THOMAS KRÜGER & BRENDAN KAVANAGH AT ST. PANCRAS IN LONDON

Monday, 18 November 2019, 12:57.Reading time less than 1 minute.

This just showed up in my recommended thing-a-me-bob. Gift horse/mouth/looking comes to mind. Perfect timing. Greensleeves. We all know it. Henry VIII of England composed the melody………So they say. Done Henry VIII here. Somewhere. Abouts. Here. Anyhoo. A man. A man. A piano. A tune. Lovely :o)

Magical

Monday, 18 November 2019, 9:26.Reading time less than 1 minute.

These made me smile :o)

Hallelujah (?!?)

Sunday, 17 November 2019, 12:38.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Free To Decide

Sunday, 17 November 2019, 12:17.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Bloody Women!!!! It had to be one or another. Sheesh. I decided on my lovely girl – Dolores. When Times Get Hard….Always Dolores :o)

MacWood Fleet

Saturday, 16 November 2019, 15:11.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Director’s Cut

Saturday, 16 November 2019, 13:29.Reading time less than 1 minute.

I’m a Lady. So.. I’m not going to cuss. Out Loud Anyhoo. This song woke me up at stupid o’ xyz clock.

Who Are You?

Friday, 15 November 2019, 16:19.Reading time less than 1 minute.

I dunno!

What You Give is What You Get!

Friday, 15 November 2019, 15:48.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Always Jam tomorrow. Don’t give me a volley …..as Delboy says, Side Note : In Paris, walking around with my head up my oxter (as per) and all of a sudden the yellow three wheeled van drove past us. We waved and shouted. The driver tooted loudly :o)

Windmills of Your Mind

Friday, 15 November 2019, 13:13.Reading time less than 1 minute.

Gordon Matthew Thomas Sumner CBE singeth.

Nothing Really Matters To Me

Wednesday, 13 November 2019, 16:06.Reading time less than 1 minute.

There was (were ?) me, myself & I thinking that the music had died :o( But, then, like, in came faultless Freddie. :o)

Devenir En Gris

Monday, 11 November 2019, 15:37.Reading time 1 minute.

I Let the Music Speak Don’t Stop Me Now Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien Mad World Fade to Grey Visage Devenir gris Devenir gris One man on a lonely platform One case sitting by his side Two eyes staring cold and silent Show fear as he turns to hide Aaah, we fade to grey (fade […]

See the Sun

Sunday, 10 November 2019, 12:47.Reading time less than 1 minute.

I’ve held off on Dido for a long time. Why? Her voice reminds me of Dolores. Whatever! TMI.

The Ravens of Dinefwr is the first in a series of novels-in-progress set in the early 12th century. It follows the dispossessed members of the South Wales House of Dinefwr from their origins in Deheubarth to the centre of the known world, Jerusalem. Come and be my fellow Far-Farer. Come travelling and unravelling with me through Wales, Norway, Ireland, England, Scotland, France, Russia, Constantinople, Italy, the Balkans, the Holy Land. Come and Far-Fare through every degree on my 12th century compass.