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October 30, 2016
The truth of the matter,
when coconuts fall –
if you’re stood underneath,
then no life to recall.
Oh animals
that came and went,
some by chance
and never meant
to live indoors –
domesticated,
sharing abode –
sophisticated.
Oh animals
never turned away-
all cats and dogs
please step this way,
and make your stamp
and presence felt,
and prove your worth,
as hearts you melt.
Oh animals
pass on the word
that on the grape-vine
you have heard,
a ‘grooming service’
at your disposal,
exchanged for love –
a fair proposal.
Oh animals
quickly join the queue,
that keeps on gathering
down yonder view.
Such luxury
you’ve never known.
Inside and outside beds
to call your own.
Oh animals
that came and went,
and all in,
their element,
lived out their days,
and remembered still,
as new arrivals come
and always will.
Oh animals
that went astray,
in our minds so close,
to this very day.
and if you’re still out there-
Splodge – just running free,
your Mum and brother waiting
by your favourite tree.
October 25, 2016
Everyone’s favourite and 60’s Icon –
America’s Bobby Vee, was loved by all.
He bounced into the charts in 61
with his first UK hit ‘Rubber Ball’.
‘Also in 61, four more Top 10 songs included –
‘Take Good Care Of My Baby’ at No.3,
And ‘Run To Him’ in December,
A Christmas hit proved to be.
‘Please Don’t Talk About Barbara’
and ‘Sharing You’ – hits in 62,
and ‘A Forever Kind Of Love’,
in the charts of this year too.
In 63, another song to captivate us,
was ‘The Night Has A Thousand Eyes’,
reaching as high as Number 3
– this Star did mesmerise…
And fittingly ‘Bobby Tomorrow’ –
his last hit of 63.
Though christened Robert Velline,
to us, he’ll always be Bobby Vee.
Thank You for the music –
Rest In Peace (1943 – 2016)
Tune in to
Tony’s Time Machine
Wednesday 26th October & Wednesday 2nd November
11 am – 1pm
for a great mixture of Music & Chat.
featuring
Ramsbottom Festival artists
(Gorilla Riot and The Sound Of Sirens).
and also
Tony’s exclusive Interview with
Steve Howe of ‘Yes’ fame.
Tony will also be chatting to
Sam Priestly (Director of Creative Support)
with trusted Station Manager – Vikki Snowden
at the Helm.
and
there will be a reading
of ‘Fruit Rap’
written by Poet
Harriet Blackbury.
October 22, 2016
and two or three
or maybe four,
passed by this way
in days of yore.
Some stopping off
as travellers do.
To re-fuel tanks
before saying adieu.
and five or six
or seven more,
in intervals
knocked at the door.
Some getting in
as travellers do,
unless ‘No vacancy’
sign on view.
and eight or nine
or even ten;
all sad and lonely
weary men.
Some spinning yarns
as travellers do,
whilst selling wares-
rest overdue.
and eleven or twelve
or memorable thirteen,
down on his luck,
without a bean.
Some sob story given
as travellers do –
A bed in the shed
where rhubarb grew.
and fourteen or fifteen
and sixteen, I recall.
Arriving with two trunks
dropped in the hall.
Some magician of sorts,
he said, was he,
with an able assistant –
as fit as a flee.
and seventeen or eighteen
or nineteen, I did greet,
feeling it was time,
to put up my feet.
Some rest needed
from the hotel lark.
Time had taken it’s toll –
I was losing my spark.
Good job that twenty’s key,
fitted like it should:
Home Sweet Home, a blessing;
returning back for good.
Some loving comfort needed;
his timing spot on.
The door firmly bolted
now we two back as one.
and the bid for drunkenness exalted,
with a bag of crisps, so lightly salted,
and then before we say adieu,
we make a move on a sweet cashew.
Then, down the street, in the next bar,
we raise ‘good health’ with another jar,
and wash it down, with some pork scratchings,
as fat in arteries forms new attachings.
Then ‘one for the road’, the road to hell,
when ‘Last orders’ heard from that demon bell.
As steps retraced, are now updated,
and centuries of gold nectar, still appreciated.
It’s a clause
in the contract;
a codicil
of love.
A passage
to freedom,
and ultimately
a deal breaker.
Sign on the
dotted line –
I don’t think so!
Let’s meet and talk mumbo-jumbo,
and put the world to rights.
Let’s yap until our throats dry,
about nothing until dawn lights.
Let’s skate around the houses,
and up and down the alleyways,
without revealing anything obvious,
that on our cautious tongue stays.
Let’s have a drink, then another,
and one more to make memory flee,
until we forget if we’ve done what we came for,
so another guilt trip, there won’t be.
Please wait for me, I will be there.
T’is my intention – take a chair.
and rest your legs – relieve the strain.
Do take a brolly, in case there’s rain.
Please wait for me, I’m seldom early.
Don’t lose your rag, or act quite surly.
The wait, I promise, worth your while.
I’m eager for your welcoming smile.
Please wait for me – my timing crap.
So don’t you worry, or get in a flap.
or think the date, you have misread,
or my words misheard – all is not dead.
Please wait for me, a minute more.
Your strongest feeling’s, please ignore.
Don’t teach me a lesson, or curse and swear.
I’m trying my damnedest, to be right there.
October 18, 2016
Tune in to
Tonys Time Machine
Wednesday 19th October
11 am – 1pm
to hear great Music & Sound clips,
and Interviews from
Ramsbottom Festival,
Tony’s right hand – Vikki
will be at the helm, as usual.
Tony will also be chatting with
Sam Priestly (Director)
who will be reading the poem
‘For The Love Of Manchester’
written by
Harriet Blackbury