Mad Makeover: To Wong Foo, Thanks for Everything, Julie Newmar (1995)

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John Leguizumo is inspired

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To Woog Foo

Dorothy asleep on my feet

How tired I am with people who think they know you better than you  know yourself .

How tired I am with people who miss irony, humour and poetic licence 

How tired I am of people who know everything about everything even though they are not furnished with the full facts

How tired I am of people who think the ill in every situation and not the humour.

These are the sad facts , the things  bloggers have to put up with.

In the previous blog, a mildly amusing story of Dorothy peeing on the carpet in anger was forensically picked to pieces.

What a bad dog owner I was to allow of dog’s over full bladder to be emptied on the carpet! 

Yadda yadda yadda...

Who cares? Who knows the truth.....Dorothy may of peed in anger and frustration?  she’s certainly done things similar in tantrum ....she may of picked up some new and delicious odour in the carpet and pissed in relation to that......what she didn’t do was pee because she was desperate for a pee....she had access to the garden......but the depressingly pedantic, the know all’s and those without humour know better and their bleating voices wanted an audience to listen to their wise, humourless words...forgetting that I’m telling a story on Going Gently a story that has its own rules, characters and way of looking at the world.

I’m not really tired of such pedants , just mildly exasperated by them.....

Just fucking take it as it’s given and chill the fuck out! 

Hey ho

Anyhow ...

I’m more physically shattered after moving 100£ ‘s worth of kiln dried logs from the drive into the outhouse.

I can hardly move my covid vaccinated arm now.....

And so , I treated myself to a pot noodle, a bottle of wine , a roaring fire 

And a night in with this

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Southerly

An old song came to mind: I don't know why. It's from the north east of England - even further north than Yorkshire.. Here is the tune played so beautifully by Sheku Kanneh-Mason:-

The song is called "Blow The Wind Southerly".

I vaguely remembered that it was once recorded by the famous English contralto - Kathleen Ferrier. And as you do nowadays, I went hunting around in The Great Google Library for more information, more signposts.

Imagine my gasp of surprise when I discovered that Kathleen Ferrier died on the very same day that I was born! Additionally, just like my father her dad was also  the headmaster of a village school. She died young at 41 after a futile battle with breast cancer. She had no children and her marriage to a bank manager was by all accounts never consummated. Tragic - but in her short life she walked in the limelight, working with some of the finest musicians to emerge from World War II.

Now I am learning "Blow The Wind Southerly" to sing to Baby Phoebe as I rock her in my arms but my version will not be an exact replica of Kathleen Ferrier's haunting rendition...

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Graceful

 Wake up

Pray

Smile

Thank God

I’m alive

Coming out of

A long 

Dense fog

The tunnel

Lit with hope 

For the first time

Tough seasons

Are there

To show 

What true

Refinement 

Can truly be

Not the

Elusive mirage 

But really 

Reality

Being fulfilled 

In purity

Mercy and undeserved 

Grace

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