Enough sailing pics for a week at least, the challenge is to find another dimension...
Popsie processed in a Lithtastic sort of way; she's more moody than a rattlesnake!
Tonight we have been reading Michael Morpurgo and Greg joined us for the fun.
I am listening to John Cooper Clark via the John Peel Collection - currently
Reader's Wives on the Space
....and a bit earlier it was The Ruts S.U.S. an absolute belter.
Although now I come to look at the picture I am reminded of the words of the Ian Campbell Folk Group singing Liverpool Lullaby
"Oh you are a mucky kid,
Dirty as a dustbin lid.
When he hears the things you did,
You'll gerra belt from your Dad.
Oh you have your father's nose,
So crimson in the dark it glows,
If you're not asleep when the boozers close,
You'll gerra belt from your Dad.
You look so scruffy lying dur
Strawberry-jam tats in yer 'air,
Though in the world you haven't a care
And I have got so many.
It's quite a struggle every day
Living on your father's pay,
The bugger drinks it all away
And leaves me without any.
Although we have no silver spoon,
Better days are coming soon
Now Nelly's working at the Lune
And she gets paid on Friday.
Perhaps one day we'll have a splash,
When Littlewoods provide the cash,
We'll get a house in Knotty Ash
And buy your Dad a brewery.
Oh you are a mucky kid,
Dirty as a dustbin lid.
When he hears the things you did
You'll gerra belt from your Dad.
Oh you have your father's face,
You're growing up a real hard case,
But there's no one can take your place,
.... Go fast asleep for yer Mammy"
