April 3, 2016

 

 

‘Mandy’ – the first Manilow hit came in 75,

and ‘Copacabana’ about Lola, also a hit for Barry.

In 79, The Police gave us ‘Roxanne’,

and in 80, Cliff Richard sang about ‘Carrie’.

 

In 70, came ‘Lola’, a favourite Kinks classic.

And in 85, ‘Kayleigh’ by Marillion, we loved too.

In 2006, Fratellis gave us ‘Henrietta’,

and ‘Sylvia’ by Focus in 73,  next in this queue.

 

Earlier, in 67 came ‘Georgy Girl’ by The Seekers.

and The Rolling Stones set ‘Ruby Tuesday’  free.

‘Yellow Submarine & Eleanor Rigby’ – a double sided hit

in 66,  saw The Beatles, at the top of the tree.

 

Also in 66, Wayne Fontana sang about ‘Pamela, Pamela’,

and in 86 The Damned gave us their version of ‘Eloise’.

In 87, ‘Sheila, take a bow’ riding high for The Smiths,

and in 75, ‘Angie Baby’ by Helen Reddy  sure did please.

 

The first two hits for Neil Diamond in the early 70’s

saw ‘Cracklin’ Rosie’ and ‘Sweet Caroline’, in the race.

And in 2008, he was still singing about the girls,

when he gave us ‘Pretty Amazing Grace’.

 

In 62, The Four Seasons had a hit with ‘Sherry’

and in 84, ‘Joanna’ arrived from Kool and The Gang.

In 90, came ‘Sally Cinnamon’ by The Stone Roses, and,

in 04, ‘Lola’s Theme’ by The Shapeshifters, to No.I sprang.

 

In 69 Amen Corner sang ‘Hello Suzie’. 

Also in 69, The Hollies sang ‘Sorry Suzanne’

In 59, Neil Sedaka released ‘Oh Carol’ –

the first of many hits, for this piano man.

 

In 93, Van Morrison gave us the infamous ‘Gloria’

And ‘Eleanor Put Your Boots On’, by Franz Ferdinand, in 06.

And now, like in 78, we thank our ‘Lucky Stars’ that –

Dean Friedman’s ‘Lydia’ came along, to end this girly mix.

 

 

 

 

 

 

March 29, 2016

 

 

Check out

Bolton’s favourite

Indie Rock Band.

‘THE ATTIC DOCTORS’.

Their next live performance will be on

Friday, 8th April 2016

at

Manchester Club Academy.

Manchester UK. 

 

Tickets available online.

 

(This is a ‘must see’ event –

They are simply sensational.)

 

 

 

 

 

 

Celery beckons

with peppered cheese.

In a minute

there’ll be a sneeze.

 

Celery beckons

with guacamole,

as the tongue

does a roly-poly.

 

Celery beckons

before a cup of tea.

In a minute

there’ll be a wee.

 

 

 

 

Such a surge of joy

when going places.

Fingers fighting

to tie shoe laces.

 

Such a sigh of relief

when homeward bound.

Now shoes kicked off

and slippers found.

 

 

 

March 27, 2016

 

 

What is there to fear

if there is no hereafter here?

No point to shed a tear,

if there is no presence near.

 

What need is there to hear,

if there’s no longer laughter dear?

Why wipe a windscreen clear,

if there is, no forward gear?

 

What good to rest the head,

if there’s no dream to re-appear?

No point to pour a beer,

and clink glasses for good cheer.

 

What point to stroll along the Prom,

or view the shoreline from the Pier.

Or walk along the riverbank to see

water cascading off the Weir?

 

What use to bend an ear,

if the spirit’s fled to somewhere freer.

Never to return, if to be believed,

there is no hereafter here?

 

 

 

 

 

How alarming to see the seam

of a lampshade burning bright.

Oh, the urge to turn it around,

until the seam out of sight.

 

How ridiculous to pick up litter

whilst walking along the street.

When behind you a million items

discarded at people’s feet. 

 

How unsettling to see out of place,

that which should be stood in line.

How damned annoying to feel so critical,

when OCD enters your world and mine.

 

 

 

March 26, 2016

 

 

Oh Daisy, Daisy,

Daisy true.

My constant companion,

how I loved you.

 

And still do now

although you’re gone.

Oh Daisy, Daisy;

my sun that shone.

 

Oh Daisy, Daisy,

always on my mind.

Two decades of trust,

and love combined.

 

From a tiny kitten

into a cat you grew.

I knew the meaning

of your every mew.

 

Oh Daisy, Daisy,

today my heart aches.

No familiar routine,

as daylight breaks.

 

Your spirit always here;

your presence lingers on.

Of all the animals I’ve loved,

Daisy – you were number one.

 

 ( A poem for Jean)

 

Written by Harriet Blackbury.

September 2015

 

 

March 25, 2016

 

 

And rich green pastures seen all around,

thankfully, by climate change unaffected.

And Easter goslings on view leaving the nest –

the cutest one with a white vest detected.

 

And around the corner, the same black lab,

still sat on his trampoline, smelling the air;

a bit of a celebrity, though quite unaware.

His bold head thrown back, without a care!

 

And young lambs happily gambolling

beneath the Cotswold Hills,

and the Racing fraternity still talking,

of this years Festival thrills.

 

 

 

 

 

 

What better gift to leave behind

than a thought that brings a smile to mind.

Each one different, and personal too,

meant for every individual, that you once knew.

 

What better gift when all is said

than a thought that brings a shake of the head,

followed by a chuckle, as friends recall

times well spent, when you had a ball.

 

What better fortune could you bestow,

than the part of you, you let folks know.

A world of wealth, each friendship worth,

such satisfaction when you leave this earth.

 

 

 

 

So much sense from Mother’s tongue;

how right she was all along.

Too late, alas to tell her so,

her wisdom melted with the snow.

 

So much love in Mother’s eyes;

such loyalty without compromise.

Too late alas to say, I love you too.

Not enough to wonder if she knew.

 

So much laughter in Mother’s voice;

when tears subsided, little choice.

Too late alas to understand,

the task of being my right hand.

 

So much care in Mother’s actions;

time for herself – just minute fractions.

Too late, alas to thank her now!

She was my rock, to her I bow. 

 

 

 

 

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