So, British Summer Time eh? Always the way that winter seems darkly unending and then when spring comes it rolls out in a rush and everything goes suddenly bonkers, the cherry blossom, the buds, the honeysuckle, the hedge, and it's headlong to Easter and here we go. They're forecasting 20 degrees for London today.
Might have a rummage; feel like a rummage. Take a day; pop up the market and stock up with veggies for the weekend; all that.
Here's a classic groove/choon/break! I've almost posted on many a Friday, finally posted now.
Keni Burke - 'Risin' To The Top' (1982)
Round here its forsythia bursting forth overnight, sticky buds, pretty little primroses, red kites and buzzards in territorial squabbles above foxes & pheasants in the woods & fields but not a sign of any honeysuckle yet. Nice to hear Keni again, not heard any since the days of late night pants dancing!
ReplyDeleteLounge trousers!
ReplyDeleteAnd the honeysuckle's outside the Healing Church.
ReplyDeleteIt's grey up north (well, north of you). Muggy and dull. Rain'n'thunder'n'lightning wouldn't surprise me at all.
ReplyDeleteI am quaffing the first rosado of the season, and I dinnae care.
ReplyDeleteTurned out reet nice in Yorkshire. Me forced rhubarb is comin' on a treat. Racing pigeons none too keen mind you, as balmy clouds interfere with their spyro-gyro magnetic fields, don't ya know.
ReplyDeleteI see that nice Home Secretary woman reckons that putting up the cost of alcohol will stop 'binge drinking'. I hope that Scottish MP who slapped the nut on his colleagues in the Westminster bar takes note. And the 23 millionaires in the House. I may take to drinking petrol which is marginally cheaper.
In the meantime, while I still can, I will raise a small lager to all you good folk and wish you the finest of weekends.
Shorts?! In March?!
ReplyDeleteIt's very pleasant here but it's not shorts time yet.
I am wearing SHORTS, was what I said, and deleted, cos of Dickie commenting at same time. Sorry SA.
ReplyDeleteIt has been unfeasibly summery here today, you people in the grim North don't know the half of it.
Evening Mr H, Evening comrades. Been a bit of a week and a fairly hellish Friday into the bargain.
ReplyDeleteHowever am D&V free so time for a small libation. I better start pre-loading as that horrible woman May said today.
Anyone care to join me in a swift bottle of white lightning follwed by some Kalshnikov voddy?
(it'll end badly)
ReplyDeletePint of headache please barman.
ReplyDeletePicasso quote's good innit.
ReplyDeleteOh yes, thanks for noticing. It pretty much describes why The Shangri-Las are important, don't you think?
ReplyDeleteI thought he was just talking bollocks but there you
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Picasso never talked bollocks, unless he meant to, obvs
ReplyDeleteThis white lightning fair makes one araboscious.
ReplyDeleteand the spelling goes to pot, that should of course have read arabocious.
ReplyDeleteEee!
ReplyDeleteand they called it....white lightning!
ReplyDeleteshorts.... hmmmmm... i blame all that westlondoning. it just seeps in. much like tweed when on the mayfair county line. in my dotage i'm definitely becoming more rainy day. the return of my sensse of smell this year kinda sealed it
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'westlondoning' ! Love it.
ReplyDeleteHad to look him up, I was pretty sure I hadn't ever heard this and yet it sounded so familiar... turns out that is thanks to LL Cool J and my girl Mary J.
ReplyDeleteStill raining here but this helps x.
I am v.glad. And oh yes, massively sampled.
ReplyDeleteGood lord nearly as much as The Isley Brothers Between The Sheets. What a great find that site is, I sense many lost hours in my near future.
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