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Surprise, Surprise…

I really should update more often. Not a great deal has happened mind, life plods on as usual. I was in Leicestershire at the weekend, visiting parents, and assisting in a surprise visit from my brother, who according to them was in Korea… until he turned up on their doorstep.

Bro and I got to look around the house we grew up in, as we happened to be walking past as the current owners were measuring up, getting ready to sell it again. It stirred up relatively few emotions compared to what I would have expected. In the end it’s bricks and mortar, and our memories are made of different stuff.

We also went to a surprise 50th birthday ceilidh, with a caller that sounded exactly like Harry Hill. A surreal experience, but very enjoyable, lots of good food and old friends.

Shock expose of today has to be that “cookies are a sometimes food”. Today’s show was brought to you by the letters L, M, A and O.

Hey Hey are you ready to play?

The Tweenies, unlikely heroes of the modern age are on a mission… to save the nursery rhyme. Apparantly modern day infants are not being exposed to the likes of Jack Horner, Bo Peep and Georgie Porgie, and so Jake, Bella, Fizz and Milo are stepping forward as a quartet of Cecil Sharps for the discerning toddler, in an effort to revive this essential oral tradition. vote for your favourite here.

I have a rather folky weekend in store, with folk dancing in the local school hall tonight, and the excellent Gower Festival over Friday, Saturday and Sunday. Rather excited.

For Soo – who notices when I don’t update…

Wynken, Blynken, and Nod

(A Dutch Lullaby)

Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night

Sailed off in a wooden shoe,–

Sailed on a river of crystal light

Into a sea of dew.

“Where are you going, and what do you wish?”

The old moon asked the three.

“We have come to fish for the herring fish

That live in this beautiful sea;

Nets of silver and gold have we!”

Said Wynken,

Blynken,

and Nod.

The old moon laughed and sang a song,

As they rocked in the wooden shoe;

And the wind that sped them all night long

Ruffled the waves of dew.

The little stars were the herring fish

That lived in the beautiful sea–

“Now cast your nets wherever you wish,–

Never afeared are we!”

So cried the stars to the fishermen three,

Wynken,

Blynken,

And Nod.

All night long their nets they threw

To the stars in the twinkling foam,–

Then down from the skies came the wooden shoe,

Bringing the fishermen home:

‘Twas all so pretty a sail, it seemed

As if it could not be;

And some folk thought ’twas a dream they’d dreamed

Of sailing that beautiful sea;

But I shall name you the fishermen three:

Wynken,

Blynken,

And Nod.

Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes,

And Nod is a little head,

And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies

Is a wee one’s trundle-bed;

So shut your eyes while Mother sings

Of wonderful sights that be,

And you shall see the beautiful things

As you rock in the misty sea

Where the old shoe rocked the fishermen three:–

Wynken,

Blynken,

And Nod.

— Eugene Field

we were talking about this last night, anyone know a tune for it?

thanks to this site for providing the lyrics.

Oooh…

haven’t updated in a little while…

So, what’s been happening? Well, apparently, popular band Evanescence went online over the weekend to rally against rumours that they are a Christian band. Spookily they then fall from their #1 spot in the charts shortly afterwards. Coincidence? Divine judgement? Or were they just not that good after all. Oh well, they served their purpose, the Fast Food Rockers never topped the charts.

Some people think it’s just me that speaks with an odd accent, and uses curious words every now and again. I have now found online evidence to back up the facts that there is such a thing as a Nottinghamshire dialect, if you would like to know how to speak ‘Nottnum’, you could do worse than clicking here or here. For those that haven’t met me, my accent int that strong, having been brought up a little outside of Nottingham, with strong Brummie influences, and having lived in Wales for the past 8 years, 1/2 of that time with a Welsh speaking husband.

Ok, looks like rain, time to get the washing in…

Nearly there…

In homage to the glorious weather…

May 30th: Climbing Up the Sunshine Mountain.

There are lyrics to this on the internet, but all differ slightly (or quite a lot) from the one I learned from Dr Sunshine and Wingnut at Bromyard festival, which went something like this…

We’re climbing up the sunshine mountain

Where the pretty breezes blow

We’re climbing up the sunshine mountain

Faces all aglow

We’re gonna’ turn our backs on sorrow

Reach up to the sky

We’re climbing up the sunshine mountain

You and I… you and I… You and I.

There were extra verses about different types of mountains like the echo mountain…tain…ain…in…n too, but a great song if your end purpose is to get everyone in the room standing on chairs or tables.

I’m not sure of the end purpose of this slide presentation, aside from teaching economics students about indifference analysis by using pears, oranges and sunshine mountains. I was either amused, or possibly just bemused, I’ll leave you to decide.

Bye

3 year olds and toy dolls…?

May 18th: Nelly The Elephant.

This should by all rights be my party piece. According to my mum I was apparantly a silent child at playgroup, uttering hardly a word to anyone, until one day I tapped one of the leaders on the arm and said “I know all the words to Nelly the Elephant!” Then proceeded to stand on a chair and sing it. My personal comic timing has never been bettered. As I say, it should be my party piece – if only I were as confident about my singing abilities or as good at remembering words as when I was 3!

Also I can’t let this entry go by without mentioning one of my earliest Top of the Pops memories, I reckon I’d have been about 6 when The Toy Dolls were swinging their guitars around and singing this in a mock-punk style. I remember nothing else of the single, but that much has burned itself on my memory in a very uncanny way.

tripping and slipping down memory lane

I’ve just been reading one of those child of the Eighties/Nineties things that makes you think way too hard about the halcyon era of your youth – well the stuff that was going on for everybody and not the stuff that was individual to you. A friend and I had a massive Torvill and Dean thing when we were growing up, and one of the greatest thrills of that was living near Nottingham at the time, being able to go and skate on the same ice as they had every Saturday morning. This leads into the song for today:

May 10th: Tonya’s Twirls

I’m sure that most of you will (possibly a bit vaguely by now) remember the events of 1994 when Tonya Harding’s ex-husband took a club to the knee of Nancy Kerrigan, and changed the public view of ice skating forever (well, at least for a while). Well, a certain guy by the name of Loudon Wainwright III recorded a song which on the face of it was about these events, but was really about lost innocence. It was one of the first songs I heard by Loudon, and it struck a chord. It can be found on his ‘Social Studies’ album, but for anyone who hasn’t heard any Loudon before, I’d recommend a ‘best of’ rather than this. The full lyrics are nowhere to be found on the internet, so I won’t re-publish them here, but the ending of the song is quite poignant:

Ice used to be a nice thing

When you laced up figure skates

Now it’s a thing to win a medal on

For the United States

But once there were no lutzes, axles, pirouettes, or twirls

Just giddy slipping sliding laughing happy little girls.