I miss many, particularly the disaffected folk, Jem is well rounded, well, in literary terms, so RJ, I’m sure the feeling will be reciprocated.
I have a location nightmare, but, it will be kept behind closed doors, suffice to say, it may be in part, responsible for current behaviour.
if I ever chose to return to UK, which is highly unlikely save a large lottery win, I would chose rural ‘backwaters’ where old empire still exists. The Scottish Isles, Devon, Cornwall, remote Yorkshire dales, Isle of Wight etc etc. Stick to the outer not the inner and all peace will remain. I was born in a city and have lived in various cities around the world - they are not real living - they are concrete jungles were crime is common. RIP
Jem who?
it’s Jemhu - the name of a rock band with a Jem of a diamond singer on board. sings with an Irish lilt!
other members of the band are Spittie the bass guitarist; Pugnacious the lead guitarist and RJ on flugle horn and drums!
who manages them? - well I do try but they are in fact unmanageable !
Unmanageable indeed, but what a towering ensemble grouped together thus.
I am not very hands on musical, prefer to listen. In a former life in Rome 450.BC my station was in the Emperor Valentinian 3rd courtyard & I had to play an arrival greeting on the Flugelhorn, called in those days Cornu or Buccina .
The drums were made partly from animal hide which I began to find an irritant, thanks to the minute particles of skin released into the air.
I had all my own teeth then & was known as Vivian, or just Smiler. I fell off a cliff edge practising the Luna Perambulate.
I re emerged in the Victorian period as the English equivalent of Baron Munchhausen, known as uncle Vivian in our family, what yarns he could tell, what a guy.
I don’t see our Gumbud here?
I have been known to play the clarinet and saxophone in early days!
however my favorite instrument to listen to is the flugelhorn - so sad and haunting
managerial role to impudent musicians!
Of course, silly moi.
tell us a yarn Uncle Vivian - what about the time you chugged your way up the Amazon with that retrobate Tristan Jones and attended the great opera in the forest - I believe you were into rubber in a big way then weren’t you?
Uncanny I call it Gumbud. One of my heroes was the eccentric traveller/artist/plant collector known as Margaret Mee. Meg travelled the length & breadth of the Amazon Basin in the 1950’s in search of the legendary moonflower which the Kreenakrori tribe (recently discovered) claimed lived for 100 years before flowering one night only and then dying. Just for good measure the plant then gives of a gut wrenching bloodcurdling scream, rather like the mandrake plant when pulled from the ground.
To cut a long story short, she finally found the plant, painted it & returned to England, where very soon afterwards she was run over by a number 9 bus.
david attenborough demonstrated that one I think on one of his travels - around the London gardens [indoors]
I did enjoy Bill Baileys travel doco through the Borneo jungles on the trail of Wallace who preceded Darwin but was pipped to the post by him with the evolution theory.
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/culture/tvandradio/10006876/Bill-Baileys-Jungle-Hero-ITV-review.html
heh RJ you could do some series for us like Uncle Vivian shoots the Rapids in New Guinea eg
Was it a Leyland Olympian?
I thought a LEYLAND was a fast growing tree, not a fast rowing spree?
Gummy old boy. To write any more about Uncle Vivian, i would have to resort to making it all up.
Would that be a Leylandlie.
I knew no good would come of the liaison between the Monterey & Nootka Cypresses.
You could say that they have made their bed & now must lie upon it.No hedging about.
It is amazing that, in the wrong setting, the Cypress has such capacity to depress.
Or SUPPRESS