Read the rest of this entry »It’s quarter to three
There’s no one in the place ‘cept you and me
So set ’em up Joe
I got a little story I think you oughta knowWe’re drinking my friend
To the end of a brief episode
So make it one for my baby
And one more for the roadI know the routine
Put another nickel in that there machine
I’m feeling so bad
Won’t you make the music easy and sadI could tell you a lot
But you gotta to be true to your code
So make it one for my baby
And one more for the road
Moonlight becomes you
It goes with your hair
You certainly know
The right thing to wear
Moonlight becomes you
And I’m thrilled at the sight
And we could get
So romantic tonight
As always on this night, we of Around the Grid bring you our joint wishes for the future, as voiced by Bing Crosby and David Bowie —
From Conan, Jem, Diana, Morgan and myself, may the day of peace eternal come to this troubled world for us, for you … for us all. And remember that all of us — every son and daughter of the Divine, however you see the Divine — are the parents and nurturers of that peace. It is up to us to bring it, somehow.
That certain night
The night we met
There was magic abroad in the air
There were angels dining at the Ritz
And a nightingale sang in Berkeley Square
Read the rest of this entry »This is the night mail crossing the Border,
Bringing the cheque and the postal order,
Letters for the rich, letters for the poor,
The shop at the corner, the girl next door.
Pulling up Beattock, a steady climb:
The gradient’s against her, but she’s on time.
Note: lots of graphics beyond the break, but worth it
Nights in white satin
Never reaching the end
Letters I’ve written
Never meaning to send Read the rest of this entry »
Here are some photo tips from Strawberry Singh, which I discovered today on New World Notes — thanks, Ham! Even old hands can learn new things, and I discovered some goodies about WindLight and Firestorm I didn’t know about.
Be prepared for maybe a minute of dead air at the beginning as Berry is getting things set up; don’t touch your dial, as she’ll come in soon. Additionally, be prepared for a photobombing visitor in the background close to the end — a rather “EEEwwww”-worthy Hallowe’en clown (grin).
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