Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.
- William Butler Yeats.
Yeah, like whatever because you don’t [...]
Posts under ‘Saturday night’
The Second Coming…
Britain’s got talent…
I’m going on it next year.
I’m going on with a lesbian Oompa Lumpa who will do the usual song and dance schtick until I shall proceed to beat her to death with a leg from a Queen Anne dining set. The act is to conclude with a full chorus of Rule Britannia!
If that [...]
Something for the weekend…
Let us imagine…
It is Saturday night and onto the stage, in front of Simon Cowell and the rest, Ant & Dec usher on youthful (or indeed even alive - this is fantasy)…
Bob Marley, Bruce Springsteen, Debbie Harry, Elvis Presley…
What happens next?
And no I’m not being an old git here because the same would happen with [...]
It’s Saturday night
Or, at least it is here, on Queenslands Sunny Gold Coast, so relax and listen to a little Rosemary Clooney.
She is Georges aunt, you know. Better looking too.
You want a second? How about Vikki Kerr crooning to Les Brown? I got to say, I prefer Gene Teirney on this song, but I couldn’t find [...]
