Posts or Comments 31 March 2020

Monthly Archive for "July 2009"

fun:friends &music:festivals &stuff Fi | 25 Jul 2009

Tull at full tilt

Another weekend. Another festival.
I was reviewing the Friday evening only at Maryport Blues festival. H stayed at home and I went with Pete and Sarah It was great to have them along. Sarah is doing SO well after her redical surgery only 2 weeks ago. What an inspiration.
First band up were Laura and the Tears. Not bad at all. The main event though was Jethro Tull. Talk about a trip down memory lane. I loved it! They did ‘Aqualung’, ‘Heavy Horses’ and ‘Thick as a Brick’ amongst others and as there were even folks there wearing patchouli perfume it was like being back in 1973. Sigh…..!
The last band were King King and then we ambled home under a starlit sky and in the comfort of the car.
Jethrol Tull flute
Snack shack - after the gig is over Jethro Tull

music:festivals &Us, Rosie Posie Poodle and Frank Cat Fi | 20 Jul 2009

Brampton Festival – summer rain

OK – so we chickened out of camping this year coz of the weather. Day one of the festival it was tipping it down. Sheets of rods of rain.
I had a wonderful time taking hundreds of photos.
Wellies were vital and a new brolly would’ve been wonderful if it hadn’t been broken already.
But, the first gig was a warming and bright Chris While and Julie Matthews. I love this duo, especially Chris While (my favourite pic of the whole weekend is of her)
Chris While - Brampton Live 2009
The rain eased off for an hour so we could have a wander around. The highlight later on was Andy Fairweather Lowe… nostalgia and great contemporary new material. How loud did I sing along to ‘If Paradise is Half as Nice’?
Brampton Festival sky at duskGathering rain clouds
....and a daisy.... or twoReady to playEmily Smith Band double bass playerEmily Smith Emily Smiths fiddle playerInside the marquee
If Paradise is Half as Nice - Andy Fairweather Lowe - Brampton Live 2009Open for business well into the night

On the second night the discovery was King Creosote. Wonderful. Enjoyed too the Oysterband. Strutting and booming the anthemic voice and playing into the marquee.
King CreosoteDrummer of King Creosote
Oyster Bands John JonesPeatbog fiddling boysOojami belly dancer

We met up with Heather and Alex and enjoyed seeing their talented son Rob performing too. Over the three days the weather gradually improved and by Sunday afternoon we could even sit outside the marquees. On the Saturday evening we stayed late for the late session in the hall and were treated to excellent slapstick comedy and some lovely music.

At last some festival sunJez Lowe
We did all day on the Sunday (I had quite a lot to review) and saw Keith Donnelly (funny funny funny as ever), Nancy Kerr & James Fagin, Jez Lowe and the Bad Pennies, Max Pashm and the final HUGE event – the Peatbog Faeries.

Us, Rosie Posie Poodle and Frank Cat Fi | 17 Jul 2009

Death of respect

In a week when I have personally been really wound up for many reasons, one cause has been the grotesque behaviour and attitude of particularly young people. Yobbishness, excessive drinking, foul language, greed, crime and general inconsideration for others make me seethe. Even bad table-manners makes me prickle. My wonderful, gentlemanly, honourable Grandfather would be dismayed at the way the world is going, especially in the way young people are.
Yes – I know not all young people can be heaped into the bucket of trash I describe, and well done them if they maintain a level head, but those that are tumbling helter-skelter into immorality are tarnishing not only other young people, but the whole country too.
There has always been bad behaviour, so is it the media coverage that gives the impression of it being everywhere? All those porgammes on TV following the police, and other emergency services in their scary and often pointless work. Is it that making us afraid and more aware of problems.
Who’s to blame? Is it about the areas where there is poverty – more clusters in major cities in the last 30 years. Is it about the lack of parental guidance. Is it about the post-war years of greed, consumerism and freedoms never known before.
A programme on the BBC last night rang all my bells and highlighted the problem. Death of Respect- Episode 1 – John Ware asks what has happened to British values and behaviour over the last 50 years.

There – rant over!!

Us, Rosie Posie Poodle and Frank Cat Fi | 17 Jul 2009

Proud Auntie Fi

I am a very proud Auntie. Clare has not only achieved acceptance for Paramedic training (a fantastic future ahead) after a stringent selection process, but she has also graduated form Myerscough College. She has also had quite an exciting weekend – a flight in a small aircraft with her boyfriend at the controls as pilot. How romantic is THAT? Official photos of the graduation will follow but here is one for now….

Us, Rosie Posie Poodle and Frank Cat Fi | 10 Jul 2009

‘Kekoo’ Convert

With a recommendation from my best friend Chrissie I have been well and truly covnerted to Kekoo clothing. Quirky and vibrant and right up my street.Sadly not available in any way other than online as it is from Europe (Holland perhaps?)
Can’t wait to wear it… and I haven’t felt like that about some new clothes since the famous angora orange, satin-lined winter hooded coat….. (cost more than two weeks salary and the most extravagant thing I ever bought)
This is my first Kekoo garment and I am utterly thrilled with it….

Us, Rosie Posie Poodle and Frank Cat Fi | 07 Jul 2009

Perfect poppy accident

This lovely sight greeted me on the driveway at work this morning. Glorious blousey red poppies and behind them a washing line bedecked with an array of red and pink clothes. A perfect composition – albeit one achieved by accident!
Perfect poppy accident

Us, Rosie Posie Poodle and Frank Cat Fi | 06 Jul 2009

Pigs Ear and other stuff

Let’s start wit the most almighty navigation pigs ear I have ever made. Sunday – and our 3rd anniversary of finding one another – and a plan to firstly go and watch Clare in a dressage event and then go and find a nice pub for a celebratory lunch. I’d been to the venue for the horse event before so off we trotted (‘scuse the pun!) I got hopelessly lost! We were WAY off track and in the event we went to Scotland (!) and eventually got to the riding arena as Clare was emerging after finishing her round. Hector was very calm considering the sheer sale of my mistake. I had distinct humour faliure. So, we stayed there longer and saw Clare come first in another round. Too late for lunch so a stop at the Cross Keys and too much wine for me. All in all the day didn’t pan out quite as I had wanted. Ne’er mind. We can try again enxt weekend.