ten,

And in 69 with ‘Surround yourself with sorrow,

she went and did it again.

 

In 1971 ‘Something tells me –

(something is gonna happen tonight’),

was in the charts at number 3,

and Cilla’s career still doing alright.

 

Our Darling of Music and Television,

who gave of herself, so much,

with Surprise, Surprise and also Blind Date,

showed her warmth, and her common touch.

 

Whatever Cilla turned her hand to,

she gave it one hundred per cent.

Her natural ability making it look easy;

she was loved wherever she went.

 

So now she is re-united with her Bobby,

and John & George, & Brian, wherever they are.

As all of her fan-base world wide,

say a fond farewell to this fab ‘Superstar’.

 

Written by Harriet Blackbury

especially for LDOK.net (Tonys Time Machine)

 

 

 

 

 

 

August 1, 2015

 

 

In the stillness of the night,

as I slept the deepest sleep

I was suddenly awakened and

so scared that I did weep.

 

A song revived lost memories,

transporting me back in time,

by creating a vivid picture,

so perfect, in detail and rhyme.

 

I shook as the dream started fading,

and the music, no more, could I hear.

I had seen you with so much clarity,

and felt so moved that you chose to appear.

 

 

 

 

What happened to those long hot

summer days, when we sat around

making daisy chains and searching for 

four leaved clovers, before making

our way home under the Seven Arches,

without a cloud in the sky to

dampen our spirits, or the sound of

a motorway to disturb our simple joy? 

 

 

 

 

Secrets and lies

and honey trap pies.

Bread and butter for hacks;

truth stretched to surprise.

 

Discrete camera’s flashing;

caught in the act.

Just a hint of suggestion,

based loosely on fact.

 

Whiter than white:

Purer than light:

A blotted copybook,

not yet come into sight.

 

Paying top dollar,

to be first past the post.

Confined to the sin-bin,

for that naughty boy boast.

 

Say nothing to no-one,

or ones career long dead,

as embarrassed blushes

turn faces bright red.

 

That old potato, the past,

just waiting to erupt.

That one step too far,

yet hardly corrupt,

 

will come back to bite one,

sure as night follows day.

From the straight path,

t’was madness to stray.

 

Yesterday’s headlines;

Chip paper today.

Shock horror stories,

now thrown away.

 

Secrets and lies,

and honey trap pies.

Play at ones peril,

if no conscience applies.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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