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Chris - word of advice. When adverse conditions prevail, turn up In Tune and Sean Fafferty. Somehow your troubles melt away ..........
Suddenly, hell & high water don't seem so bad when Rafferty's faffing and gushing, Anna?
After a stunning sunny day in London, the rain's just starting and the wind is getting up...
"...the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices..."
Ay, tha's showed thaself up good and proper lass!!
"...the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices..."
Ay, tha's showed thaself up good and proper lass!!
[ slaps head ] - O Anna - I think I' ve got Caliban all wrong! - I should have picked up the clues earlier. He's a Nottingham lad - we're not talking Jaggers - we're talking Mellors...
[ slaps head ] - O Anna - I think I' ve got Caliban all wrong! - I should have picked up the clues earlier. He's a Nottingham lad - we're not talking Jaggers - we're talking Mellors...
I'll be oop t'potting shed wi' me trowel in me 'and when tha needs me, me Lady...
"...the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices..."
Oh, for goodness sake, if I've seen one Forget-Me-Not entwined, I've seen them all!!
"...the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices..."
Chris - word of advice. When adverse conditions prevail, turn up In Tune and Sean Fafferty. Somehow your troubles melt away ..........
Mine would, too - but only after I'd done the right thing with the on/off switch (as in flung it, along with what it's attached to, across the Welsh Black, Welsh, Black, mountains)...
It's the sort of night when one can only be immensely thankful for a roof over one's head and a warm bed. Cold and windy and pouring with rain out...
Poor naked wretches, whereso'er you are,
That bide the pelting of this pitiless storm,
How shall your houseless heads and unfed sides,
Your loop'd and window'd raggedness, defend you
From seasons such as these? O, I have ta'en
Too little care of this!
.... 'tis a naughty night to swim in.
"...the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices..."
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