[link] - last song on the list.

There's only seconds of your life
That really count for anything
All the rest is killing time
Waiting for a train

Come the revelation brother
I was sitting by myself
The last thing I was looking for
Came and left

The sea still rolled, no mountain fell
The sun still rose, the moon as well
I was undone, some kind of free
The day you sent your spirit to me

I ran and looked in the mirror
Like I'm expecting a change
But there deep in my eyes
The fear remained

The sea still rolled, no mountain fell
The sun still rose, the moon as well
I was undone, some kind of free
The day you sent your spirit to me

Is this just something else to lose
That you never replace
Another name that you try to give a face





-Stuart Adamson and BC. Shall try to write something for Stuart on the 16th. In the meantime I listen to the greatest voice in the world.

Take care all over christmas. Keep safe.

Kind regards, DD

Forever in their Debt.

Mary Jane, 84, draws her curtains to.
There behind closed doors she does as she needs do.
The village folk rarely see her at corner shop or mass.
For she threw it all away in a summer now long past.
There behind closed doors she gets herself a key
And lifts from the mantelpiece a chest that once held tea.
A turn, the click, a moment’s pause –
She dries an eye and remembers its cause.
Gathering together she withdraws a few treasured things –
Thrice worn medal, his sepia photo, a pair of officer’s wings.
Some letters, a faded forget-me-not (as if she could forget!)
And a crumpled tear-stained telegram: ‘The air ministry regret…’
The tears come again, but silent now, and proud.
For not all the love in the world has to be said aloud.
Turning from the firegrate she takes it to a chair –
Hands it to the girl who waits patiently there.
‘I told you I would show you’ says a kind Mary Jane
‘I first met him by the tree up old Longford Lane…’
And so kate hears the story of her own Grandpa Fred,
Waves off his plane that night as she sleeps tucked up in bed.
For Kate is only six and has yet to learn the cost
Of what it was her grandmother’s generation lost.
Yet Mary Jane smiles to see her sleep this way.
Thinks Fred would have been glad of what he bought
for the price he had to pay.

Just so long as Kate’s finger’s never type: ‘Today’s children forget…’



Wear your poppy with pride and humility. We are here today where many are not. Remember them this weekend.

Take care all,

DD

... is a message I've been tapping out a lot recently. I have passed my radio licence course and been issued the callsign M6GLD, which can now be heard on the 80 and 160 meter bands. I'll post a picture of my radio shed sometime - a mysterious place heated by arcane valve gear^^

I'll post details of any unusual contacts over half term. 'Till the next update, take care and god bless

DD

Mist swirled about her tinged with a cloying acrid taste, a yellow taint in the air. She thought she could hear a noise, somewhere far off and over her shoulder. She turned to meet it but the mist continued to swirl higher and higher. She looked down and couldn’t see her feet, but heard the crack of glass as she a tentative step. It seemed unnaturally loud. The noise was growing now, like a monstrous animal just the other side of her sickening curtain. She panicked and tried to run, feeling the scrape and crunch of rubble underfoot, but still the mist clung to her and nothing was revealed. There was no way of telling she had moved. There was no up or down, left or right, no world - just her - herself, small – and the outside, the all consuming nothingness that hid her from the world. The noise was louder now, she could hear voices in it – screams – and it was right behind her…


Its been a while since I picked this up (slapped wrists!), but we're back in business!

Regards, Robs.

Are...:

4 A*
5 A
2 B

at GCSE. Pretty good. Celebration time! *Puts ancient vinyl onto record player*

I'm off to dance!!