If you read the last few blogs you’ll know that I’m going to be quite busy over the next month or so “doing some of me poems” (to paraphrase Ms Ayres). Not the update I mentioned in my previous post (hopefully coming soon!), but an additional date now added for Sunday 20th, when I and a few poetry friends will be adding our support to Invite a Tree to Tea on River Lawn in Tonbridge. This is a one day community event with music and arts to campaign against riverside development on green space – green space I very much treasured as a child and which my own son also enjoyed exploring.
Well, I did say that another blog would be along shortly. I dunno, you wait for ages and then three come along at once… YOU LUCKY PEOPLE!
Anyhow, the reason for this sudden spate of blogs is that I’ve recently been doing more performance stuff, and as I’ve got a fair bit coming up over the next month or so I thought you might appreciate a heads-up. Continue reading “ANOTHER one?”
This is the first of three – possibly four – connected blogs coming up over the next few days. It was originally written as a standalone blog a couple of months ago, but I forgot to post it! It’s not completely relevant to the other two (or three), but may save a bit of explanation later on, which can only be a good thing…
Not something I ever thought I would find myself saying, but I’ve been taking singing lessons. My next one is on Monday next week, and that’ll be about half a dozen or so under my belt.
The reason I never thought I’d say ‘I’ve been taking singing lessons,’ is because I never thought I’d ever be singing outside of my own bathroom, but it only goes to show that you shouldn’t go making glib assumptions about things. That said, I don’t have a need for singing lessons, I just want to do it. And here’s why. Continue reading “Going for a Song…”
A bit of nonsense to post now, but I’ve quite a few irons in the fire at the moment so will get back soon to talk about those. In the meantime, here’s that nonsense…
Oddly delighted to discover this in one of my ‘bog books’ while taking my morning poo… It’s a page from Spike Milligan’s ‘Book of Bits’ which I bought 2nd hand from the P&P book exchange when I was about 11.
I am particularly heartened that the caption I entered then is pretty much the same one I would enter now – a lovely indication that I have retained the joyful exuberance of youth despite all the horrors life has lobbed at me. I am similarly pleased with the mis-spelling of ‘Hooray’, which I have reproduced twice, regardless of the fact that the word is correctly printed only millimetres away from my own entry.