Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Music Challenge (20 March 2020)

I must admit I had completely forgotten about Jim’s MM Music challenge today, so it was brilliant to see his post in my reader. It’s just as well one of us is organised!

I had two completely different thoughts today, resulting in three songs! But, what the hell, I’ll post them all, and you can pick and choose. It always seems to be songs – through my other posts I have realised that 90% of the stuff that clicks with me is music, but I’m sure one day soon I will think of something else.

Straight away, I’d love to Change the World. Okay, but what if you specifically don’t want to change the world? And straight away I’m thinking of the Kirsty MacColl song from the early Eighties, which contains the lyrics:

I don’t want to change the world,
I’m just looking for a new England.

But then I thought I’d twist it a little bit. You see, Kirsty never wrote the song. In fact it was written by the very politically-aware English folk singer, Billy Bragg. He is still going as a singer, and very much still politically active. I’ve ended up with some of his music just because, from my viewpoint, his politics is pretty sound. I guess while you might have heard of Kirsty, you’re less likely to have heard of Billy, but his music is very simple – just him and his guitar, normally, and pleasant.

So, here is A New England, written and performed by Billy Bragg (lyrics).

And if you’re reminiscing about Kirsty MacColl’s version, here that is, too:

You can kinda see why Kirsty had the hit, but Billy’s is more raw.


Okay, there’s the first thought. The second thought was completely different. In his own post, Jim mentions Alvin Stardust. I remember his death, I remember his name, but most of his work was before my time. I do remember this one, though, from 1984, called I Feel Like Buddy Holly. I listened to chart music a bit back then. The song was written by songwriter Mike Batt and its lyrics are under this link. I’m avoiding posting them myself because this post is long enough already. Before writing this post, I hadn’t heard this song for 35 years!

Insulin (Fandango’s Friday Flashback)

Yay, it is Friday again, and Fandango has just published his Friday Flashback post. The idea is that he picks a post from this day in a previous year, to give newer readers a better insight into what does and doesn’t make him tick.

I have always liked that idea, so shall also post my own reminiscence. As much as anything, it reminds me of where I was, where I am now, and how far I have come. Hopefully, you will find it entertaining along the way.


I dug out a post today from last year. Actually I was quite surprised when I found it, because most of my health was not very interesting by then, I was three years post-stroke. I guess I posted because it was just quite unusual by then.

My insulin comes in two pieces. There is a plastic pen, about 6 inches long, containing the insulin itself, with a screw thread on the end. I use it several times (about 2 pens per week), using a little bit more of the insulin each time.

The second part is a single-use sterile needle. It screws onto the pen and goes into my tummy maybe just an eighth of an inch. It is not at all like injections as we normally think of them. Most of the time it doesn’t hurt a bit, you hardly even know it is in you.

Sometimes it messes up. Like, less than 1% of the time these days. It used to mess up more often but my “success rate” has improved over time. I guess my technique and my eyesight have improved. But every now and again it still messes up, even today, leaving me unsure just how much insulin I got. Mostly it’s only by a couple of units but this time it was obviously enough to post about.

Stroke Survivor

One of those funny mornings this morning. Was taking my insulin as usual, but when I stabbed myself, it was really painful. It can get like that sometimes, I think where there must be a bruise from a previous injection. It used to happen more in the early days for various reasons, I assume that was because of my unfamiliarity with the gear and the process. So I took the needle out a tiny bit to make it more comfortable.

I pushed the plunger down as normal, but when I took the needle out a few drops on insulin spilled out onto the floor. With insulin, you’re talking about fractions of millilitres, really tiny amounts. I normally shake the pen after use, precisely to see if any drops come out, and normally it is dry.

So I’m left wondering, “did I get all/any/none of my dose?” I assumed not, but…

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