It did not take me long to decide on the song I wanted to feature today. As this week is all about instrumentals really, I must mention the fabulous Kirk Pengilly who provides the fantastic saxophone interlude.
I find it really hard to believe this song only reached #24 in the UK charts. It’s just such a great track. Paloma Faith clearly thought so too, as she did an amazing cover of it (I have included her cover below…but it does not feature the saxophone). There is something very evocative and this music and the grand pauses – it almost smacks of an anthem.
In my opinion INXS really captured something exciting in this track. “Never Tear Us Apart” is such a dramatic and intense song. I do love it so!
Don't ask me
What you know is true
Don't have to tell you
I love your precious heart
I
I was standing
You were there
Two worlds collided
And they could never tear us apart
We could live
For a thousand years
But if I hurt you
I'd make wine from your tears
I told you
That we could fly
'Cause we all have wings
But some of us don't know why
I
I was standing
You were there
Two worlds collided
And they could never ever tear us apart
I
(Don't ask me)
I was standing
(You know it's true)
You were there
(Worlds collided)
Two worlds collided
(We're shining through)
And they could never tear us apart
You
(Don't ask me)
You were standing
(You know it's true)
I was there
(Worlds collided)
Two worlds collided
(We're shining through)
And they could never tear us apart
I
I was standing
You were there
Two worlds collided
Written by: Andrew Charles Farriss and Michael Kelland Hutchence
The last Saturday of October – the clocks go back one hour….and I spend that hour, and the rest of the night remembering how Goldfinch fluttered into my life.
Happy happy memories of a man who came along at just the right time.
I sweep, sweep, sweep the leaves away from the lawn and the brick passage. I gather up all of the leaves I have swept and deposit them into the green wheelie bin.
Then I turn around and….
…the wind has blown leaves all over the lawn again!!
I have made myself a rule – sweep, sweep, sweeping is only going to be a maximum of once a day – ok!!
My nest is so very sweet and comfortable. It has everything I need and it is spacious for a little nest. I am very content here. But one of the things I have always especially appreciated about my little nest is the security and privacy that two sets of very large locked gates bring with them.
It is great to know that no child dressed as a demon is going to be popping up on my doorstep this weekend!
I did something last night which was a first for me.
I have a very basic phone. Very very basic. It is not a smart phone. It is something I carry really only for emergencies, as I tend to use my land line for calls, and email or paper for longer reports on my goings on to family and friends.
But I have noticed that this very basic phone has a radio function. I have never used it before. But when I have accidentally clicked on it, a message appears on the screen saying “INSERT HEADPHONES”.
That is something I have never tried out, until last night. I went for a walk. I just needed to clear my head. I went for a walk and was accompanied by Classic FM on my basic little phone the whole way along.
It was wonderful! Perhaps I timed it just right, they were playing some of my favourite pieces of beautiful classical music. It was stunning. I was transported to another place. Another world. I was in a world of my own – and it was spectacular!!
Something I realized I quite like about the colder months is that when Jack and I go for a walk just after dark, it is much easier to make it in a circuit around the local area and back home without him being recognized.
I am so glad that I started going out with Jack two years ago…in the dark evenings. We had lots of walks in the dark. Then came the Pandemic of course and amazingly face masks provided a wonderful disguise.
But now here we are again – dark evenings. It’s so nice to be able to go for a walk and not feel the need to hide (or at least hide Jack) whenever anyone is walking towards us.
I have been aware of numerous events going on to mark October as Black History Month. I have slightly mixed feelings about marking a day, a week, or a month out for a show of thoughtfulness….when really it is every single day that we should be aware of the past, making different choices in the way we behave today, and remembering that what we do now contributes to our future.
I also am mindful that Black History means different things to different people. Some of my friends are much more eager to converse about the challenges they face now as they seem to be unfairly unable to attain to certain opportunities or experience virtual harassment as they go about their daily lives. Others have spoken about some of the challenges their parents or grandparents faced in connection with governmental failures towards the “Windrush generation”.
Black History Month is about so many aspects of history, but it is hard for me not to think about the history of the slave trade because of the impact it had and because of it’s enormous scale. It is still hard to understand how it was ever allowed to happen, but it is important to remind ourselves that for far too long, too many people callously closed their eyes to the mistreatment of fellow members of the human family, and shamefully, many profited from it. Even to this day, the legacy of the slave trade and the imbalances in material wealth and perhaps just as significantly the opportunities that resulted are very uncomfortably present.
