Yes Solo, I remember that album well.
Listening to Isao Tomita again got me thinking how each generation views new kinds of music.
I can jump back and forth with most types music enjoying them for what they sounded like regardless of when it was made or who by, but I can still hear " why can’t you listen to something nice like that Rosemary Clooney (George Clooneys aunt) or Perry Como" whenever I played my new records. :shock:
There was no appreciation at all for Eddie Cochran and Buddy Holly so poor old Let there be drums or Telstar stood no chance of an appreciative nod. Wincing at every note we tried to introduce we were then declared tone deaf by our croon loving elders and that was that. 
Mind you I am as guilty when it comes to rap. 
I was a great fan of Buddy Holly’s, what a pity he died so young, even so he produced many great songs in such a short space of time.
I like most music but I could never take to Rap either.
Of course when it comes to real music I am lost amongst you connoisseurs.
Music can bring joy and sometimes sorrow as one associates it with a particular loved one who has passed on.
This wonderful piece below always makes me happy as I remember my dear old Uncle Dave singing it to me as he bounced me up and down on his lap every Saturday night when he came home tight. 
He had it down to perfection, every Ying had to ting and every Tong had to bong in perfect precision, not a lot of people can do that with this piece, try to imagine the great Maria Callas at the Albert Hall singing it, i’m sure even she would struggle getting her golden throttle around this one.
The “Special effects” of door slamming and board stamping are years ahead of the time it was recorded, in 1977 the Honeycombs copied the board banging for their song “Have I the right to hold you”
Feast your ears on this then.;-)
LOL Jem what a good memory you have…mind you if I had been bounced to that I doubt if I would have forgotten either.:-D:-D:-D
Somethings just make you laugh out loud for there sheer absurdity don’t they 
Talking about laughing at the absurd, I sometimes get into trouble about the things I laugh at, especially in todays politically correct society. Here’s an example that only happened this morning.
The wife’s 35 year old niece was here earlier, a lovely girl but she worries far too much. She’s not married although she’s in a relationship with a chap from London who works in a bank here, lots of folks from London working in banks here lately. Anyway I’m drifting again so I’ll get back to the point I’m trying to make, over serious people, or “stiff heads” as they are sometimes called.
She’s just got back from a two weeks holiday in France with her girlfriend, it seems the pair of them were sunbathing topless and a wasp stung her on the right breast, when she mentioned this at the table I spluttered and spilt me coffee all over me shirt, I couldn’t help laughing, she was disgusted saying it was no laughing matter and that it was still very sore, I said, jokingly of course, anyway I didn’t want to hear about her breasts in the first place, especially while I was eating, she brought the subject up, “Well it serves ya right you shameless little hussy, anyway it’s far from your arse so yeh won’t sit on it”. Then she folds her arms like a school mistress and says in her poshest accent “Do you know what Uncle Jimmy?, your lack of seriousness never ceases to amaze me!”
So there you have it, it would seem a “Lack of seriousness” is some sort of crime these days, Christ almighty, there is far too much seriousness in the world already, and I am only serious when I have to be serious, I’ve always been of an easy disposition and it has helped keep me sane cheerful and healthy all these years, over serious people end up as cranky old prunes, life’s a one way trip so do your best to enjoy the ride, that’s how I see it.;-)
Long may there be a “Lack of seriousness” in this thread.
No lack of agreeing with you on that one.
There is a way in avoiding serious matters, achievable with minimum effort, but no matter how you say “Shurrup”, when seriousness arises it always comes across as rather rude to some. Can’t think why as it’s direct and to the point. No shillyshalling about with that one is there.
However as there are now so many things that are seen as serious they have become laughable… so problem solved and no discussion or shurups needed. End off .
Now wasp stings are seriously funny though not in a nasty way I hasten to add…but in the way of ‘reactions’. First you have the blodcurdling shriek and the dance of death, which usually results in less than sympathtic laughter. Then the inevitable swelling in the area where the wasp imparted his annoyance and again sympathy comes second as viewing usually can’t be done without some unconstrained eye watering mirth and lastly …the telling.and retelling of the gruesome experience usually embellished for effect though Lord knows why as those that have been stung have surely been embelished enough.
