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For all my fans :-

Aztec Camera – Somewhere In My Heart

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Glad you’re back to regale us with more of your wonderful stories and anecdotes, Langy, and you’re off to a flying start with this one =D>
Though I’m still trying to figure out how you’ve managed to evade recapture thus far :-k

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I loved a monster because I’m sexy and I do what I want. :wink:

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YOUNG GIFTED AND BLACK CROWE BROTHERS IN ARMS OF MARY HAD A LITTLE LAMB (6)

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Then the people of the world would have been denied a glimpse of the lovely Esme. Shocking notion I’m sure you’ll all agree. :P

Seriously, I would have been none the wiser as to the existence of some of the cleverest, kindest and wittiest friends and lovers ever to be encounterd, dallied and romanced with.
Shocking notion I’m sure you’ll all agree. :wink:

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Wasn’t it just heartbreakingly beautiful? And I guess I shouldn’t be so hard on human folks..after all those wonderful firemen revived the little fellow with oxygen and heart massage..may their gods bless them.
I’m like you, Sharon, I would have to be physically knocked out and dragged from the building before I would leave my furbabies and my minnows.

I have a tale to tell of my own little baby’s bravery:
A few years ago, I used to have a habit of sticking an incense stick in the cat’s litter tray (which we kept in the bathroom) after she had finished using it for the night..yeah stupid I know; anyway one night we were woken by the cat running up and down the hallway then jumping on our bed frantically pawing at us. When we went into the hall, the place was full of smoke..the incense stick had set light to the paper litter..melted the tray and set fire to the bathroom..we were choking in the thick black smoke.
Fortunately we had a wee fire extinguisher and hubs soon had the flames out but the smoke was horrendous..we all had to troop out into the garden and sit there until we could gather up the animals and go stay with friends. If it hadn’t been for my precious wee cat, we would undoubtedly have died from the smoke fumes alone.
Nowadays I restrict the incense to a sensible purpose-built holder. Besides which..my current puss would kick me in the fudd if I interfered with her litter..she’s got a wallop like a kangaroo on steroids. :P

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Between them, John and Taupin wrote some phenomenal and iconic pieces..none more so than these from the Yellow Brick Road album..my own copy worn down to buggery..pretty apt considering

Funeral for a Friend/Love Lies Bleeding

The roses in the window box
Have tilted to one side
Everything about this house
Was born to grow and die

Oh it doesn’t seem a year ago
To this very day
You said I’m sorry honey
If I don’t change the pace
I can’t face another day

And love lies bleeding in my hand
Oh it kills me to think of you with another man
I was playing rock and roll and you were just a fan
But my guitar couldn’t hold you
So I split the band
Love lies bleeding in my hands

I wonder if those changes
Have left a scar on you
Like all the burning hoops of fire
That you and I passed through

You’re a bluebird on a telegraph line
I hope you’re happy now
Well if the wind of change comes down your way girl
You’ll make it back somehow

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Love lies bleeding in my hands

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A rolled-up copy of Adam Smith’s ‘The Wealth Of Nations’ featuring a colour supplement showing..

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ENTITLED

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Christmases were always memorable, but I tended to ruin them for myself, by hunting down my presents in advance of the big day and playing with them..so that on the day itself my face would be tripping me. I vividly remember the year I found my Mary Makeup doll and by bro’s Thunderbirds outfit. I made him put it on and play in it every night for a week beforehand so we could BOTH have faces like skelped bums on Christmas day.
Another tradition, was the walloping round the chops with each other’s sockful of tangerines and sweeties..jumping on and off the beds and shrieking with every successful hit, whilst our sister pulled the duvet over her head, determined to ignore Christmas altogether.
There were the inumerable Chrimbo f**k-ups too, such as the time the turkey was too big to go in the oven, or the year that I went on a diet (I was 17 and stupid) and feeling sorry for myself..ate a can of cold baked beans from the tin and a bite out of a mars bar for Christmas lunch..whilst the rest of the family swanned off to a four course dinner at a top notch hotel.
My self-pitying smugness lasted me through till the following Christmas I’m certain. :wink:

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