Saturday, March 15, 2014

billy bennett ... my role model for 2014






















https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mKhcQmIiJys


... and here are the words for you to learn by heart before you go to the pub


SHE WAS POOR, BUT SHE WAS HONEST
(aka IT'S THE SAME THE WHOLE WORLD OVER)
(Traditional - English Music Hall)

Billy Bennett - 1930

She was poor, but she was honest
Though she came from 'umble stock
And an honest heart was beating
Underneath her tattered frock

'Eedless of 'er Mother's warning
Up to London she 'ad gone
Yearning for the bright lights gleaming
'Eedless of temp-ta-shy-on

But the rich man saw her beauty
She knew not his base design
And he took her to a hotel
And bought her a small port wine

Then the rich man took 'er ridin'
Wrecker of poor women's souls
But the Devil was the chauffeur
As she rode in his Royce Rolls

In the rich man's arms she fluttered
Like a bird with a broken wing
But he loved 'er and he left 'er
Now she hasn't got no ring

It's the same the whole world over
It's the poor what gets the blame
It's the rich what gets the pleasure
Ain't it all a bloomin' shame?

Time has flown, outcast and helpless
In the street she stands and says
While the snowflakes fall around 'er
"Won't you buy my bootlaces?"

See him riding in a carriage
Past the gutter where she stands
He has made a stylish marriage
While she wrings her ringless hands

See him there at the theatre
In the front row with the best
While the girl that he has ruined
Entertains a sordid guest

See 'er on the bridge at midnight
She says "Farewell, blighted love"
There's a scream, a splash......Good 'eavens!
What is she a-doing of?

So they dragged 'er from the river
Water from 'er clothes they wrung
They all thought that she was drownded
But the corpse got up and sung

It's the same the whole world over
It's the poor what gets the blame
It's the rich what gets the pleasure
Ain't it all a bloomin' shame?


and my favourite ...



DON'T SEND MY BOY TO PRISON  performed by Billy Bennett (Almost a Gentleman)

The snow was falling 'orrid, the 'earth and 'ome was cold
To save his starving family, the sticks 'ad all bin sold
And when his poor old mother, she was a-stricken ill
He yielded to temptation, and, he rifled of the till.

Chorus: Don't send my boy to prison
It's the first crime wot he's done
'Six months.' replied his Lordship
'Oh Gawd 'elp my h'erring son.'

It was a simple h'action, to sneak another's wealth
But then 'e only done it, to save his family's 'ealth
Oh shed the tear of pity or quell an angry word
'E never knowed no better, Nor, voice of conscience served.

Chorus:

They shoved the irons across 'im, a-coming through the door
Says he, "I only done it because I was so poor"
The h'officer all a-trembling, he wipes away a tear
Says he, "I knows my duty, And, no more I mustn't hear."

Chorus:

The judge looks on in h'anger, and the prisoner hung his head
And then his poor old mother wot was with him upped and said,
"Don't send my boy to prison, It's the first crime wot he's done."
"Six months." replied his Lordship, "Oh, Gawd 'elp my h'erring son."

Chorus:

They takes 'im from the dock then, and carts 'im from the court
Not caring how his mother her poor home can now support
Thank God there's them in Marylebone who'll comfort her poor heart
And see her through her troubles, till they needs no more to part.


Chorus:






Deus, qui nos in tantis periculis constitutos, pro humana scis fragilitate non posse subsistere: da nobis salutem mentis et corporis ut ea quae pro peccatis nostris patimur, te adjuvante, vincamus. Per Dominum ... O God, who knowest that through human frailty, we are not able to subsist amidst such great dangers, grant us health of soul and body, that whatsoever things we suffer because of our sins, we may overcome them by thine assistance


it has been one of those mind-numbing weeks when letters go unfinished ...


Monday, February 17, 2014

notes on how to watch television from the other room ...























in mid-week, the loved one likes to catch up with the popular television drama, "call the midwife"

she watches it whilst curled up on the sofa with her laptop and just when i'm creeping off to bed in preparation for an early alarum

i find there is almost always an opportunity before i sleep to pretend to share her fascination by calling out, "is someone in labour ?" in an anxious sort of tone at the appropriate moment

i hope it doesn't annoy her

an unexpected almost-nearly-juxtaposition last week in lyme regis ... flags on the stern of a beached fishing boat beside the harbour, the sticker perhaps only a hundred yards away on marine parade






































http://antifalausitz.sytes.net/

Sunday, February 16, 2014

yayoi kusama









































































http://www.davidzwirner.com/artists/yayoi-kusama/survey-selected-works/image/page/35/

http://www.victoria-miro.com/artists/_31/

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yayoi_Kusama

Saturday, February 15, 2014

roy hewish aged 85 rampaging in the welsh mountains


alvi and his new torch ( part ii )


the opening paragraph of james stephens' crock of gold ...













IN the centre of the pine wood called Coilla Doraca there lived not long ago two Philosophers. They were wiser than anything else in the world except the Salmon who lies in the pool of Glyn Cagny into which the nuts of knowledge fall from the hazel bush on its bank. He, of course, is the most profound of living creatures, but the two Philosophers are next to him in wisdom. Their faces looked as though they were made of parchment, there was ink under their nails, and every difficulty that was submitted to them, even by women, they were able to instantly resolve. The Grey Woman of Dun Gortin and the Thin Woman of Inis Magrath asked them the three questions which nobody had ever been able to answer, and they were able to answer them. That was how they obtained the enmity of these two women which is more valuable than the friendship of angels. The Grey Woman and the Thin Woman were so incensed at being answered that they married the two Philosophers in order to be able to pinch them in bed, but the skins of the Philosophers were so thick that they did not know they were being pinched. They repaid the fury of the women with such tender affection that these vicious creatures almost expired of chagrin, and once, in a very ecstasy of exasperation, after having been kissed by their husbands, they uttered the fourteen hundred maledictions which comprised their wisdom, and these were learned by the Philosophers who thus became even wiser than before.

friends in high places ( part ii )


















Monday, February 10, 2014

i can still spot a mermaid at two hundred paces ... an optician's sign at lyme regis























... although it doesn't say so, most likely painted by linzi ...

http://www.mermaid-at-the-tudor.com/

http://www.linziwest.co.uk/illustrations.html