Monday, June 18, 2018

An Anniversary of Battle ...

Maybe someone will sing this on Friday ...



Lyrics ...

Eighteenth Day of June (Plains of Waterloo)

On the 18th day of June, me boys, eighteen hundred and fifteen,
Both horse and foot they did advance, most glorious to be seen.
Both horse and foot they did advance and the bugle horn did blow,
And the sons of France were made to dance on the plains of Waterloo.
  
Our cavalry advanc-ed with true and valiant heart.
Our infantry ’n artillery did nobly play their part,
While the small arms they did rattle and the great guns they did roar,
All on the plains of Waterloo where the thundrin’ cannons roar.
  
The French dogs made a bold attack in front of Mount St. John,
To sport their best battalions and the village for to gain.
Our infantry first charged them and made them face about.
Sir William with his heavy brigade soon put them to the rout.
  
Napoleon, like a bantam cock, sat mounted on a bar.
He much did wish to represent great Mars, the god of war.
On a high platform there he did stand and loudly he did crow:
He drooped his wings and turned his tail to us at Waterloo.
  
The valiant Duke of Brunswick fell in the field that day,
And many a gallant officer fell in the awful fray,
And many a British soldier lay wounded in their gore
Upon the plains of Waterloo where the thundrin’ cannons roar.

On the 18th day of June, me boys, eighteen hundred and fifteen,
Both horse and foot they did advance, most glorious to be seen.
Both horse and foot they did advance and the bugle horn did blow,
And the sons of France were made to dance on the plains of Waterloo.

Sunday, June 17, 2018

Being the Fifteenth Day of June, 2108 ...

Angela and Paul kicked off with memories of misspent youth ...


Smoking those silly little cigarettes.

Berry took us to Texas ...


Sweetest town I've ever seen.

Jane and Phil reminded us of revolt in a Dorset village ...



We sang it better!


... and steal all our land.


Bryan went shopping ...
Will the kids eat this?

Now, here is an essay in concentration by Berry accompanied by Ken ...

Captions invited!
*See post script.

In fact they were complaining about Royal Mail ...

Don't bring me no blues!

Angela chose her burial ground ...

Perhaps he will weep for me.

Paul described a magnificent piece of civil engineering on the Columbia River ...


Mike sang of a legendary voyager, Saint Brendan ...



Dogsbody lamented a lost love ...

Broken hearted I'll wander ...

And here is Ken, again ...

Not much fun ...

Phil and Jane offered transportation to a new home ...

We declined the generous offer of a lift,
but enjoyed singing about it before we
departed.
....................

*POST SCRIPT:

Now, about this caption competition ...
You are invited to submit your own captions for that image of Berry and Ken.
Just contribute via 'comments' and the most tasteful and amusing will be published up-front.
Anonymous comments will be discarded!

Here is Ken's desperate thought ...


And Berry comments ...
" They call it collaboration!
In the same club - playing together - but playing out of time - totally different tunes!
Come and join us - this is easy to beat!"

Then it all got very silly!

Friday, June 15, 2018

Being Friday the Eighth Day of June, 2108 ...

Angela began with an alarm call ...


Awake, Awake!

Ken became a political correspondent ...


Please answer me, PM.

Mave sang of a bright silvery light ...




Bryan remembered historical days of travel ...


Steam trains trundle along.

Elizabeth took us on a melodic journey to the antipodes ...




There were the customary songs of death.
Only one was by a suicide ...


He was, indeed, a peculiar man.

Another was by execution ...


The scaffold was high ...

During the interval Laurie demonstrated his artistic talent ...




We departed in protest regarding our freedom to roam ...


Kinder Scout, 24th April, 1932.
Think of the grouse!


Saturday, June 2, 2018

Being Friday the First Day of June, 2018 ...

Yes, it is June already.
(Who knows where the time goes?)

Apologising for missing Whitsun, Dogsbody opened proceedings with a song about dancing ladies ...


There's a fine Roll of Honour ...

Paul, claiming that any song that is over 50 years old must be a folk song, wondered why his pulse was erratic ...


Why do you miss ... ?

Suzanne followed with, "This is a folk song because I'm singing it, and I'm over 50."
Andrew chivalrously challenged that assertion ... but only about Suzanne's age.

Then Andrew wondered what time his train might arrive ...




Bryan also referred to age by giving a poetic account of his medication ...


Something to make you pee!

Dogsbody sang a mournful ballad about dead birds ...


It didn't end well for the poachers.

Paul and Angela's offering was more optimistic ...


Watch for the break of day.

Andrew justified why he kept returning home ...


Well, dear, it's because of your apple pie.

Peter and Tony gave us a weather forecast ...


Wind and Rain!

Bryan did more 'considering' ...


Is your life planned out ahead?

Conor's late arrival from rural Hertfordshire was completely forgivable ...


This train didn't stop!

Then it was time to go home ...



... and joy be with you all!