Can you wear a hat? I can't wear a hat. Hence it was ear-hurtingly cold Westlondoning with the girlies today, stall holders boxing up early, all that. Faint flurries and a leaden sky - one cherry tree in bloom.
This is great - as heard by me this week as played by Lou Reed on WPIX-FM New York in late January 1979: well worth your take-away attentions (he takes listener calls! he asks a guy not to swear! his friend John (Cale) drops by!).
I could develop a 'thing' for music like this.
The Robins - 'Smokey Joe's Cafe' (1955)
I look stupid in hats but it does not stop me wearing them. Been bollock dropping off cold here today as well.
ReplyDeleteA pint is it Mr H?
You're a gent.
ReplyDeleteThere's a hat for you out there somewhere Davy, I guarantee. You just haven't found it yet. My hat turned out to be one of those furry Cossack style things. Most unexpected, you just never know.
ReplyDeleteMr H's certainly ain't a flaat cap. I could see him in a bowler or a Fedora.
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Hmmmm...
ReplyDeletei like a hat. used to wear them a lot in my youth. a lovely cord baker boy and a tweed cap thing in my dingwalls days. got a fedora thing on the go right now. important the brim rolls up not down. i may wear it tomorrow even.
ReplyDeleteand it's lovely finding a whole new lot of stuff to rummage about in isn't it in our dotage and all. lots of this sort of thing and the torchy tremeloey lovliness usually found round office naps. been loving the strummer world service shows free on itunes at the mo and shall move on to lou next. ta ever so
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I own many hats. It is very very cold at the mo. A pint would be great.
ReplyDeleteI don a woolly black thermal thing making me look like a burglar. Never got over the beret years of the RAF.
ReplyDeleteAm in the southernmost town of Ireland for a few days. The Murphys stout is exceptional. Had a gallon last night to confirm it.
Am a Godfather tomorrow for a wee lad who was born on my 50th birthday. Good hey?
Beautiful Dickie, beautiful.
ReplyDeleteCrossed with Ms A there, soz.
ReplyDeleteA - yes! That was v. strange. I got your comment emailed but it didn't appear here. Luckily via the miracle of cut & paste...
ally said i like a hat. used to wear them a lot in my youth. a lovely cord baker boy and a tweed cap thing in my dingwalls days. got a fedora thing on the go right now. important the brim rolls up not down. i may wear it tomorrow even.
and it's lovely finding a whole new lot of stuff to rummage about in isn't it in our dotage and all. lots of this sort of thing and the torchy tremeloey lovliness usually found round office naps. been loving the strummer world service shows free on itunes at the mo and shall move on to lou next. ta ever so
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PS: I didn't know those Strummer things were on iTunes, so I'll be off over there laters, ta.
ReplyDeletePumpkin and chickpea stew eh? It'll keep you regular, that x
I look ridiculous in a hat (as I am reliably informed by Mrs Darce). I am therefore restricted to secret hat wearing - on the riverbank. I used to have an Elmer Fudd styled one, but I have lost it now. I do harbour desires for a Russian Cossack (hat!).
ReplyDeleteLooking forward to listening to Doo Wop thingy later. Ta.
Secret Hat Wearing there - three more from them later
ReplyDeleteNo Guinness Red then Dickie?
ReplyDeleteNo drew. Not to worry though. Looking out to the Fastnet lighthouse with a whiskey.
ReplyDeleteThat sounds lovely Dickie. Have a good 'un.
ReplyDeleteand here's me looking out at the roundabout and not in the mood for drink.
ReplyDeleteEnjoy the christening
I can't wear hats either (baseball caps and wooly things don't count), something wrong with my head.
ReplyDeleteI have this tune by The Coasters. Also v. good.
Baseball caps: just say no
ReplyDelete(Ha! I just found ally's 'lost' comment caught in me spam comments filter. Have lovingly restored it, and deleted my copy of it. Sadly also her ref to cooking pumpkin and chickpea stew, so now my ref back don't make sense. Am I boring you? Carry on).
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