All Sorts of Stuff!
Before I start I would like to direct any of you interested to “GLYN’S DIARY14″where I have included a piece about TOMMY MUNDON and also about JIM MCPHEE. Both of them died last month and both of them are being laid to rest tomorrow 6th August. As they were both people we had worked with in entertainment I thought it only right to put them in the Entertainment Diary.
Checking back….my blogging came to an abrupt halt a while back. My Muse seems to have buggered off and left me with nothing of any interest to say. Nothing new there I hear you all whispering. I use the word “All” with with poetic licence as it would suggest more than one person reads this. Ha! The possibility of remembering what I have done for the last 6 weeks is remote. As I can barely recall what I did yesterday of how to tie my shoelace I fear it is a complete mystery. Probably if you read what I had written at this time for the past few years it wold be the same. Check…Older, Fatter,Grumpier,Greyer, Guarantee on more of my body parts expired!!
When we examine the minutiae of each others’ lives with sites like Twitter, Facebook etc. I am sure none of us are really interested in what the other person’s doing. I can remember somebody saying…”Okay….now let’s talk about something really interesting…Me!” It could have been me that said it or possibly Stephen Fry. The art of conversation has not exactly died but the art of listening bit the dust long ago. Allan,God Bless Him!, often has to be kicked by me when I can see someone he is talking to starting to glaze over. We had a couple of friends round for the evening recently. We had had a few drinks, it was a warm room and it was late and I felt myself sliding into a doze. I could hear Allan’s voice still talking in the distance. So embarrassed! After they had gone I said “God, I couldn’t keep my eyes open! Did anybody notice? ” He said….” No! Fortunately they had gone to sleep as well. I looked up mid sentence and realised I was talking to myself”! Again….nothing new there!
Many of us these days have the concentration span of a gnat. Who can blame us? Total mind numbing, mind dumbing crap on T.V. encourages it. Stops us thinking…stops us questioning. A new programme has appeared on our screens presented by the ever present “Ooooooooh! I’m welling up!” Alan Carr. When he squeals which is only continually…….dogs all over the neighbourhood react by putting their paws over their ears! This prog. allows somebody to sing while going down a huge conveyor belt. There’s a bit more to it but not much. It lasts about 2 minutes which is 2 minutes too long. All of this against a backdrop of epileptic fit inducing lights, a lardy looking Blackpool audience baying for blood and Alan Carr screaming like a Justin Beiber fan.
So I shall recount “my doings” for my own benefit as a blurred record of how much time I waste. Frankly I don’t know how people have the energy to set off to do exciting things every day. I find it exhausting thinking about it. I only ever wanted to work in a Library. I had my own stamp, pad and trolley by the time I was 6. This lethargy isn’t something that has evolved with advancing years. I have always been a boring, lazy little toad! I can remember standing on a toilet seat for what seemed like hours trying to avoid Hockey or Netball. Our Games Mistress used to check under the doors for slackers. I did have an unfortunate and ill fitting P.E. kit which was purchased at great cost and 2 sizes too big in my first year and not replaced. Although by 13 I had developed a 38 inch bust I had to carry on regardless. It was the equivalent of wearing a strait jacket. I couldn’t lift my arms for 3 years. There was no stretch in in my top or shorts. Maybe I could have been an athlete had it not been for my unyeilding Aertex. Thank God for Lycra I say!
Grammar School had been a big expense for my parents who hadn’t got much money. Dad was a Steel Erector at Rubery Owens and Mum worked on the Cooked Meats at George Masons. Money was always short though. We didn’t have a phone until I left home and we never had a car. Grammar school was always more money with School uniforms and books and the like. Hockey sticks don’t grow on trees, you know!. Oh! Well! ….bits of them do. I was in with the Avias and Sylvias and Grenvilles and Brindleys with posh Mummies and Daddies and they owned their own houses. Mum used to say in a hushed voice “Do they own their own house? Oh, they must be posh, our Glynnis!” Don’t start me on the lack of my leather satchel. The mockery I suffered because of my canvas satchel won by my Dad at Bingo on our summer holiday in Blackpool. Christ! These people who go on X factor and say they have suffered trauma and stress…….they haven’t got a clue!! It left me mentally scarred!……….Got to rest there…..I’m welling up!
My life, despite being in it’s Autumnal phase still feels as if it is in the Planning Stages. Wen the final “Zoned Out” appears I shall still be writing “What I want to be when I grow up!”
As I write this I am in North Wales Wiffi-less. A storm has always brought the line down or the sheep have ate it. The signal is only existent between 7 and 8 on the Sabbath. So….good excuse to spend some time in Costa scoffing Paninis and getting in training for our Italian holiday. I know I’ve been very busy which means I’ve started one task and created 10 more in the process.
