Archive for October, 2010


Musical comedy- Just for giggles

I’ve written some tripe this week, I’m not going to lie to you about that. Some of it I’ve kept to read later, some of it I’ve just overtyped and deleted, none of it will I bore you with.

For one reason or another this week I’ve been listening to two great favourite pastimes of mine combined – music and comedy.

I don’t know why I’m so drawn to the genre, but I really enjoy listening to it. Ranging from the modern issues, such as Tim Minchin and Otis Lee Crenshaw right back through the ages past Tom Lehrer from the 60’s to the post-war gentility of Flanders & Swann.

Some of these will stupidly unfashionable, like admitting you quite like Ronnie Barker’s monologues, but I’ve never really been known for my fashion sense!

I think it’s do with the lyrical plays on words that are always going round in my hand combined with music itself. Generally it’s escapism though. Music in general can just wash you, but this style needs to be focussed on.

If you have a couple of minutes free, here’s what I like from the above and some others.
Tim Minchin: Tim Minchin

Victoria Wood: Victoria Wood

Tom Lehrer: Tom Lehrer

Weird Al: Weird Al Yankhovic

Flanders and Swann: Flanders and Swann

Barljo

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Not a deep heartfelt blog this week. I was reading around as you do and found this quote.

Don’t tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass.” ~ Anton Chekhov

I’m going to be ribbed for quoting that guy as I’ve been verbal about “more bloody Chekhov?!” many times in the last few years, but this is a good quote and needs to be shared!

I guess it could be applied to many things, I’ll leave that to you guys. But as (apparently) Chekhov says, actions speak louder than words. So this week, here’s what I’ll try to be doing: showing people glints of light rather than talking about the moon.

More than words…

Barljo

So, it’s October. Supposedly and statistically the most likely time that depression kicks in and alcoholics turn heavier to the bottle.

Trouble is, I don’t feel like that this week. The crisp bright mornings wake me up better, I’m nearly uninjured again so can get back to training soon, there are adventures to look forward to, and new & exciting stuff to talk about. In short, light at the end of the proverbial tunnel.

Only one thing really remains to sort out, but I need to stick that out for a few more months, and then take steps to resolve that too. I can afford not to worry about that right now, as there is nothing I can do about it so worrying would just be a waste of energy.

It may seem a little like Fever Pitch in that my ups and downs are following Liverpool’s football fortunes, but I know that’s not it. Honest.

I’m not saying that things don’t suck sometimes. They do. But my recent time of suckiness seems to be unsucking itself.

(I’m not overly proud of that paragraph, but writing it in proper-speak made it sound like a therapy session. Using ‘suck’ in it’s various declensions sounded easier to read).

The only plum that I need to finish off the pie (it’s all about pie!) is a bit more positive thinking from yours truly. So, let’s get at it, JB. Get stretching and exercising that ankle and get out there on 21 October. 10 miles to start do we reckon?

So, to finish off the song chorus for this blog:

It’s a new dawn, it’s a new day, it’s a new life. It’s a new world for me…

And I’m feeling good.

(If you only know the Michael Bublé version, check out any Nina Simone version on YouTube. I far prefer it!)

Barljo

Tomorrow never knows

Sometimes we manage to get involved with things, people or situations we don’t want to.

Sometimes we don’t manage to get involved with things, people or situations we do want to.

Sometimes we manage get involved with things, people, or situations we just don’t intend to.

And sometimes, that last one doesn’t work out too badly at all.

Kind of a cryptic one, but just try and apply that to your last 7 days and see if it fits! Could be your relationship, your life, could be Liverpool Football Club’s ongoing saga, could be work.

Just remember – as Ringo Starr used to say: Tomorrow never knows…

(Edited to add…) Sorry, this seems to have caused some confusion. If you think this about you, then you’d be wrong. It’s a situation I’m in right now. Sorry, no offence intended to the reader.

Barljo