Piggies
What has happened to *Pigs-in-Lipstick* ?? Where has he gone ? Its been almost a week now and everytime I receive *404*. Snuffed out by the Bush administration ? Who knows ! All I can say is hurry back wherever you are - your blog is (was ?) a breath of fresh air.
I'm in the process of listening to 'Echoes: The Best of Pink Floyd'. I confess I never really got into them as a kid. The rest of spotty, long (lank ?)-haired adolescents I knew at school could frequently be seen with Floyd albums under their greatcoat-sleeved arms. I certainly remember that in '68 'A Saucerful of Secrets' was THE LP to be seen with. By '69/70 I think it was 'Ummagumma' and, later 'Atom Heart Mother'. I left school in 1971 and all contact with Floydies was broken. 'Dark Side of the Moon' was, IMHO, unimpressive at the time. I do like it now though - and I don't know why. It's just pretentious bollocks. But, I suppose it's good pretentious bollocks. 'Wish You Were Here' was another excellent album but, after that I think they started that slide into irrelevance that bands of their status and age, inevitably embrace.
Anyway...yeah....Pink Floyd. Its great after a few glasses of happy juice Man ! Gilmour's done a really good job of sorting the track listing and seguing the entire thing as though it was written over a period of 30-odd years, with the express intention of one day pulling it all together as an, almost, coherent whole. 'Us and Them' is a beautiful track.
Dearest has fallen asleep downstairs so now its time to go down, wake her and send her to bed like I'm Matron !
Today at the hospital we had a lovely nurse who immediately put both Dearest and myself at ease (well...as best you can be *at ease* in situtations like this). She was probably around the 50 mark. Gingerish hair in a bob and one of those hospital manners that make you happy. What I did find comical though, was the fact that she was quite happy to discuss some of the most gory bits and bobs you're ever likely to hear. But, when it came to actually *saying* what operation Dearest was having, all she would call it was 'a procedure'. The fact that she had chosen to use this word was, patently, because she had either a) become embarrassed discussing intimate details of people's medical situations(yeah......right !) or, b) she had been on a *Health Care Professional/Client Interface Understanding* course and had been programmed to talk like an automaton about the fundamental reason why a *client* should be *interfacing* with a health-care professional in the first place.
Still, she WAS lovely and pretty, and she probably sells poppies from a tray down Penny Lane in her spare time.
Parklife
After my heart-breakingly nostialgic ride round Brookdale Park last Saturday, and bemonaing the fact that, as taxpayers, we aren't prepared to fork out to make the 'lungs of the city' pleasant places to be in; I come across this in the Grauniad.
Its not that long ago you know. Do you remember when, on sunny Sundays, parks would be packed to the gunnells with perambulating families dressed to the nines ? Flower beds were awash with colour. Some parks had little 'mini-zoos' for the toddlers - complete with rabbits, chickens, ducks and, sometimes, goats or sheep. Slides, swings, rocking horses........... Picnics, impromptu as well as organised football matches, tennis courts, bowling greens.................those Sundays that became 'One of Those Days in England'..........mind you, building health centres, old-people's clubs and sectioning parts of them off for burial grounds doesn't seem like the way forward to me.
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