June 8, 2016

 

 

Been there, done that,

the label showing.

Denial would see

a small nose growing.

 

Been there, done that,

just fat to chew,

when feeling lonesome

without you.

 

Been there, done that,

without thinking,

Though afterthought

found my heart sinking.

 

Been there, done that,

I’ve said it now.

I know you knew,

why raise your brow?

 

Been there, done that.

Just took a chance,

when someone threw

a second glance.

 

Been there, done that,

no hurt was meant.

My love for you

set in cement.

 

Been there, done that,

a lifetime ago,

but hell, does it matter,

now hair, white as snow?

 

Been there, done that,

but I couldn’t now.

No need for anxiety,

you silly cow!

 

—————

 

Been there, done that!

Well, have you really?

After one too many

and getting touchy – feely?

 

Been there, done that!

Yes, I was well aware.

Call it intuition,

when you returned from there.

 

Been there, done that.

I too chewed the fat,

when feeling lonesome,

when feeling flat.

 

Been there, done that.

My turn in the dock –

When the penny dropped

I also ran amok.

 

Been there, done that.

We’ve been through a lot.

Times were different then,

we both lost the plot.

 

Been there, done that.

You look dumbfounded.

Did you think me homely

with feet firmly grounded?

 

Been there, done that,

can’t you take the shock,

of knowing once or twice,

I lifted up my frock?

 

Been there, done that,

but free from anxiety now,

and not quite so stupid,

is your silly cow !

 

 

 

 

 

As easy as that, they robbed him;

just took him for all he was worth.

Two urchin girls with the giggles,

destined to be thieves from birth.

 

A willing recipient he was,

flinging his arms in the air.

Flattered by so much attention,

as he strode through St Marks Square.

 

The rascals ran off – job accomplished;

an easy start to their day.

Cash expertly extracted,

before the wallet thrown away.

 

Percoughalees was really frustrated;

his plane due in under an hour.

He knew Mendotta would be onboard;

the chance to see her, now turning sour.

 

 

 

 

Tonys Time Machine

Wednesday  8th June.

11am – 1 pm

Today sees the return of

‘June Rocks’.

with  

This week in History,

and the Old Grey Whistle Test memories.

 

Tony with be reading

‘For The Love Of Music – Part  7’

Written by 

Harriet Blackbury.

 

(Repeats at the usual times)

 

 

June 5, 2016

 

 

 ‘Ossie’s Dream’ sang Tottenham Hotspur

keeping ‘81’ FA Cup dreams alive.

‘Here We Go’ sang Everton FC

with Howard, back in 85.

 

Going it alone in song,

in 87 were Chris & Glenn.

Their ‘Diamond Lights’ at No.12,

just missing out on the top ten.

 

‘Glory, Glory Man United’

reached 13 in the charts in 83,

but with ‘Come on The Reds’, in 94

finally at No.1 was Manchester Utd FC.

 

In 72. came ‘Blue Is The Colour’

making it to No.5  for Chelsea FC

In the 90’s, ‘No one can stop us now’ & ‘Blue Day’

and then ‘Blue Tomorrow’, in 2000, finally.

 

In 78, ‘We’ve got the Whole World in our hands’

sang Nottingham Forest FC & Paper Lace.

In 70 ‘Back Home’ No.1 for the England World Cup Squad.

And in 90, ‘World in Motion’, again taking a No.1 place.

 

‘Anfield Rap (Red machine in full alert)

in 88  shot up to No. 3 in this chart mix,

then ‘Pass & Move (It’s The Liverpool Groove)

reached No.4  by The Boot Room Boys of 96.

 

So many more songs to choose from;

some more in tune than others.

But the sentiment always the same,

Footy folk, a solid band of sisters & brothers.

 

 

 

 

May 31, 2016

 

 

Tune in to 

Tony’s Time Machine

Wednesday  1st June.

11am. – 1pm

(Repeated  Thurs 8am 

Frid 1am,  Sat 6pm )

 

Today’s Tony’s Guest 

is

John Trotter

(Support Worker – Morecambe)

who will be discussing

Disabled access to

Premiership Football Grounds.

 

Also,

read live will be

‘Football Club Nicknames’

written by

Harriet Blackbury

 

Have fun folks

 

 

 

 

 

May 30, 2016

 

 

There’s The Shaymen and The Silkmen,

and many clubs called The U’s.

There’s The Shrimps and The Shrews,

and lots of clubs called The Blues.

 

There’s Railwaymen and Tractorboys,

and The Brewers and The Shots.

There’s The Cobblers and The Glovers,

and The Red Devils with the hots.

 

There’s The Spurs and The Gunners,

and The Toon Army and The Tykes,

and The Hammers and The Potters,

and The Pilgrims taking hikes.

 

There’s the Rams and The Wolves,

and The Eagles and The Seagulls.

There’s The Mariners and The Owls,

and The Saints and The Gulls.

 

There’s The Shakers and The Trotters,

and The Cherries and The Tangerines.

There’s Pompey and there’s Posh,

and Canaries in yellows and greens.

 

There’s The Black Cats and The Tigers

and The Hatters and The Dale.

There’s The Bluebirds and The Wanderers,

and The Terriers and The Vale.

 

There’s The Baggies and The Toffeemen,

and many called The Claret and Blues.

There’s Donny and there’s Palace,

and many more I could chose.

 

Whatever club our inclination:

Whichever club holds dear, our heart,

we’ll stick with through the ages,

til the day that we depart.

 

Whether riding high in the top flight,

or in the family leagues below,

Football is our Saviour,

and the game we all love so.

 

Written by Harriet Blackbury

 

 

May 26, 2016

 

 

‘In’ says Corbyn

as does Blair,

but ‘out’ says Boris,

flicking hair.

