Odd

I’ve been out these last few days, so took the opportunity today to catch up on some laundry. I’m quite lucky these days in that I get through sufficiently few clothes, I can get by with a launder every couple of weeks.

My bedsheet was a bit smelly, so I decided to wash that today too. So to do that I had to strip the bed. Ironically, I use the bed as a dumping-ground for freshly-laundered clothes. Sometimes the clothes are put away but I generally gave up on anything fancy-ass after the stroke. For the same reason, I don’t iron. Have you ever tried ironing one-handed? If someone looks at me and thinks dishevelled, well, that’s their problem, not mine. The people who know me, they understand.

Anyway, in order to strip the bed, I first have to divest if of its pile of clean washing. In amongst which, there are three odd socks. WTF?

When a pair of socks is dirty, it goes into the laundry basket. As a pair. Come wash day, everything gets lifted from the laundry basket into the washing machine. I check, the basket is empty. Then on into the tumble dryer (even if I could hang stuff out, not in November!). Then, several hours later, onto the bed. Each time, I check the trail, Nothing. And yet there are three bloody odd socks on the bed!

Now I could put this down to stroke. Quite plausibly, my eyes aren’t so good any more. But my wife says the same thing happens to her, and her eyesight is good.

The only thing is that I can never remember this happening before the stroke. I laundered for years, and don’t remember losing a thing!

So I’m sitting here in one grey and one blue sock. Well, I’m not going to throw the bloody things away, am I? I’m just dreading tomorrow – one of my feet will be freezing! And, I’ve concluded that some sadistic sod has started stealing our socks! Come on, own up, it isn’t YOU, is it?

Tick Tock Tuesday #5 (12 November 2019)

I thought I’d create a new challenge. It is a challenge primarily for me, because I’m new to this platform, and because you don’t really know me yet, nor I you. As my name suggests, I am recovering from a stroke, and I like to push myself in all kinds of little ways… including getting to know the Wonderful World of WordPress. Although this is something I will be doing, I invite you, if this idea takes your fancy, to play along with me and share with me some of your own selections.

My plan is: each Tuesday, until I run dry, I shall post some piece of art with which I have some connection – which has helped to mould me, which makes me tick. Okay, a piece of art is a bit vague – it might be a piece of music, a movie, a book, a painting, or ???? – so my phrasiology is deliberate. It might be anything – I will play this post by ear, so I’m not sure what I’ll think of each week. And, I’ll keep posting on the theme weekly until I run out of ideas.

My rules? Well, I’m not big on rules! My choice will be something with which I feel a connection. That’ll be the important thing, just having some kind of fleeting affection for something probably won’t be enough, unless I’m using my choice as an example of something bigger.

It will be one choice per week – I’m aware that long posts can be quite onerous to read, and I’m in no hurry to complete this so if I have two ideas, I’ll probably hold the second until the next week.

In that same vein, I’ve created this block as a Reusable Block, which I intend repeating for every post on this theme. The block ends with a full-width separator, so if you want to skip ahead each week it doesn’t really matter.

I probably won’t post any lyrics, or any kind of analysis – if you like my choice, the information will be out there for you. But I will try to briefly explain why I feel a connection to my choice, just to try and enhance readers’ understanding of what makes me tick.

I will tag my posts #TTT and I will go looking for other posts with that tag. If you’d like to join in, please do the same, or comment, or pingback to this post, and feel free to reproduce my graphic. Lastly, I look forward to reading about what makes you tick.


Okay, so in the last few weeks I introduced my first love, reggae. This week, I’d ike to introduce another genre of music, Irish. In fact, a fellow blogger posted that they were in Dublin just recently – so I hope you had a great craic, Bronwyn! Did you manage to see the sun while you were there?

You can most likely spot a link between Irish and reggae- both Ireland and Jamaica are former British colonies, so I was interested in the history of what had gone on in both places in any case. And very murky it is, too!

But certainly London, being the melting pot of the empire, ended up with significant communities of both Black and Irish people. Some of you will have seen my SLS post a few weeks ago featuring Shane MacGowan, once the lead singer with The Pogues, a London-Irish band which achieved UK chart success, and which sparked my discovery of Irish music.

Another Irish band who achieved later success both in the UK chart and internationally was The Corrs, and I choose them today. Not particularly because I have any great connection with either the band (although they are a good band and their music is well-produced) or this track, but more because it is a traditional track which exemplifies why I love Irish music – the tempo, the instruments played with great skill and dexterity…

Toss The Feathers.

Song Lyric Sunday (10 November 2019) – Modal Verbs

May the road rise with you – Traditional Irish Blessing

Last week, Jim (NewEpicAuthor, A Unique Title For Me) set the subject of directions (my attempt). This week he gives us the subject of modal verbs – shoult / would / could / might.

I had several candidates this week but settled on a song from my youth. Public Image Limited (PIL), and their predecessors the Sex Pistols, were bands we laughed at as youngsters – plastic punks – and they make me smile with nostalgia now. But lead singer in both bands, John Lydon (aka Johnny Rotten) certainly knew how to mix the non-conformity of punk with the commercial world. The Pistols themselves had commercial successes, and this song, released a few years later, also achieved chart success in the UK, Europe and Ireland. The song was writen by John Lydon and Bill Laswell, who also produced the band.

So I could be choosing their song Rise, or it could be something else!

I could be wrong, I could be right
could be wrong

I could be wrong, I could be right
I could be black, I could be white
I could be right, I could be wrong
I could be white I could be black
Your time has come your second skin
The cost so high the gain so low
Walk through the valley
The written word is a lie

May the road rise with you
May the road rise with you
May the road rise with you
May the road rise with you

Could be wrong I could be right
Could be wrong I could be right

I could be wrong I could be right
I could be black I could be white
I could be right I could be wrong
I could be black I could be white
They put a hot wire to my head
’cause of the thing I did and said
And made these feelings go away
Model citizen in every way

May the road rise with you
May the road rise with you
May the road rise with you
May the road rise with you

Anger is an energy
Anger is an energy
Anger is an energy
Anger is an energy

May the road rise with you
May the road rise with you
May the road rise with you
May the road rise with you

Anger is an energy
Anger is an energy
Anger is an energy
Anger is an energy

Could be wrong I could be right
Could be wrong I could be right
I could be wrong I could be right
I could be black I could be white
I could be right I could be wrong
I could be black I could be white
Your time has come your second skin
The cost so high the gain so low
Walk through the valley
The written word is a lie

May the road rise with you
May the road rise with you
May the road rise with you
May the road rise with you

Could be wrong I could be right
Could be wrong
They put a hot wire to my head
‘Cause of the things I did and said
They made these feelings go away
A model citizen in every way
Your time has come your second skin
The cost so high the gain so low

May the road rise with you (Hey)
May the road rise with you
May the road rise with you
May the road rise with you

Anger is an energy

John Lydon, Bill Laswell