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

 

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