R's rue

Jackson Browne's very first album, sometimes known as "Saturate Before Using", reached the shores of this island  in 1972 . My younger brother Simon suggested that I should listen to it and I was immediately entranced. Jackson's plaintive voice, his musicality and his poetic lyrics grabbed me straight away. He has released fourteen more albums since then and I have twelve of them. With Simon, I finally got to see Jackson in concert at Sheffield City Hall in March 2009 and we were not disappointed. It was a fabulous concert from a guy who has now been there in the background of my life for almost fifty years. One of the songs from the first album that has haunted me forever is "Song for Adam". I know every word and I just have to close my eyes to hear the recording. No need for a turntable, a CD player or headphones connected to a phone. I just go to the music library in my head and there it is, complete and sweet. It is not about love, seeking love ...

  “Autobiographical” movies of childhoods seen through the eyes of a child are fairly common in film history . I Remember Mama, Kes, Little Women, The Yearling …… The list is a long one and so I was interested just how Kenneth Branagh would share his Protestant childhood in a divided 1969 Belfast. Like all childhood memories Belfast is an seemingly endless series of vignettes. A scene dominated by a remembered and much loved one liner, or a fleeting memory of childhood humour such as a drunk auntie singing Danny Boy. Cinematic moments such as a much loved trip to the theatre with his granny ( a nicely underplaying Judi Dench)  or a hospital trip to see his dying grandfather ( a twinkling eyed Ciarán Hinds) have all been added to by the luvvie that is Kenneth Branagh , so the narrative is just a little drawn out and is overly sentimental, a detail you can forgive somewhat as it obviously a story of a boy loved so completely it almost hurt.  Catriona Balfe ..many...

 The magic Is within me When I put My pride Away And let  The world Be my oyster Please pray for someone special to me. Thank you all.  from R's rue https://ift.tt/3IxVVNe

  It’s cold this morning, very cold. Overnight even Albert tiptoed on my bed in order to secrete himself next to a warm Mary, a move the elicited a jealous growl from Dorothy which was loud enough to wake me up. A sharp tap on the Bonce was all that she needed to be silenced and peace was restored. All three were still in bed when I woke, cuddled up in a knot of paws and legs and tails. And all three didn’t want to move when I called them  I needed to get up earlier today, as it’s Bluebell’s service. I’m just grabbing a quick coffee now , in order to think about my day.  Apart from Bluebell I’ve nothing sorted until 5 pm when I’m meeting a friend to see Belfast. Im not a huge fan of Ken Branagh ever since he did the dirty on Emma Thompson ( who is a goddess in my eyes )  I still love her feisty Beatrice in Much Ado About Nothing who replies to Don Pedro’s  comment that she has a merry heart “ Yea, my lord, I thank it, poor fool as it keeps on...