tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23282643.post3055166215250535489..comments2023-10-12T15:59:35.120+01:00Comments on radiogandy: Soggy Sunday - Idle day for metracyjameshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00914991294683176018noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23282643.post-45493858318684499572008-09-01T10:02:00.000+01:002008-09-01T10:02:00.000+01:00Jill:I have never seen a goldcrest.I think Bill Od...Jill:<BR/>I have never seen a goldcrest.<BR/><BR/>I think Bill Oddie would soon begin the grate, as would David Ballamy or anyone else with flappy arms apart from Andrew Marr.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23282643.post-18196714006512299942008-09-01T09:59:00.000+01:002008-09-01T09:59:00.000+01:00Smashing picture in all sorts of ways. Deep colou...Smashing picture in all sorts of ways. Deep colours and nice recession into the mist. Highly suitable for a very superior chocolate box (I do not mean that disparagingly).<BR/><BR/>I have always thought that ‘touch wood’ must be a seagoing expression from the days of wooden ships; ie, if you can touch wood you stand a chance of staying afloat.<BR/>I suspect the Phoenicians might also be strong on nautical metaphors.<BR/><BR/>Talking of caged bird poetry:<BR/>”Goodbye, little yellow bird,<BR/>I’d rather brave the cold,<BR/>Than a prisoner be,<BR/>On a leafless tree,<BR/>In a cage of gold.”<BR/>Remembered from the 1940’s film ‘The Picture of Dorian Gray’ which was in black & white apart from the metamorphing picture itself which was in startlingly vivid blood-soaked technicolour.<BR/><BR/>“Is anything artistic ever a final version ?” you ask.<BR/>I recall my A Level English teacher, quoting I know not whom, <BR/>“There is no such thing as a finished poem."<BR/><BR/>”Up it to 43”?, you say. Helen Mirren is 20 years older than that!<BR/><BR/>I hope the new readers understand the webdings code. <BR/><BR/>Jill: <BR/>Sorry to have misled you. RG (I think) and myself do not consider that the edges of Rob’s photo want tidying up. Rather the opposite; we think it wants a more ragged treatment.<BR/><BR/>I often used a trug, lined with newspaper, for gathering fungi; one end for poisonous, the other end for edibles, uncertains in the centre. I never wore a floral dress. I am more of a Dr Jekyll.<BR/><BR/>Pleased you were able to give your friend a taste of fresh air. In spite of her limitations and (justifiable) complaints, it sounds as though she is making a good recovery and will soon be home.<BR/><BR/>I care. <BR/>Not to let RG down, I say once more how strongly, crusadingly, I feel that Yorkshire pud should be restricted to beef and sausage dishes only. Anything else is a form of sacrilege apart from the proper Yorkshire way of having it as a starter with onion/beef gravy and as afters with Golden Syrup or Raspberry Vinegar (Sandra’s mother always put the latter on hers with the roast beef).<BR/> <BR/>Anonymousrob: <BR/>Sorry if our comments have confused your artistic sensibilities. I THINK Graham and I were saying the same thing but you are right that in the end the judgment must be yours (in the case of YOUR work) and b******* to the critics. Hope you saved a copy! <BR/><BR/>I have always liked the Sex Pistols’ version of the National Anthem (best since Vic Lewis as observed at Clipstone Welfare, c 1950 - The Johnny Dankworth Seven, with singers Boscoe Holder and 19 years old Cleo Laine, also appeared there) and a few other punk tracks. <BR/>Punk started when we had the pub, so it was heavily featured on the juke box; something which tends to lead to eventual appreciation. But my fondest memories are of Sultans of Swing and Rhinestone Cowboy.<BR/> <BR/>I thought the Cuban fine was pretty reasonable and not altogether inappropriate. <BR/><BR/>Until I discovered that I have a dental appointment on Thur afternoon, I had intended to visit Lidl at Sutton, possibly meeting up for a coffee with Graham. I would have liked also to have visited Elaine’s pub, to meet her before her life changes for ever. <BR/>Alas, I fear the dentist will not put me in a sufficiently comfortable state to make your wedding ‘do’ so, unless you call in for a cuppa within the next few days, I shall never have met you either before you get stitched up like a kipper and transformed into an honest man.<BR/> <BR/>Pleased to hear that I have support in praise of the older woman. But please don’t anyone think that I fancy Princess Di’s grandmother.<BR/><BR/>Stags nicked it again; second in the table for at least a few days!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23282643.post-43114769272450368092008-09-01T09:57:00.000+01:002008-09-01T09:57:00.000+01:00I started a comment, went and put kettle on, came ...I started a comment, went and put kettle on, came back and it's gone.....<BR/><BR/>What I was saying was that the goldcrests are back here, I think it is rather early in the year for them to come down south, but perhaps they know something we don't?<BR/><BR/>The metaphor bit was interesting. I like Stephen Fry, someone I would be like to stuck on the desert island with, he would never run out of interesting information. Other contestants for my desert island are Michael Palin and Bill Oddie.......<BR/><BR/>I can be unsteady on my feet too, especially after sitting down for a couple of hours. I think all I can do is to go slowly and I hang on to whatever/whoever is to hand!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com