Not so lucky at the boot sale this morning at Verdin Park which started off drizzly and got wetter and wetter. Not surprisingly it's the 13th today! I should have known. I didn'y find a thing - not even a scratchy record. The only one of interest was a Wout Steenhuis,with him playing a Hawaiian guitar on his lap on the cover and when I looked inside it was a different record altogether by the Waikiki Beach Boys! Hazel bought an old and very cute looking 8mm Russian projector for two quid. Not sure if it works yet - still drying out. Archie didn't find any bargains either. Ofcourse the sun is shining now that everyone has packed up and gone home!
Sunday, August 13, 2006
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When I was 16 ( a long, long time ago) my band played in The Big Beat Show - a mix of local and fanous bands at our Odeon Cinema. The Swinging Blue Jeans were top of the bill - alongside Marianne Faithful, Simon Dee (the host) and... yep, you guessed it... Wout Steinhuis.
The roosters... well, they just appeared one day and stayed. Don't know where they came from. Maybe we shouldn't have encouraged them by feeding them.
I remember Wout being on the radio in the 60's - Saturday Club with Brian Matthew( can't believe he's still on Saturday mornings - I though he was ancient back then!) Gosh, rubbing shoulders with the stars eh?
Surprised the local fox didnt get the roosters if they are just running free in your garden?
Well, at night they roost up in the mock orange tree.
I bet the foxes come into your garden and sit under the mock orange tree and say things like " OOh, call that an orange tree? It's rubbish that is - its full of feathers! Its nothing like one! It's a disgarce! No, don't Mrs!"
But how did you know that our foxes are Frankie Howerd impersonators?
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