Archive for August, 2021

Sunday 8th August 2021

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Saturday 7th August 2021

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Friday 6th August 2021

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Thursday 5th August 2021

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Wednesday 4th August 2021

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Tuesday 3rd August 2021

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Monday 2nd August 2021

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Sunday 1st August 2021

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The sun will not be seen to-day;
The sky doth frown and lour upon our army.
I would these dewy tears were from the ground.
Not shine to-day! Why, what is that to me
More than to Richmond? for the selfsame heaven
That frowns on me looks sadly upon him.

Saturday 31st July 2021

Posted in Uncategorized on August 1, 2021 by uppyalf

War Party

Eddy Grant

You invite me to a war party
Me no want to go
Everybody seem to be inviting me to – a war party
Me no want to go
Heard about the last one
So thanks but-no
Thank you
You
You killed off all the Indians
And you killed off all the slaves
But no quite
So you killed off the remains
You a look for me
And I’m looking for you
I can’t believe what they say about you is true
That you’re a bad star just like Pharoah
You killed the children just like Pharoah
Now you send a ticket for me
It don’t have R.S.V.P.
Oh Lord
It’s a war party
Me no want to go…
You’ve invited all our wise men many time before
To dance around your fires and even out your scores
And when the tolls taken of the valiant and the brave
The only decoration is the one upon the graves
Oh no
You’re a bad star just like Pharaoh
You killed the children just like Pharoah
Now you send a ticket for me
And it don’t have R.S.V.P.
Oh Lord
It’s a war party
Me no want to go…
Please don’t send no ticket for me
No
Don’t send no ticket
No
Don’t send no ticket for me
If don’t have R.S.V.P.
Oh Lord
It’s a war party
Me no want to go…
Do you want to go
Say no
Do you want to go
Say no
Me no want to go right now
Me no want to go right now
They invite me to a war party me no want to go…

The King House

We were early
The day could not make its mind up
Weather-wise or otherwise
We couldn’t either go home or go in?
We played the waiting game for a while
Balloons greeted us and a tiny cake stand
The lady tested my grip on accents
I failed she was Brazilian but not black
She told me people often remarked
“But you’re not black!”
The lady in charge was stuck in traffic
We decided to look before the crowds arrived
Promising to return for the photoshoot
Art hung upon the walls
Some reduced to £2500
On the upper floor
The completion winners
Caroline didn’t like the Moaning Liza
“That’s awful she exclaimed!”
We bantered about votes
But votes weren’t called for
The line of people got Caroline’s vote
And she knows her shit
We went for coffee next door
Sitting outside when the rain arrived
It felt so good to be mask less
Violin music drifted from the gallery
And there he was the man I had mistaken
For the gallery owner
White shirt
Bow tie
I pad
Speakers
Standing under a borrowed umbrella
But his shoes gave him away
Shoes often are very important
How very sad I thought
Paganini playing for his supper
Amongst all this affluence
That’s how it’s always been I guess
The Jester playing to the crowd
The art is so expensive
More than London Caroline said
We headed home via the Turmeric store
That was expensive too
So Caroline headed to Huffkins
To get the cakes in

Bish August 1st 2021