A pretty poor video from Saturday night (shouldn’t have taken my old phone).
And another one.
And one more (sort of two).
And, lastly, Public Image Limited last month.
Most people probably know Cyndi Lauper for one song. Foremost, that is; there were two others. Or three if you recall that Spielberg film.
But most people won’t recall She Bop. Because it was banned in the UK
(Scotland too). BBC radio wouldn’t play it, even though it’s quite lovely and (perhaps a little) ahead of its (no apostrophe needed) time.
I was somewhat surprised this evening when Ms Lauper sang She Bop. Most people don’t get the subject matter and, thanks to the BBC, won’t know the song. She plays Glastonbury tomorrow. It’ll be interesting to see whether the BBC will cover the song if she goes for it.
Anyway, she was somewhat amazing this evening. There was stuff from the new album, some She’s So Unusual and True Colours material, but also songs I’d not expected.
Videos may follow.
We’re just back home after a couple of days in
Europe Peebles. I’d never been before and was somewhat surprised to find that it’s pretty gorgeous.
The locals (in the locals) we met were lovely; there were even a couple of
expats northeasterners (one from Newcastle and another from Gateshead).
We were quite intrigued by the Beltane festival, which apparently has its roots in
Brussels mediaeval Europe.
We spent much of yesterday in
the capital Edinburgh. Regrettably, the cool graveyard was closed, but it’s great to see restoration in progress. The view from the hill was still pretty impressive though.
While in Edinburgh, we had a quick pint (Punk IPA) in the World’s End pub before heading back to Peebles.
Back in Peebles, we went to the Bridge Inn, after which I saw a familiar creature.
While I don’t have a picture to hand, I’m pretty sure that such things exist
outside Europe in London, by the Thames.
Also, when in the Bridge, I visited a urinal which appeared to have once belonged to Adam Ant.
remained stayed in Europe Peebles longer, but we have a date with a goddess in town this evening.
I voted to leave the European Union. I didn’t try to persuade anyone else to do so and kept my views to myself. However, I’ve been disappointed with the number of people who made a point of forcing their views on me and, now that the UK has decided, are using social media to insult what is, in effect, the majority. A small majority, I acknowledge, but that’s how democracy works; a majority is a majority.
Contrary to the many comments I’ve read on social media, I don’t fit their profile for the majority. I’ve worked all my life and never claimed a penny from the state. I’m educated; I have two degrees.
I love Europe, I like the culture(s) and adore the beer. I simply don’t want to see the UK lose control of its future. I’m not racist, but I do believe that EU migrants shouldn’t be filling the low paid jobs that UK nationals won’t take because they feel that state benefits are a better proposition.
I voted to leave the EU. Had the majority been in favour of remaining within the common market, I would have accepted the UK’s decision with grace.
I recognise that it’s quite early, but I’m currently sitting in Wetherspoons (the scruffiest of the three) in Sunderland.
However, I feel I’ve earned my bottle of Tucher. After my third dental appointment, my tooth is now reconstructed.
The experience hasn’t been fun, but at least the optional gap/crown/bridge has been avoided.
The beer’s nice, though, and the sun’s shining outside.