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‘Tain’t funny! :evil:
Who cares? I mean..honestly..what is she to you..family..friend..inspiration?
I think not. Get over it, people.I was born into a family of inspirational people..my Father was the bravest man I ever knew..he was booted out of the RAF at the start of WW2 when they discovered he was only sixteen. Undaunted he ended up serving throughout the war as a chief engineer in the Merchant Navy, escorting warships and dodging u-boats in treacherous seas like the north-atlantic.
He spent six months in a hospital in Calcutta, fighting TB, a disease which was later to kill his young wife back home in Scotland, leaving my dad with a baby daughter to raise..the daughter who would later break his..and all of our..hearts when she disappeared under sinister circumstances many years later.
Dad had the strength of a pride of lions, despite ongoing health problems that would have demoralised Goliath. Tall, handsome, dark and dashing..he was the envy of all of my friends with his gracious charm and sparkling (sometimes savage) wit. I remember when my pal Anne said to mum one day “You got a good catch there!” and mum was flabbergasted..whether at Anne’s cheek or perspicacity I was never sure.
First and foremost, my father was a gentleman, one of my earliest memories is of being on a Glasgow bus with the family, when a violent drunk started cursing, and dad told him to shut up as there were ladies and children present..and with dad’s imposing presence towering over him..the man not only shut up, but got off the bus pronto.
I also have my father to thank for my love of classical music, poetry, ballet and theatre. Dad was quite the bohemian when he left the navy (My bro has a photograph of him with his black hair long, and swept back and a superb moustache) he was a brilliant clarinettist and later when he met my mother, the two of them were prominent figures amongst the poetry circuits thriving in Glasgow. Dad was also a tremendous political activist and I think he later regretted his decision not to stand for MP as invited, when my mother begged him not to. He was a brilliant orator and wiped all opponents clear from his path..including the rebellious, argumentative teenage me. Mum was always saying “You’re your father’s daughter alright.” when I faced off for the umpteenth time regardless.
There were a million zillion facets to my father’s character and as many achievements..he went on to become a leader in his field, and when lung cancer finally cut him down (a legacy of his TB scarred lungs..and..okay maybe his 80 a day ciggie habit) his only thoughts were for us and none for himself. An aethiest all his life, dad didn’t recant on dying, there was no weeping, no anger, no calling to a false god just in case. He died with the strength, honesty and dignity with which he had been born, and with which he had played out his span.
I just wish I had appreciated all of the above, when dad was here for me to tell him.
EON?
One of my favourite bands..the stupendous Canadian punks..BILLY TALENT..with..
Well I tripped, I fell down naked
Well I scratched my knees, they bled
Sew up my eyes, need no more
In our game there is no scoreForgive me father, why should you bother?
Try honesty, Try honesty
Hop in your dumptruck, reverse for good luck
Ride over me, Ride over me
Take on the whole world, fight with the young girls
Die tragedy, Die tragedy
Call me a cheapskate, come on for pete’s sake
Cry Agony, Cry agonyI’m insane, it’s your fault, so sly
Your well of lies ran dry
And I cut the cord, free fall
From so high we seem so small’Forgive me father, why should you bother?
Try honesty, Try honesty
Hop in your dumptruck, reverse for good luck
Ride over me, Ride over me
Take on the whole world, fight with the young girls
Die tragedy, Die tragedy
Call me a cheapskate, come on for pete’s sake
Cry Agony, Cry AgonyI talk to you
I’m insane, it’s your fault
Try
I’m insane, it’s your fault
Cry
I’m insane, it’s your fault
CryForgive me father, why should you bother now?
Forgive me father, why should you bother now?Forgive me father, why should you bother?
Try honesty, Try honesty
Hop in your dumptruck, reverse for good luck
Ride over me, Ride over me
Take on the whole world, fight with the young girls
Die tragedy, Die Tragedy
Call me a cheapskate, come on for pete’s sake
Cry Agony, Cry AgonyCry Agony, Cry Agony
Try honesty, Try Honesty
Cry Agony, Cry AgonyI can’t bear to open that up^^^ Batty. I have a very sensitive pus/sy.
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@esmeralda wrote:
@rubyred wrote:
Rabetta Shut yer geggy and stop hogging this thread :)
I once heard a woman shout ” pocohontas mcgreegor come here ,Right now “..
class. !
I knew her wee cousin..Pocosweeties McSporran :P
I wasnae joking BTW but !
Im sure it was the McSporrans that adopted morag proclaimer actually. IF they have changed her name i will be affronted. ! The peavey Amp and the Leslie cabinets we swapped her for were blew up yon night you started yon fire.. *shudders* ..
Nobody warned me not to light the flaming-sambucas next to the paraffin heater. But ye have to admit that the pyrotechnics were out of this world..as unfortunatlely was wee Morag Proclaimer’s pet chinchilla when his fluffy erse trajectoried across the hedge like a roman candle. :oops:
If music be the food of love, play on;
Give me excess of it, that, surfeiting,
The appetite may sicken, and so die.
Twelfth Night. ACT I Scene 1.Some are born great, some achieve greatness,
and some have greatness thrust upon ’em.
Twelfth Night. ACT II Scene 5.If this were played upon a stage now,
I could condemn it as an improbable fiction.
Twelfth Night. ACT III Scene 4.Thus the whirligig of time brings in his revenges.
Twelfth Night. ACT V Scene 1.Tragic Fragment
All devil as I am-a damned wretch,
A hardened, stubborn, unrepenting villain,
Still my heart melts at human wretchedness;
And with sincere but unavailing sighs
I view the helpless children of distress:
With tears indignant I behold the oppressor
Rejoicing in the honest man’s destruction,
Whose unsubmitting heart was all his crime. –
Ev’n you, ye hapless crew! I pity you;
Ye, whom the seeming good think sin to pity;
Ye poor, despised, abandoned vagabonds,
Whom Vice, as usual, has turn’d o’er to ruin.
Oh! but for friends and interposing Heaven,
I had been driven forth like you forlorn,
The most detested, worthless wretch among you!
O injured God! Thy goodness has endow’d me
With talents passing most of my compeers,
Which I in just proportion have abused-
As far surpassing other common villains
As Thou in natural parts has given me more.
