Busy! :¬)

I could do with most months being July!
Or September.
They seem to be the busy months for weddings.
I'm singing my proverbial heart out this month and I am as happy as a pig in shit!
August is a bit quieter, but I shall enjoy the break, and hopefully the weather will pick up and I'll get some swims in the Atlantic!
And then September. Busy again.
Thank you all you couples who give us the honour of entertaining you and your guests!
I am blessed and privileged!

My Father's Coat

When I was small my father's coat was our duvet.
And it kept us warm.
And when his coat was on our bed it meant he was home from work.
And we felt safe.

I can still smell it.

An Afternoon In Limerick City

Home?

Know what?
I'm sick to the fucking teeth with this country!
And I'm too old to emigrate to Australia, or Canadia.
Will you take me back Glasgow?

Mirror Mirror

The Da's Song.

England's Motorway-Come Me Little Son (For Me Pal JB)

This song, made famous by Luke Kelly & The Dubliners, though written by Ewan MacColl (father of the late singer/songwriter Kirsty MacColl) has been rattling around in my head for quite a while now.
It brings to mind images and thoughts of when my Da had worked in England in the 1950's.

I tried singing it with guitar, and with piano, but I was never happy with it.
Tonight I tried it without music, and here's the result.

(I've never sung this in public, or privately, to anyone!)

World exclusive premier!

England's Motorway-Come me Little Son (CLICK TO LISTEN.)