I bought one of these bandana headphones for listening to audio books in bed, they are good because one can lie on ons’s side without the uncomfortableness of headphones, and those pesky little ear plug things are so ear sweating and feel like one has a gobstopper in ones ear. I am very pleased with my bandana phones I have to say.
I believe they have them built into wigs now, a bald man/woman can buy one of any colour/style and place it on the head, no wiring shows, the wiring is very narrow and laid under the canvas lining of the rug, and the speakers are located in the ‘hair’ just beside the ear, batteries last for eight hours after a full charge. Think of the joy you will have on Christmas day, you can listen to all your favourite music and block out the usual family noises, kids banging drums and blowing bugles, stupid parlour games Aunt Hilda’s party piece etc.,
It’s made by the Japanese Company “Ba”, a good name and gaining in popularity, a nice present for someone who wants to get away from it all but go nowhere this Christmas, it’s called “The Ba Hum-Rug”
Listen baby, ain’t no mountain high
Ain’t no valley low, ain’t no river wide enough baby
If you need me call me no matter where you are
No matter how far don’t worry baby
Just call my name I’ll be there in a hurry
You don’t have to worry
'Cause baby there ain’t no mountain high enough
Ain’t no valley low enough
Ain’t no river wide enough
To keep me from getting to you babe
Remember the day I set you free
I told you you could always count on me darling
From that day on, I made a vow
I’ll be there when you want me
Some way, some how
'Cause baby there ain’t no mountain high enough
Ain’t no valley low enough
Ain’t no river wide enough
To keep me from getting to you babe
Oh no darling
No wind, no rain
Or winters cold can stop me baby, na na baby
'Cause you are my goal
If you’re ever in trouble
I’ll be there on the double
Just send for me, oh baby, ha
My love is alive
Way down in my heart
Although we are miles apart
If you ever need a helping hand
I’ll be there on the double
Just as fast as I can
Don’t you know that there
Ain’t no mountain high enough
Ain’t no valley low enough
Ain’t no river wide enough
To keep me from getting to you babe
Don’tcha know that there
Ain’t no mountain high enough
Ain’t no valley low enough
Ain’t no river wide enough
Ain’t mountain high enough
Ain’t no valley low enough
Songwriters: Nickolas Ashford / Valerie Simpson
most people who visit HK only see the mountains of concrete ; the ‘concrete jungle’ - but there are thousands of hectares of rural countryside and for a boy with an insatiable urge to explore we were about to to that - the 2.2 family structure. The photos are long gone in the mish mash of the clashes and renderings of families dividing!
However I digress - trust me to take on the biggest first ; Tai Mo Shan - everybody said you must climb Tai Mo Shan - however what they actually meant was drive up the mountain which was a total excitement itself in a beat up old MM for the first 3/4 of its ascent and then walk the rest.
I took this photo 39 yrs ago and they still send me Xmas cards!!
it was an exciting climb and a bit scary because I didn’t know if we would make it but slowly slowy we did. Parked the car and started to explore the countryside up there. we found other small lanes and a rock pool which we bathed in until my daughter spotted a black snake swimming with us - god did we fly out of that pool! there was also a catholic mini nunnery up there which didn’t encourage too many visitors but if you’d had a reference and were catholic you were in - cup of tea and a stale biscuit!
The mountains of HK are all part of various ‘national parks’ for the enjoyment of the 6 million popn and there were barbecue sites where you could do your cooking. Coming down was just as scary!!
You are so right there Gummy, most folks including me always think of Hong Kong as an overcrowded concrete jungle, I was surprised when I googled mountains in Hong Kong and seen the wonderful scenery around the city.
That back snake swimming alongside you was an omen of some kind, probably the devil, they say he follows us sinners around, had that been me I would have sought out a priest in the nunnery and made a good confession, just in case I fell off the mountain further up.
You may well be right there Spitty, my missus loves her mug of tea, it’s so big you could mix sand and cement in it, not a bit ladylike at all, of course when we have visitors it’s out with the best crockery and the linen tablecloth, but the mug is good enough when there’s only me there.
I only drink coffee and the son bought me a coffee mug like this one a few years ago, I call it my Ronnie Kray mug.
I would never have copped that in a million years RJ, never had an eye for mathematical figures, now if they had big bazooms on them as W.C.Fields used to call them, I’d have noticed it. ;-)
