lyrical prowess

i have just been listening to a compilation of The Who, made for who (hee hee) is turning out to be a rather good friend. it has given me something of a memory jog, it has.

i once tried to convince a dear Literature Mentor, Mrs G Maddock (i dare not spell her name Glynns incorrectly as she would kill me, oops), that The Who's lyrical skill and prowess was amply displayed in the line "out of my brain on a train" from the song '5.15. laughed? if i recall, she nearly crashed the car, such was the hysterical reaction to my (now as it was then) valid observation.

i do wonder where Mrs M is. i regret not being in contact with her, for she appreciated my worship of Richard Burton a very great deal. perhaps i will try and investigate her whereabouts or locale......

meanwhile, thanks J. for giving me the opportunity to listen to The Who again. i have not played them for a while, and i was sorely tempted to swing my arm about like a windmilling guitar god that Townsend is and always will be.

which kind of reminds me of an unfortunate incident in which i attempted to "do a Roger Daltrey" with a mircophone at a kareoke evening. well, the short is that the waiter was OK and i doubt i would have gone back to the bar again anyway.

i do seem to be getting increasingly nostalgic these days. not sure if it is coincidental or consequential in respect of the imminent arrival of Napoleon. oh well, as it does not seem to be a bad thing, i shall not show too much concern.

in other news, Mrs R decided to sit on the floor and do some work this evening. Mrs R needed my help getting up, so round has she got. hee hee hee hee hee hee and yes she will slap me for this.

be excellent to each other, and if you see Michele about, offer to help her get up!!

quick edit - for some reason this is not appearing on the site. see if reprinting, as it were, does the trick.