It has been about 3 months since I decided to stay off this blog and try and bring some other writing projects to conclusions (finish or abandon).
I think it’s working but I have neither finished nor abandoned any of the 7 “projects” I had ongoing.
Another 3 months should begin to generate some clarity.
I am taking a break to try and finish some writing. But it’s slow going and I need a break from my break.
Nonsense verse always rejuvenates.
Trying to write nonsense is not as easy it might seem.
And there are many kinds of nonsense. But nonsense verse must be read aloud.
Cheese and ham
Once the mouse had got his spoon
The cat then stole his ham and peas.
The cow jumped over the waxing moon
If only it wasn’t made of cheese.
Maun thum kun
Maun thum kun lanti brangin frau
Klum framking, framking, panto prang
Tagarn hartino balarmun klau,
Stum ginto, thinto, fanto thrang
Writing my book(s) is making progress (again) and this blog will have to play second fiddle for a while.
I started this blog on 16th April 2010 and have just reached 4,000 posts.
That’s 3,344 days and I am still ahead of my initial objective of writing a post a day.
It started off as a way of taking a break from other writing. I have never had any particular audience in mind and it has proved to be very effective therapy against “writers block”. Inevitably posts have been about any subject that happened to be uppermost in my mind at the time.
I have no aspirations to be educational or inspirational or of influencing others. I suppose – as with most writings – I keep posting to satisfy myself.
History is pre-me and is the diffuse period before I was born.
Ancient history is the misty past before my father was born.
The good old days lasted all the time I was dependent upon someone else.
Modern times covers my working life.
And the devolution of mankind started when I “retired” and the world has been going downhill ever since.
Apart from in June and July, it would seem that New Year is celebrated somewhere in every month of the year.
A modern politician’s priorities:
Other parties’ voters do not enter the picture.
Fertility drops when you can’t tell the boys from the girls.
This is now as politically incorrect as it is possible to be.
Still true though.
“Flirting is jolly, it’s folly, but fun”
I must have first heard this in the 1960s and it was probably the Richard Tauber version I heard on radio. It is still as enjoyable now as it was then. (The second verse has not quite the meaning it once had).
GIRLS WERE MADE TO LOVE AND KISS
From the Operetta “Paganini” (1925) (Franz Lehár)
(Original libretto by Paul Knepler & Béla Jenbach)
(English adaptations by A.P. Herbert & Harry Dexter (1937),
and by David Kram & Dennis Olsen)
As recorded by Richard Tauber:
Girls were made to love and kiss
And who am I to interfere with this?
Is it well? Who can tell?
But I know the good Lord made it so
Am I ashamed to follow nature’s way?
Shall I be blamed if God has made me gay?
Does it pay? Who can say?
I’m a man and kiss her when I can
Yet I have suffered in love’s great deeps
I know the passion that never sleeps
I know the longing and wronging of hearts
The hope that flatters and shatters and smarts
I suffer still but I sleep at nights
Man cannot always be on the heights
And when our aching and breaking is done
Flirting is jolly, it’s folly, but fun
Girls were made to love and kiss
And who am I to interfere with this?
Does it pay? Who can say?
I’m a man and kiss her when I can
