BillyShears

For Emily Where I May Find Her - Simon & Garfunkel

Chris Izaak - Wicked Game

Bowie - Moonage Daydream

There Is A Light That Never Goes Out - Neil Finn & Friends

Hammer Juggling

Domestically famous for my 'Daddies Monday Night Pot Mix'. With 4 kids there wasn't much money so every Monday tea was made up of the leftovers from the weekend chucked into a large pot and stir fried with olive oil and some mild spices. Pan of rice or pasta to bulk it up a bit. Often there was so much that it lasted a few days. Failing that, Pot Noodle.

Steadily making my way through Cormack McCarthy's collection. 'Child Of God' at the moment is living up to his knack of having you feel affection for the most disgusting protagonists. I like American authors including: Annie Proulx Jonathan Franzen Jonathan Tropper Also just read 'In Stitches' by Dr Nick Edwards. A collection of his thoughts and experiences in an A&E somewhere in Birmingham. Insightful stuff and well recommended for a light read. He also speaks the truth.

Wow, the latest comment on the page sums it up. Goosebumps. Thanks for posting it Particularly poignant is the reference to the poor potato harvest. It being merely a decade after the potate famine that wiped out most of our population. Cheers BOF, I first heard that song 15 years ago & found it again the other day after much youtube searching (couldn't remember the title). Each time I listen to it I find something new to well up about. Here's a bit of background to the song: Pat McNamara

Mentioned this song earlier in the thread. I just had to post the youtube link after BOF's Green Fields of France link. I think O'Connel's delivery of this emotive song is unsurpassed. The song is lifted from a collection of letters found in a chap's grandfather's New York attic after he died in the 1970's. The letters, written to his grandfather from his father in Ireland span 30 years from 1860. Kilkelly

Tim Hardin - Reason To Believe

Lullaby - The Cure

Funny

Kilkelly - Patrick O Donnell

AAAAAAH!

Many of them are still with us. Think on that when you laugh at the mobility scooter rider, get huffy because the old duffer at the front of the checkout can't sort his money out, or get irritated by the slow old driver in front when you are in such a hurry to get to that important destination of yours. If they weren't enlisted they were living on rations at home, feeding their families on rations at home, men and women in factories & on the land. Or they were kids themselves living on rations. Rations, that means you are only allowed a certain amount of food a week, that makes for a healthy old age don't you think? Enough to say that the generations that are old and dying off now deserve all the help they can get from all of us. Give them some dignity. It's more than a once yearly visit to the Cenetaph, a plastic poppy or a trip to Alrewas, its 365 days a year 24 hrs a day. If you ever have the honour of talking to just one of them, and you get past the stories (which are fascinating) ask them how they sleep. As norton65ca said, they don't sleep too well. Shot for cowardice?, **** off, put his name up.

48. You lot are puppies.

Love my job but seriously undervalued, underpaid & overworked.

Bowie - An Occasional Dream

The Arcade Fire - Keep The Car Running

Bowie - Sound And Vision

Bruce Cockburn - 'If I Had A Rocket Launcher'

Not really worth the effort but funny anyway. Stairway To Heaven uncovered