Debris

This blog consists of short comments on the ever fading glories of England. It does not relate to other members of the UK, Scotland, Wales and the loosely affiliated Northern Ireland. Ah England nation of drunks, sluts, debtors and fools. We sail around in circles for the Captain has no charts, The sails they are in tatters as we head for foreign parts, The Captain gets his orders from the masters of misrule*, We're sailing off the coast of France on board the ship of fools. * The USA

Friday, December 22, 2006

* Working Class Hero
I learnt that some guy in the US of A has finally got his hands on John Lennon's FBI surveillance records. What does this reveal? That dangerous old John once got asked by two Liberal voters to invest in a bookshop.
After my amusement had subsided, I decided to give Uncle Dave a ring. John Lennon was one of this ageing baby-boomer's heroes. Uncle Dave hadn't heard the news. My call was greeted by a bit of muttering, whereupon, I commenced to sing down the phone 'You say you want a safe investment, well you know, my broker's on his way' to the tune of Mr Lennons song Revolution.
'Admittedly' (Uncle Dave said)'it shouldn't come as a great surprise, he' (the coolest Beatle) 'always said he voted tory, was only a pop star and the yanks did allow him to reside in the states. I guess you shouldn't look for philosophers amongst pop-singers as they're not renowned for their intellectual penetration.'
'Bob Dylan' (another of Uncle Daves heroes), he went on, 'never claimed to be anything more than an song-writer and entertainer'.
'The thing about Dylan, apart from having more bollocks written about him while still alive than any other human being, is he knows the extent of his craft. If you look at his output you can see he's a weaver by trade', said Uncle Dave enigmatically.
I pushed him a bit more but he got in a huff and rang-off. I must send him a condolences on the end of a dream card.

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