August 31, 2016

 

 

To me it was so obvious,

too obvious maybe.

Long sightedness no obstacle,

but my nose too near to me.

 

To me it was so unsettling,

too unsettling maybe.

They’d urge and scout around it,

my antennae up, so I would flee.

 

To me it was so natural,

too natural maybe.

No value could I put upon it,

my Achilles heal – giving for free.

 

To me it was so unreal,

too unreal maybe.

Something never to get over,

that shipwreck lost at sea.

 

To me it was so reminiscent.

too reminiscent maybe.

The past I had moved on from,

let’s not go there, fiddle-de-dee.

 

To me it was so ‘old hat’,

too ‘old hat’ maybe.

Talk of the past depressing,

though still ingrained in me.

 

To me it was so powerful,

too powerful maybe.

It overtook my senses,

setting my spirit free.

 

To me it was so shocking,

too shocking maybe.

No cattle prod ever needed,

as many would agree.

 

To me it was so meaningless,

too meaningless maybe.

Hell bent on self destruction,

a chink of nuttiness, you see.

 

To me it was so explosive,

too explosive maybe.

But fireworks never started,

whilst I held tight the key.

 

To me it was so long ago,

too long ago maybe.

How convenient when dementia,

takes a hold of me.

 

To me it was so menacing,

too menacing maybe.

No fruit to bear was visible,

on that forgotten tree.

 

To me it was so indigestible,

too indigestible maybe.

Some called it – I B S,

poo-poohed of course by me.

 

To me it was so ongoing,

too ongoing maybe.

I knew I should have left alone,

that bread and old French brie.

 

To me it was so comforting,

too comforting maybe.

An armour plated outer shell,

in ‘tortoise’ mode found me.

 

To me it was so sensitive,

too sensitive maybe.

‘You’re thinking off the scale’,

with arms up, they would plea.

 

To me it was so indulgent,

too indulgent maybe.

All my imaginary friends,

around since I was three.

 

To me it was so normal,

too normal maybe.

This ‘only child’ syndrome,

encouraging a life of fantasy.

 

To me it was so tempting,

too tempting maybe.

The humanitarian inside,

daring me to just break free.

 

To me it was so heartbreaking,

too heartbreaking maybe.

The drawbridge firmly shut,

for all eternity.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I know your charms,

I’ve read your palms.

I’ve seen it all

in my crystal ball.

 

I know your future,

and poorer you’ll be,

When you walk away,

after paying my fee.

 

 

 

 

 

 

More sorrow than there’d ever been,

losing one who loved a Gypsy Cream,

or Jammie Dodger if all else failed –

when the tin empty, how she wailed.

 

Such agony from a grumbling gut –

Oh how she loved a Ginger Nut,

or a Fig Roll, or perhaps Rich Tea.

A crumb of comfort all, that’s left of she.

 

 

 

 

 

A fringe or not –

a fringe be damned.

Twelve months of madness,

now growth programmed.

 

 

 

 

So free the mind of everyday clutter.

Forgotten are days of woe.

No returning to muddy waters,

on a tug that sailed long ago.

 

So free the mind of knotted seaweed,

that the hippocampus knew well.

Now the mind on a voyage of discovery,

without baggage, as heavy as hell.

 

August 30, 2016

 

 

Tune in to Tonys Time Machine

on

Wednesday 31st August

11 am – 1 pm

This week

Tony will be in conversation with Rachael,

from Creative Support

( Chatting about her time in Berlin )

and as usual  Vikki will be at the helm.

steering this trip to Mars 

 

and also

there will be a reading of

For The Love Of David Bowie

written by

Harriet Blackbury

 

Enjoy the show folks

Let’s Dance

 

 

August 22, 2016

 

Tune in and enjoy

Tonys Time Machine

Wednesday  24th August

11 am. – 1 pm.

Tonys guests this week

are 

Lucy – from Creative Support

Marketing Team.

and

also Katie.

