Other bits and pieces..


So there is other stuff going on in the world other than sore feet…although when you have the latter the former becomes insignificant, or so I’m told. But then, my feet are perfect!

I have a few other pastimes and once again I’ve been extremely fortunate to cross paths with some remarkable characters in all spheres, particularly where music is involved. The most recent ‘bright spark’ is a wee Mancunian who professes skills in writing, badminton and paying the guitar – and although he has a bit to learn in all three disciplines, there is already signs of promise and I’m sure you will be hearing and reading a great deal more of him in the years to come. Please pay him a lot of attention.

A few days after I wrote Mother Theresa I sang it to Steve outside his house when he was recovering from a desperate stag weekend in the Lakes. It was the Bank Holiday Monday and a few hours later the events in Manchester made it all seem irrelevant. Sometimes these things provoke a reaction that we all can ascribe to. If you’re a musician – and have a Mojo that’s in tune – you become a conduit. That’s why you should listen to him.

So, here’s a couple of videos of Manchester – please share them wide and far. Of course, just as in everything else – and as Isaac Newton observed in his third law, there is always an equal and opposite reaction – and the counter is below… Not that it is equal in any way… just a grumpy old man’s take on the same thing!

Manchester – Live @ Garstang Unplugged

Manchester – Steve Canavan – a tribute.


Mother Theresa


Well, after nine years of trying to do the ‘right thing’ through the ‘usual channels’ and bring a small, but important matter to the attention of the relevant authorities – including our politicians – and been roundly shat upon ever since, I figured it’s finally time for Quid Pro Quo. Unfortunately the three monkeys of the judiciary, parliament and civil service still have their hands covering ears, eyes and mouth, so this time it will have to be the organ grinder herself.

Do join in…

Mother Theresa

Sitting here looking out the window
Wondering what to do
I’m sick and tired hearing all your lies
After all that I’ve been through
You say you care and don’t despair
‘bout what you’ve gone and done
Don’t you realise that I despise
All that you’ve become

Hey Mother Theresa
What you trying to do
You say you have the answers
But you know that it ain’t true
You turned your back on all your friends
Relinquished all their love
For a vanity excursion
Of Eton’s Old Boy’s Club

Being true and strong don’t get me wrong
Is never circumspect
A steady hand will sure command
Loyalty and respect
But when you say the only way
Is to bow to your demands
It’s a grave mistake when you forsake
This green and pleasant land

Hey Mother Theresa
Frack it night and day
Lining pockets of the bankers
Is the price you have to pay
For a tenancy in Number Ten
For the power for the fame
Never mind our children’s future
To you it’s just a game

If led by fools then chaos rules
Is the mantra of the day
Look behind and you will find
Clowns are already there
Political perversions
And dirty shady deals
Britannia’s aristocracy
Consumed by lust and zeal
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