Good Lord,b
Same thought mere moments apart
.....fools seldom differ and whatnot
Fire Brigade's advice to stay put during the Grenfell fire ran counter to basic common sense - which it obviously did.
Will Labour set fire to another block of flats during this election campaign, I wonder? After all, it worked well for them last time.
Good Lord,b
Same thought mere moments apart
.....fools seldom differ and whatnot
I get quite nostalgic when I hear of the Grenfell Tower fire. Which isn't something many people can say.
I was driving home from Cornwall. it was a beautiful day, traffic conditions were fine, the road was dry, I was listening to 'Frenchman's Creek' and planning a barbecue for the evening. What a delightful day it was. :sigh:
It really didn't penetrate my consciousness - I heard about it on the news but my mind and heart were so filled with the dashing Jean-Benoit and the beastliness of Rockingham that I simply couldn't process grubby current affairs.
No. You may keep your Russians. As novelists go, there is no one to touch Daphne.
'Seems that I was busy doing something close to nothing
But different than the day before'
'Met a dwarf that was no good, dressed like Little Red Riding Hood'
'Now you're unemployed, all non-void
Walkin' round like you're Pretty Boy Floyd'
She's underrated and out of fashion, certainly. However, I think you may be overstating matters somewhat.
On another note, your nostalgic memory sounded like a very English, middle-aged version of the first verse of Tom Petty's 'Running Down A Dream'.
Tom Petty - now there's underrated.
That's a decent call, actually.
I've always found Tom Petty a little bit like greg mitchell's description of lesbian porn; like Wiltord, it goes round and round in circles and nothing really happens. I always want Tom's song to get on with it and do something!
Meanwhile, I was picturing myself more in a Jungleland scenario.
The Rangers had a homecoming in Harlem late last night
And the Magic Rat drove his sleek machine
Over the Jersey state line
Barefoot girl sitting on the hood of a Dodge
Drinking warm beer in the soft summer rain
The Rat pulls into town rolls up his pants
Together they take a stab at romance
And disappear down Flamingo Lane