 

The feature ‘Band of the Month’

is

The Arctic Monkeys.

 

Lucy will be reading

‘For The Love Of Heat’

written by Harriet Blackbury

and also on the show

a reading of

‘For The Love Of The Olympics’

by Harriet Blackbury.

 

August 20, 2016

 

 

At No.1 with ‘Keep On Running’ in 65 –

The Spencer Davis Group, a hit did earn.

Whilst later in 81, The UK Subs sang

‘Keep On Running (Till You Burn)’.

 

‘Flying High With A Feeling’

were The Commodores, back in 78,

and in this year Queen’s double-sided hit,

was ‘Bicycle Race’, which we thought great.

 

In 75, ‘Walking in Rhythm’ sang

the U.S. group – The Blackbyrds, with ease.

In 63 ‘Walk Like A Man’ by The Four Seasons,

and their ‘Silver Star’ of 76, also did please.

 

In 83 Jo Boxer’s – ‘Just Got Lucky’

came after giving us ‘Boxer Beat’.

In 89 Soul ll Soul’s  ‘Keep On Movin’,

had us all on our feet.

 

Dire Straits, in 86 almost at the winning post,

with their ‘Walk Of Life’, reaching No 2.

And ‘The Best Is Yet To Come’ – ‘For Sure’,

sang Scooch in 07, ‘Flying The Flag (For You).

 

In 82 America gave us ‘You Can Do Magic’,

eleven years after  ‘Horse With No Name’.

and ‘Flying Without Wings’ in 99,

Westlife, at No.1, made their claim.

 

Athletic enough for an Olympian –

Mick Jagger should have had a bash!

In 68, we watched In awe, as The ‘Stones’

performed ‘Jumping Jack Flash’.

 

In 72, Hawkwind taking the Bronze prize,

with ‘Silver Machine at No.3

And also in 72, Melanie coming in at No. 4

with her ‘Brand New Key’.

 

In 77 – actor turned singer – David Soul,

at No.1 with ‘Silver Lady’, did well.

And ‘Chasing Pavements’ in 2008,

was our own, naturally gifted, Adele.

 

Continuously reliable with their timing,

in 03, Coldplay brought us ‘Clocks’,

followed in 05 by ‘Speed Of Sound’ –

this group always first off the blocks.

 

Proving there’s no age limit to winning,

like Spandau Ballet, Nick Skelton claimed ‘Gold’.

‘You’ve Made Me So Very Happy’ we sang,

like ‘Blood, Sweat & Tears, in days of old.

 

The old adage about ‘competing’ –

and what matters is ‘just taking part’,

in past decades has been consolation,

though everyone had given it their heart.

 

The old adage now about ‘winning’ –

and what matters, and has from the start,

is that with hard work and ‘Lottery Funding’

we’ve now finished high in the chart!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

August 16, 2016

 

Tune into 

Tony’s Time Machine

on Wednesday

17th August

11 am – 1pm

 

Tony’s guest this week

sees the popular return of

Bryan Stewart.

and co guest

John Donegan

 

As usual  Tony will be in the capable hands of Vikki

 

Tony will be reading

For The Love Of Bryan Stewart

written by Harriet Blackbury

 

and

Bryan will be reading

For The Love Of Heat 

written by

Harriet Blackbury

 

Happy Rocking Folks

 

 

 

I’ll take this hour God granted me –

Three-fifty on the clock.

A call of nature awakened me.

So quiet the house, just a tick-tock.

 

I’ll take this moment every time

For ‘now’ is all that’s real.

The family safe and sleeping;

this time is mine to steal.

 

Though not for long my solitude,

as behind me gently creeps,

one who’s on my wavelength,

with four paws, a vigil keeps.

 

One who no-one else can see,

but one who’s at my core.

Who gently tempts me back to bed,

to rest my mind once more.

 

 

 

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