A Harrier

A song dedicated to the beautiful North Norfolk coast and to bird watchers everywhere. Ruth and I knocked this up one holiday. The inspiration was the sight of a horse staring over the fence as we drove along; he was obviously counting the cars on the North Norfolk coast road. With apologies to Paul Simon.

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A HARRIER

Give us a cuddle, we’ll have our packed lunches together.

I’ve got some Nescafe here in my flask.

So we bought a pack of Wagon Wheels,

And Mr Kipling’s Cakes,

And walked off to look for a harrier.

 

“Cathy”, I said as we boarded the Hopper in Titchwell,

“Hunstanton seems like a dream to me now.”

It took me three days to hitchhike from Sheringham,

I’ve come to look for a harrier.

 

Laughing on the bus, playing games with the faces-

She said the man in the camouflage hat was a twit.

I said, ‘Be careful, have you seen the size of his camera?’

 

Toss me a Jaffa Cake, I think there’s one in my knapsack.

‘You ate the last one an hour ago’.

So I looked at some Garganey,

She claimed Temmink’s Stint,

And the geese grazed out in an open field.

 

“Cathy I’m lost”, I said, though I knew she was knitting.

“I’m empty inside, I could fancy a pie.”

Counting the cars on the North Norfolk Coast Road

They’ve all come to look for a harrier.

The Pedants Are Revolting

Question: Who led the pedants’ revolt?
Answer: Which Tyler.pedants

I am pedantic about the use and misuse of the English language. I know it, and laugh at myself for it, because I also know that concerns about a lowering of standards in both the written and the spoken word have been voiced ‘since time immoral’. ‘Twas ever thus. Continue reading

“Disabled? Try painting, my new remedy for multiple sclerosis” says Don.

My favourite Margate resident Don Wood adds his name to the list of great artists who have been inspired by the town. (Well, I can think of Turner and Emin, anyway.)
If you need an insight into how MS both restricts and inspires us, Don’s blogs are the place to look. He is always able to put a cheerful slant on anything that would floor the rest of us. Cheers Don!

The Cat Club de Purr-ee

StudioBlend is proud to announce the new single from the Cat Club de Purr-ee.
Entitled Calling All Rabbits, it is a toe-tapping, tail-wagging piece of Tabby-Jazzfolk.

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The Cat Club de Purr-ee  ( l-r: Ringo, Bingo, Yehudi, Bassman)

Ringo, Bingo, Bassman & Yehudi went into the studio last month to record the tune, which was written by StudioBlend’s very own Kevin Adams, and are very pleased with the result.
“We all feel like the cats who got the cream,” says Bingo. “Kevin is such a great writer, and as soon as we heard his demo we knew we had to do it.”
“That’s him on mandolin, by the way,” adds Yehudi. “I could have played that myself, but his original was so hot we had to keep it.”

Of course  we had to ask, why Calling All Rabbits? This is what Kev told us… Continue reading

Dancing About Architecture

“Writing about music is like dancing about architecture.”

I first encountered this aphorism attributed to Elvis Costello. It tickled me. How true, Elvis! (It turns out, wouldn’t you just know it, that the quote has a longer and more complex history. That’s not for now, but you can read about it here, for instance.)

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No, it’s just that the other morning I mentioned it to Ruth as we sat in bed with our morning cup of tea, and we had a bit of a laugh pursuing the idea of, indeed, ‘dancing about architecture’. Here are a few projects we’d pay good money to see: Continue reading

The Mark of Tommy

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To be read out loud; the voice of the Bull Rat something like Ray Winstone advertising online betting.

 

Tommy Cat is mooching homeward in the alley-
Finds his way is darkly barred by something fat.
With his extra special sense of smell
And super-fine night vision
He identifies a bloated old Bull Rat. Continue reading