Feb 2019

So, here I am, not in the middle of the Atlantic, but in the middle of the Midlands, in the middle country on the (most) maps. I'm not watching the sea undulating like a sheet being shaken out, but I am pegging stuff to the washing line now and then. If only it wouldn't rain every time I did that. No, that's not true. My glass is half full. think I'll drink half of what's left and go and get a Cornish half!


Dec 18 Update


So, here I am in the middle of the Atlantic. It's all plain sailing here, although further north there are severe storms with ten feet of swell, apparently. I don't feel I'm missing anything by not being there for that, at least nothing I mind about. The days are warm. One can sit on deck for meals and watch the sea undulating like a sheet being shaken out before it is pegged to the washing line….I know how it feels….





March 2018 update


Since the last update I have been cruising around Holland, Belgium, Germany and Norway on the Back Watch; a lovely boat and crew. On the way back I had lunch with old friends of my Bergen days. They have hardly changed! Norway is a cosy country, even when outside is permanently cold and dark, the people are anything but!

Now there are blossoms on the trees outside of my window in London. That means something, doesn't it?


Good to see Ken Clarke on Question Time keeping Mr Farage a bit quieter than usual!


Pete Bayliss, old colleague from way back has passed on. God speed!

END




Please note that any further dates at The Harp, Charlottenburg, are cancelled



Have a look through my web-site, buy my album, come and see me play, join my mailing let, sample my YouTube channel, like my Facebook page, follow me on Twitter. Forget about leading your own life!


What a great guy! Lived and died in a dignified way (especially considering what a great artist he was. If he'd only hung on another 10 years or so, he might have got the nobel peace prize too… (that was on the death of Leonard Cohen)

he wrote this:

I heard of a man who says words so beautifully
That if he only speaks their name
Women give themselves to him

If I am dumb beside your body
While silence blossoms like tumours on our lips
It is because I hear a man climb stairs
And clear his throat outside the door




SAYINGS OF A WISE OLD FOOL:


I had a dream….forgotten it now….


Previous sayings of a slightly less old and certainly less wise fool:


A life on the ocean wave is never so pleasant as when there aren't any

A stitch in time prevents dangerous anomalies

An older person should avoid modestly prefacing their pronouncements with "I'm only an old fool…". Younger persons will be happy to believe it, partly out of courtesy. *

A dangerous anomaly makes it difficult to think about sewing.



Interview published in german music blog, AMuBlo