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Beats.Beatles.Bob.Brautigan.Bloxwich. Sixties.Writer.Poet. Drugstore Fiction, Bob Dylan Dream. Clouds.The cats. The tortoise. Frayn.Stoppard.
Everyone’s life story. We all become somebody else. The music is always itself, forever young.
December 5, 2025 at 2:42 PM
1st December is when we start playing Christmas standbys. And since 2006, when I discovered this 1959 record existed, this is one of the most played. Which may be something shared by anyone else who grew up watching Maverick, Cheyenne, Bronco, Hawaiian Eye and 77 Sunset Strip
December 1, 2025 at 3:22 PM
The cover concerned
December 1, 2025 at 1:55 PM
Walk around Kew Gardens this morning. Robin said, Advent? I’m in.
November 30, 2025 at 10:24 PM
A lunchtime visitor who is also a charity shop hound looked in an oddment box on the way here and found a book he thought I would like. Which I do. Quite the time traveller.
November 28, 2025 at 5:38 PM
Sunday, sweet Sunday, with nothing to do.
November 23, 2025 at 3:40 PM
Christmas starts to appear in the suburbs, and looks quite like Pluribus.
November 20, 2025 at 9:18 PM
Children grow up and leave home leaving hidden evidence to be found.
November 16, 2025 at 12:07 PM
@tonywhite.bsky.social
Low tide at Twickenham, just after midday
November 9, 2025 at 6:50 PM
If you see this post an album cover with a motor vehicle on it.
November 8, 2025 at 8:49 PM
November 8, 2025 at 6:29 PM
And the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame. Though blue vans tend to stay blue.
November 8, 2025 at 2:04 PM
I’ve written about it at times. This was from The Bridge some years ago, and many years after 1965, hearing it unexpectedly on morning radio.
November 6, 2025 at 8:29 PM
Dark and damp now but this morning at Kew things were very colourful.
November 3, 2025 at 5:11 PM
A poem from 13 years ago, remembering half a century before, which with the current Bootleg box set is still here.
#Dylan
November 1, 2025 at 12:33 PM
Where the tidal river bends when the tide is out.
October 31, 2025 at 6:56 PM
@timdowling.bsky.social
No doubt your charge is still wandering the kitchen, but Trev has retired to winter quarters: a box in a hutch in a shed. With no memory of summer treats I’m sure.
October 31, 2025 at 10:05 AM
Been a while since we put a pumpkin out to signal to people that we were dishing out sweeties, but when we did it looked like this.
October 31, 2025 at 9:42 AM
From a few years ago. Still the case obviously.
@eggpod.bsky.social @dontlikeyourtie.bsky.social
October 27, 2025 at 4:11 PM
I wonder if you ever feel the same @andrewmale.bsky.social
October 27, 2025 at 12:33 PM
Life’s goal in puzzle form.
October 27, 2025 at 8:14 AM
Rachel Reeves please note.
October 22, 2025 at 7:03 AM
@stevenc63.bsky.social
Just what you need. Part of another old poem with a Beatles reference, based on the fact that if you were around in the time they happened, in the order, record by record, that they happened, like Carbon 14 it perpetuates generationally.
October 20, 2025 at 1:43 PM
@stevenc63.bsky.social
If it interests you, a couple of poems, both around 20 years old.
October 19, 2025 at 11:04 AM
@ianmartin.bsky.social
What with this and Winter Fuel Payments reappearing the good news keeps on coming.
October 18, 2025 at 1:23 PM