Now you can see why I like worms. Worms don’t bother anyone and you know their not serious by the way they wriggle out of things. 
Sunday thought…Try not to think of these the next time you are enjoying that Ravioli 
That’s done it for me now, no more Ray and chips.
Funny enough I was watching one of the old Frankenstein films from the thirties on the projector last night, the screen covers the whole front window and it was like being in a cinema with the surround sound on, very enjoyable and herself enjoyed it too, It has been quite a few years since I watched these Frankenstein films, I have a set of five films including Son of Frankenstein and House of Frankenstein, they are all digitally remastered and you’d swear they were filmed yesterday, so crisp and clear in eye relaxing black and white.
The one we watched last night was Bride of Frankenstein, probably the best of them, it was made after the enormous success of the first one simple called “Frankenstein”, some critics, including that man of vast historical old film knowledge, Bod Monkhouse (R.I.P), say “Bride of Frankenstein” was the best ever sequel to any film ever made.
Elsa Lanchester plays Mary Shelley who introduces the story, she also plays the Bride. As I watched her talking on the big screen I noticed for the first time that she had a prominent dimple on her chin, the picture below shows it in full bloom, most unusual for a woman, how come loads of men have chin dimples and very few women have?, same with the Adams Apple, women haven’t got any, plenty of pairs, but no apples.
Who remembers this oldie, a very big hit in it’s day?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=/lpp3HxLd2_o
https://i.postimg.cc/cJh4xqh4/itw-elanchester-elsa-copy.png
I remember that Kirk Douglas, Robert Mitchum, Cary Grant had dimples…does that count :-D:-D:-D
Not a big fan of scary movies especially B/W ones as they seem to have more more horror impact than the colour ones…I don’t understand why but they do. 
The one B/W film that always sticks in my mind for being just a bit too realistic and far more terrifying than some poor wreck all bandaged up so as to hold his spare parts in place was The Third Man. Very creepy.
They say films have no influence…well that one gave me a good excuse to visit Vienna and walk those cobbled streets which are indeed very spooky at night, go to the Prata and ride the Wheel, run up and down the flight of steps by the Church of Maria am Gestadeand and walk down the Avenue at Zentral Friedhof. I did however draw the line at going into the sewer under Karlsplatz as you never quite lost that feeling that you were being followed.:shock:
Not wanting to scare any sensitive souls who like me jumps at any one lurking in doorways I will let Barbara explain more up to dately wot its all about and once she has finished plucking she gets down to explaining why good old Harry done wot he done.
Has anyone ever been TGTBT?
TGTBT
I tried and failed…My Mother used to sigh deeply muttering “I knew you staying out of trouble was too good to be true” before giving me a clout. 
You know the worst thing about having a Receding hair line is solo, you don’t get to go to the Edinburgh Fringe Festival.
TGTBT? I still haven’t managed to master these internet terms.
But I’ve been to Tom Gibbons Tavern BallybriT several times Spitty, nice pint of Guinness to be had there, very friendly staff too. Ballybrit, home of the Galway Races.
Edinburgh Fringe festival how are yeh, who do you think you are, Quiff Richard?:-)
Ah The Third Man, what a classic.
Orson Welles served his acting apprenticeship at the Gate Theatre here in Dublin under the guidance of Micheal MacLiammoir and Hilton Edwards who founded the Gate, both of whom were gay and lived together when it was a dangerous time for gays.
I heard a story from a chap who worked at the Gate during Welles time there, it seems that when Edwards and MacLiammoir were together in a dressing room one evening a visitor called to see MacLiammoir, he asked Welles was he available to which Wells replied, “Not at the moment sir, he’s up to his Hilton Edwards”
https://i.postimg.cc/QNgZpwVJ/At-the-Gate.jpg
Edwards & MacLiammoir.
One never learns does one, just like last year, we paid £20.00 to park on a farm field adjacent to the runway at Fairford Gloucestershire yesterday. we did the same last year but, despite the great financial savings and superb views, we found out last time, we would be surrounded by folks just wanting a party in the park.