 

‘In’ says Cameron

so does Major.

‘In’ says Brown –

there goes my wager.

 

‘In’ says Hezza

so does Clarke.

Two trusted stalwarts

make their mark.

 

‘In’ says Obama

nervous but brave.

‘Out’ says Thatcher

from the grave.

 

‘In’ says Osborne

with little material clout.

‘Out’ maybe The Queen

though there is doubt.

 

‘In’ says Teresa

but only just,

whilst Mrs Merkel

says ‘In’ – a must.

 

‘In’ says Cleggy

and Farron too.

Trump says ‘Out’

his point of view.

 

 ‘In’ on some days,

then ‘out’ makes sense.

My bum so sore

sitting on the fence.

 

‘In’ says Sturgeon

and Lagarde.

No opinion yet

from Stratford’s Bard. 

 

‘In’ says Soames

but ‘Out’ Lord Owen.

Who knows which way

this thing is going?

 

‘Out’ says Gove

and Lawson too,

and for JCB –

a Brexit view.

 

So much to weigh up

So much brain strain,

but a wasted vote

if I abstain.

 

‘In’ says Abbott

and ‘Out’ Portillo –

a friendly fight due

with a political pillow.

 

‘In’ says Jaguar

and Land Rover.

I’ll be so glad

when voting over.

 

‘In’ say The Kinnocks

through family ties,

which kind of comes

as no surprise.

 

 ‘In’ says Mandelson.

‘Out’ says Rees-Mogg

The answer clear

as pea-soup fog.

 

‘Out’ says Putin –

Europe’s backbone gone.

Lord Archer relaxed,

another Best Seller, No. 1

 

‘In’ say those

you wouldn’t think!

I’m so confused

I’ll turn to drink.

 

‘Out’ says Farage

with pint in hand.

‘Out’ says Whittingdale,

‘making a stand’.

 

But If ‘Out’ is do-able,

how long the wait

before progress seen?

is the main debate

 

Little clues from Dimbleby,

or ‘This Week’s’ Neil,

though Molly’s advice

my vote would seal.

 

So many undeclared

we can’t lean upon.

Impartial too has to be,

The Speaker – John

 

That man of letters, Johnson –

the campaign leader of ‘In’,

whilst IDS a firm ‘Outer’

shaking loud the tin.

 

And ‘Out’ forever

has been Bill Cash,

but Prescott’s ‘In’

with fists that bash.

 

‘In’ says Ashdown

and ‘In’ says Steel

so too Baroness Williams

I strongly feel.

 

Some say voting ‘In’ would fix

what isn’t yet broken?

Whilst voting ‘Out’ – a verbal minefield,

as yet unspoken?

 

‘In’ says Richard Branson,

‘In’ says Karren Brady

Respect, both for him

and this wise business Lady.

 

And If such proven leaders

(who know more than we)

are saying we must stay –

it’s making sense to me!

 

Whilst Brexit sounds OK in theory,

too many mavericks would be in charge,

and if it all went ‘belly up’

we’d be exposed to the world at large?

 

So ‘Yippee’ – what a sweetener,

to have Lord Sugar close at hand.

Some sense, at last on offer,

to help us clearly understand,

 

as the right cross indeed is vital –

we all must have our say,

and now someone we believe in

might finally save the day.

 

Taken from my Collection at  www.blackbury-poems.com 

 

 

 

May 23, 2016

 

 

and as with matters

of the heart,

distrust formed madness

from the start.

 

No love so strong

could time endure,

No quick-fix pill

a freedom cure.

 

and so long gone

the one who came,

and changed the world –

What was his name?

 

and as with matters

of the heart,

no barrier cream

could stop the smart.

 

No love so wrong

could stand the test,

so separate paths

always the best.

 

and so long gone

the one who came,

who’s now blocked out –

What was his name? 

  

 

 

 

 

Last week I lost my ‘Jolly’ gene;

events got the better of me.

News, not so good, arrived unannounced

on a daily basis you see.

 

There seemed no end to suffering;

all sorts of memories flooded back.

Re-opening dusty compartments,

where ghosts from the past attack.

 

Last week I lost my ‘Jolly’ gene,

and in isolation sat.

Over – thinking as I tend to do,

when numb and feeling flat.

 

There seemed no end to misery;

I thought how life unfair,

and worried for the outcome,

of those, now facing their nightmare.

 

Last week I lost my ‘Jolly’ gene;

life stopped me in mid-stream.

A good spell of going forward,

broken with a scream.

 

There seemed no point in mixing,

but if only I’d been aware,

that you too were sat in darkness,

without your ‘Jolly’ gene, beside you there?

 

Last week I lost my ‘Jolly’ gene,

but with time, it will return.

Sharing support, the answer,

when for the past we yearn.

 

So next time you lose your ‘Jolly’ gene,

and sense you fail to see,

just get in touch and let me know,

and we’ll chat until we are gloom-free.

 

 

May 13, 2016

 

 

In vivid green

with turquoise hue

appeared a kingfisher

out of the blue.

 

So moved was I,

the sight I shared,

as it came nearer

into view.

 

‘If that’s a kingfisher,

I’m Brad Pitt’,

said the protagonist

by my side.

 

‘Ornathology not

your strong point, dear’.

So in silence

we continued the ride!

 

 

In vivid fear

of my next remark

in case this time

I spotted a lark,

 

so moving as it

ascended the sky,

with plumes of grey,

so sleek and dark.

 

My protagonist

now buried his head

in the centre fold

of The Times.

 

Thinking.’God help me –

how long must I endure,

this old bird

and her potty rhymes.’  

 

 

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