We had a few days in Suffolk near Southwold in June. We spent the 3 days previous searching for our overnight bag. We ransacked every nook and cranny endlessly and then remembered we had thrown it away because the mice had used it as their winter holiday resort in the garage. We went back to the lovely Belle-Grove Farm where the Dragon House is like something from a fairytale. Good to catch up with Al Powell and Margaret en route.
We had a brilliant night at Lichfield Garrick. We went to see BARRY STEELE in his ROY ORBISON TRIBUTE SHOW…..Barry Steele and Friends. We worked with Barry a few years ago and were knocked out by his incredible talent. He is a really nice guy and everybody loves him who has met him or seen the show.
The show itself is professional in every way. Everything has been considered, balanced, rehearsed for maximum pleasure and impact; He retains that down to earth charm that an audience really warms to. He makes them a big part of a very real experience. We have been to two of his theatre shows..unfortunately we are usually working when he is local. Barry changes the acts and the shows around to keep the show fresh. All of the other artists he uses are top class. This time he was working with a Buddy Holly, a Jerry Lee Lewis and an Elvis tribute. The number of sellout theatre shows they do are testament to their popularity and high standard. There could not be a better or more respectful tribute to Roy Orbison and his work.
Well done to his wife, Lynne who is responsible for direction, production and all the other things that go on back stage to knock the whole thing into such tremendous shape. It is a real family concern. They have worked really hard and it shows. Good luck to them all they deserve it!
Catch Barry on his tour. Check the websites.
I promise you will not be disappointed. Support this Black Country Lad and is family. They have took on the Big Boys and are Winning!
Seen lots of friends over the past few weeks. Two Sunday afternoons were spent attending surprise Birthday Parties. Our friend Maggie had one in a Teepee at Stoke Pound and then the following week we went over to Monkspath to one for our friend Richard. They were both beautiful afternoons. We had good food and good company. Sad not to have Les Ward with us anymore. He would have been at both and loved them. Allan and I have been keeping the profits up at the Two for One near us for the last few weeks. I think I know the menu backwards. We also braved the Peri Peri Nando experience at Wednesfield under the supervision of Nick and Cliff. Loved it.
In the throes of getting a new C.D. produced ready for sale in the new season. Our friend, Mike, has given up his very scarce free time to come over and record 12 of our comedy songs for us. These are songs I have written over the years – some when we first started in folk clubs and some very recent. Mike is intuitive. He knows what we want, and what suits us. It is him we have to thank for the C.D. recording, production, title, photography, and artwork and as always the encouragement and inspiration. We are so lucky to have him as a friend. The whole thing has given us a tremendous boost and re- charged our batteries. We are looking forward to the new season of work with excitement. We have lots of new songs to learn and I am working on new material.
Had some lovely times in Criccieth over the last few weeks. Good to see Pam and Graham and actually have a night sitting on their balcony overlooking the sea eating and drinking and making to much noise. Wednesbury, Dudley and Tipton….what more can you expect. Rough will out. Nice to catch up with our friends Janet , Stuart and Bronte. Long run of about 10 days with no rain and then another 6 with very little. Very excited to have a new carpet at the caravan. It has finally come to this. The pleasures of being ALMOST 66. Not rolling on a carpet in gay abandon but checking it’s hard wearing properties. Sad! Now are the Flighty well and truly Fallen!
Jokes to follow. Off to bed. Up the wooden hill to Bedfordshire! Nighty night!
Watched a programme on George Bush’s personal Art Gallery the other day. He has a very good likeness of Tony Blair. It’s as if it’s alive… The lies follow you all round the room…
If it wasn’t for the War we’d all be speaking German I thought…as I loaded my Aldi and Lidl shopping bags into my Audi car!
I’ve just finished watching Dawn of the Planet of the Apes…or as some people call it Facebook!
My friend’s had a bit of a drink problem..”So said his AA Sponsor what have you learned from your drinking?” He thought about it and said “Well, Skips are very hard to get out of!”
Big thanks to Orlando Bloom for giving the world a Beiber hit we can all enjoy.
Some terrible things going on in the world right now hard to find anything to laugh about.
I must admit I had a smirk when after the Rolf Harris Revelations Vanessa Feltz or should that be Felt disclosed her anguish. The headlines read Vanessa Feltz jumps on the Bandwagon! I thought… I bet her’s bost it!!
I noticed a sign in the Black Country the other day . It read “If you leave your child in the car during this hot weather please ensure the window is open so at least they can have a fag.”
As somebody handed Allan their camera the other day…He said you know you’re an ugly bugger when it’s a group photo and they hand you the camera.
Did I read it right? Has Bernie Ecclestone just bribed his way out of a Bribery charge!!!
Apparently not wishing to fund Paedophilia at the B.B.C. was not a valid excuse for not paying my T.V. Licence.
All for now. The write up on TOMMY’S FUNERAL is in DIARY 2014
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