Parklife
Written By Blur: Dave Rowntree, Damen Albarn, Alex James, Graham Coxon.
Confidence is a preference for the habitual voyeur
Of what is known as
(Parklife)
And morning soup can be avoided
If you take a route straight through what is known as
(Parklife)John’s got brewers droop he gets intimidated
By the dirty pigeons, they love a bit of him
(Parklife)
Who’s that gut lord marching?
You should cut down on your parklife mate, get some exerciseAll the people
So many people
They all go hand in hand
Hand in hand through their parklife
Know what I mean?I get up when I want except on Wednesdays
When I get rudely awakened by the dustmen
(Parklife)
I put my trousers on, have a cup of tea
And I think about leaving the house
(Parklife)I feed the pigeons I sometimes feed the sparrows too
It gives me a sense of enormous well-being
(Parklife)
And then I’m happy for the rest of the day safe in the knowledge
There will always be a bit of my heart devoted to itAll the people
So many people
And they all go hand in hand
Hand in hand through their parklifeParklife
(Parklife)
Parklife
(Parklife)It’s got nothing to do with
Vorsprung durch technique you know
(Parklife)
And it’s not about you joggers
Who go round and round and round
(Parklife)All the people
So many people
And they all go hand in hand
Hand in hand through their parklifeAll the people
So many people
And they all go hand in hand
Hand in hand through their parklife
Chickens
Back in February we bought two new chickens. We’ve had our original two for nearly two years and we figured that we could handle another two in the garden.
Although the chickens spend most of their time wandering around the garden, I decided to extend the Eglu run by another metre just to give them a little more room in the morning while they wait to be let out to free range.
We located a local poultry farm, Chalk Hill Poultry, and popped down to pick up a Sussex Star and and Bluebelle. The two new chickens were named Lilly and Bluebelle.
The new residents had to spend the first three days in the Eglu run so they would get used to that being their home. During the first day of this Egna and Pecker were very loud as the scratted around the garden. Generally showing their lack of appreciation for the new visitors. As the evening wore on and the solar powered chickens wound down, they all roosted up together and with a little argy bargy – got along.
Over the next few days the four got used to each other and with the odd bit of aggro the old chickens let the new ones understand their place in the pecking order.
Over the following six weeks they have formed to groups of two who can generally tolerate being in reasonable proximity of each other. The odd bit or arguing happens – but as a general rule they seemed to be getting on.
Bluebelle grew very quickly. We often commented that she seemed more like a cross between a emu and a velociraptor. She’s a little bit mad with massive feet.
Having bought the chickens at point-of-lay we expected them to actually starting laying any time. At six weeks they were behind how long we waited for Egna and Pecker, but then we are just coming out of winter so we did bother too much.
Over the last week Bluebelle started becoming aggressive toward Lilly. Grabbing her behind the neck, chasing her round the garden more, and almost trying to confine her to the Eglu.
Anyway, this morning I got up at 6am as usual and let them out of the run before quickly going back to bed. We were up late last night and we lost an hour because of the clocks going back, so it was really 5am.
Lying in bed I heard what can only be described as the most pathetic attempt at a cock-a-doodle-do… and in that moment all the strange images of six weeks of Bluebelle rushed before my eyes, the big feet, the size, the stupid run around the garden, the pecking or Lilly, and I knew, that she was a he!
I heard the crowing a few more times before I got downstairs to look out of the french doors into the garden. And there before my eyes, I witnessed Bluebelle, stand up high, proud, and announce in the most pathetic excuse for a crow, cack-er-duddle-dum, I am a man!
EgluEglu
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That’s Entertainment
This is one of the most visual songs I can recall. Listening to it or even just reading it always sends me to the place that Weller is describing. Very few songs can do that.
That’s Entertainment
Paul WellerA police car and a screaming siren –
A pneumatic drill and ripped up concrete –
A baby wailing and stray dog howling –
The screech of brakes and lamplights blinking –That’s entertainment.
A smash of glass and the rumble of boots –
An electric train and a ripped up ‘phone booth –
Paint splattered walls and the cry of a tom cat –
Lights going out and a kick in the balls –That’s entertainment.
Days of speed and slow time Mondays –
Pissing down with rain on a boring Wednesday –
Watching the News Ledge and not eating your tea –
A freezing cold flat and damp on the walls –That’s entertainment.
Waking up at 6 a.m. on a cool warm morning –
Opening the windows and breathing in petrol –
An amateur band rehearsing in a nearby yard –
Watching the tele and thinking about your holidays –That’s entertainment.
Waking up from bad dreams and smoking cigarettes –
Cuddling a warm girl and smelling stale perfume –
A hot summers’ day and sticky black tarmac –
Feeding ducks in the park and wishing you were faraway –That’s entertainment.
Two lovers kissing amongst the scream of midnight –
Two lovers missing the tranquillity of solitude –
Getting a cab and travelling on buses –
Reading the graffiti about slashed seat affairs –That’s entertainment.
Albums: Sound Affects
See Also: Paul Weller Official Website
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When two events happen simultaneously…
“When two events happen simultaneously pertaining to the same object of inquiry, we must always pay strict attention.â€
– Agent Dale Cooper, Twin Peaks
I had a scary moment of the holiday period. I started becoming ill on Boxing day, just the usual trivial stuff – nose and throat, and by New Years Eve it had settled in good and proper. Now, I’m not someone who subscribes to Manflu and I tend to handle illness relatively well. However, by New Years Day it was well and truly getting on my proverbials…
New Years Eve had been a late night, going to bed about 4am, and then New Years Day involved going out for a walk. So by 9.30pm I was well and truly knackered – soaked in the bath and early night.
I woke at about 2am to the smell of some kind of burning. It wasn’t the smell that had woken me, it was just there. As I woke I noticed that the whole room was misty/smokey. I jumped out of bed and rushed into the kids room. I checked all the rooms upstairs – everything ok apart from the smoke.
My rationale at the moment of time was that I didn’t think there was a big roaring fire, just some kind of small simmering type fire, or more likely, something bigger outside that was filtering in through the windows.
Anyway, I rushed downstairs and systematically checked all the rooms – everything ok – except for the smoke. I looked outside, but there was nothing obvious. By the time I returned to the kitchen Victoria was there wondering what was up. She wasn’t at all panicked by some smoke, more likely by my irrational behaviour.
[Paraphrasing a strange conversation that followed…]
“What’s up?”
“The whole house is filled with smoke or mist or something,” I said.
“Go and look in the mirror,”
I looked in the mirror, and my eyes were filled with yuk! A few minutes of vigorous washing later, and everything had returned to normal.
So the smoke turned out to be my cold coming out of my eyes, or a possible reaction to the bubble bath!
The smell – Victoria had lit an incense thingy when we’d got in on New Years Day to attempt to remove the smell of the stale house.
I didn’t sleep anymore that night…
Needless to say, Victoria bought extra smoke alarms and stuff over the weekend…