Well this year was worse than ever, to start with we were impressed by the amount of space left at the drivers side of my sons car, but, within two minutes, it became obvious that the car next to us was in convoy with the car next to them, and the space was soon filled up with chairs and cool boxes etc, so much that my son had no easy access to get into his car.
To compound the issue, it soon became apparent that there were 3 nippers in the party, and out came the football, which within a minute struck my son on the leg, four minutes or so later, my son had to outstretch his arm to protect the bonnet of his new car and spilt some hot tea in his lap, little Theo, got a mild clip round the ear from his father for that.
We decided to leave early and as usual, I had to walk in front of my sons car, like a chief mourner at a funeral to remove people and assorted camping paraphernalia blocking the access road, so, next year its back to the old way, folding bikes in car, park a couple of miles away, fold up chairs, rucksacks with cameras, provisions in etc, find a quiet field entrance and save £20.00.
Forgot to mention the Frisby dodging.
Quiff Richards…didn’t see that one coming Jem :-D:-D:-D
Twenty quid to be a captive audience…someone, somewhere knows a thing or two on how to rake it in…but the thought of you doing a cortege crawl does bring on a smile Spitty.
Take heart though here is some flying news… these chaps plan to fly aroiund the world in their renovated Spitfire in a couple of weeks time. Wonder if, where they land will charge as much as Fairford to see this flying icon
Be interesting to follow their progress
Sorry to hear your enjoyment at Fairford was cut short Spitty.
It does no harm to say a little prayer before one sets out on these trips, forget about St. Christopher, he’s only for the long haul, if you want things to work out for the best when travelling nationally say a little prayer to the patron saint of campers…Pope Pious the tent.:-)
I wish them well in the Spitfire. The spitfire was always my favourite plane, and millions of others favourite too I’d say, beautiful design and very effective in aerial combat.
I had a thread up here several years back complaining about the lousy design of modern spaceships, heaps of junk, what ever happened to the spaceships of the 50’s? Flash Gordon’s ship was slick shiny and smooth, even the starship enterprise had elegance of design. I think “Star Wars” was responsible for introducing the junk spaceships, but then again anything to do with war is ugly. Now we have flying junkyards barging their way through the universe, well as the wife said it’s one way of getting some of our junk off the earth.
Good advice on the prayer front.
I’ve been out for an hour today recreating Sundays ambience, it was a nice hour in the Park.
One thing I did notice on Sunday, during a plethora of fast jets above, most kids and folks carried on about their business, when the Battle of Britain Memorial Flight went through, everyone stopped and looked skywards, and took photos, good to see respect in action.
Always good to see respect shown. Always the same when these vintage planes go over. The roar of some of those old engines is absolutely heart stopping.
Looks like a few rockets went off at the Boars head last night what with Shane Lowry singing and celebrating. Love the Guinness in the Claret Cup trophy …how good is that. Well done him.
That’s the way to do it Shane, well done. I was never into golf but good luck to those who love it, I hear it’s a very addictive sport, Walking with balls my dad used to call golf.
The things we do for love, well the things we used to do for love when we were young and adventurous. We say things like “I would swim the seven seas for you darling” and “I would climb the highest mountain for you dearest”. That all sounds great in songs and in romantic films, wrapped in a passionate embrace one would promise the sun moon and stars if one thought it improved ones chances of getting a bit of how’s yer father, but when push comes to shove in real life it takes a sound man to stand his ground and actually do the deed.
One such man was my mate Mick O’Toole (lord rest his soul). When he was in his early twenties he was mad about this girl from Ballyfermot (Spitty knows where that is ;-))
One night he was in such a state of passion that he said he would do anything she asked him to do just to prove how much he loved her, and she took him up on it.
The coming Saturday was Patricks Day and she asked him to join in at the tail end of the parade naked, not a stitch to cover him, naked as the day he was born. Mick did what she asked, stripped off in the street with his younger brother holding his kit, he was quickly arrested, bundled off in a black Maria and jailed for a week. These were the days before streakers and the burly coppers in Dublin took no messing about.
When he was released she was the first person he went to see, but instead of her flinging her arms around him and hailing him as her hero, she told him that it was all off, she didn’t want anything to do with a “Jailbird”, she promptly hitched up with another idiot and that was the end of Mick’s love of a lifetime.
True tale that.