I grew up in Liverpool, and both my parents and also the school I attended made sure we visited the Liverpool Maritime Museum regularly.
There is an exhibition there on the slave trade – which gives you an idea of the atrocities and abuses that were committed on an enormous scale. I have been learning about the horrific injustices that occured in connection with the slave trade my whole life. What I learnt made a very deep impression on me as a little girl and I am sure it has shaped my outlook on so many areas of my life. History records the shameful wealth that some accrued closely tied up with their links to the slave trade.
Although I have always loved to visit the fascinating estates in UK, and I love the National Trust and other organisations who educate visitors about properties whose owners made their wealth due to the slave trade, it does make me grieve deeply to think of how people were treated.
But my visit to Ghana provided a much deeper insight to me than my trips to the Maritime. When we visited the amazing Cape Coast in Ghana, our tour guide helped us to understand the terrifying experience for those who were crammed into effectively the dark, dungeon-like basement of the castle before being herded onto merchant ships.
But my main memory of my time in Ghana was the incredible warmth (not just the climate) kindness, and hospitality of people. We made so many friends who we worked alongside while we were there. I will always treasure my time there.
One of the most influential experiences I had while in Ghana was when I had the chance to work alongside a gentleman who had six small children. He had come to volunteer and was patiently teaching his children to help as well. I did not notice at first, but he had no fingers at all. We were able to spend the day working with this family, training this gentleman and his children who were so eager to help. Two of the children spoke English and it turned out they were actually refugees from a French speaking West African land. A fellow volunteer told us about what had happened to this family when violence had engulfed their region. I won’t detail his account here because it is very upsetting, but due to the brutal acts committed this gentleman was now a widower with six children to feed and all of the work he did was of course more challenging without having any fingers or thumbs. He had fled his home and come to Ghana. We saw his children take the initiative in doing things that he was unable to. His children were a delight.
As we worked along with this incredible man and his children, we saw his inspiring smiles and ability to joke and laugh. He also loved singing, and he sang in French so I was not sure of all the words, but his voice was delightful. He was so proud of his children and it was clear they adored him. We had some gifts that friends had asked us to pack into our suitcases and we really wanted to give them to this family. But this gentleman would not take them without giving us something in return. When we had lunch, we were given a packed lunch by a host with all sorts of lovely food. We wanted to give our lunch to this gentleman and his children because we realized they did not have much at all. But he did not want to accept it without giving something in return. He had a pawpaw and a mango that was going to be lunch for him and his family.
He wanted to make sure that we accepted some of his fruit and only then was he happy to take the meal we had been given. He made it very clear to us that sharing was the only option he was happy with. He had more dignity and self-respect (and quite deservedly so) than so many of the men I had worked with back in the UK. He was an inspiration to me and someone I know I will never forget. He was a priceless gem of a man.
I know that Black History Month means different things to different people. Although the slave trade is a part of history that is important not to forget, it is also an opportunity to think about the incredible spirit that so many who have been mistreated in more recent decades and even the present day have shown. The strength and resilience in the face of injustices, the warmth and vibrancy and joyful energetic spirit that so many individuals and communities have been imbued with despite unfair experiences that nobody should have to go through. In the 21st century, we sometimes want to think that social injustice is a thing of the past, but we know that sadly it is not.
Many individuals and organizations are trying to contribute to positive changes, educating themselves about both history and the present challenges black and ethnic minorities face. Many are trying to be more mindful of creating or enabling opportunities and a fairer platform. Those who are trying to change their outlook are a positive force, but sadly there is still a lot of negative thinking and behaviour out there. We have all seen injustices occurring in broad daylight and it can be very disturbing to contemplate how ingrained some attitudes are.
I don’t think that remembering this history of abuse, discrimination and racism is just for a month, there are so many reasons to remember, respect and applaud those who despite mistreatment are still so beautiful inside and out, and proud of the inner strength, endurance and often very joyful spirit that are inspiring so many.
Nice theme!!! I have chosen a song that runs through my mind every time the weather is warm. It is the ultimate tropical sizzler made famous by Marilyn Monroe perhaps, but also by Miss Piggy (see video at the end of this post 🙂 ). I however, have picked the wonderful Ella Fitzgerald singing the unforgettable “Heat Wave”!!
We're having a heat wave,
A tropical heat wave,
The temperature's rising,
It isn't surprising,
She certainly can can-can.
She started a heat wave
By letting her seat wave
In such a way that
The customers say that
She certainly can can-can.
Gee, her anatomy
Makes the mercury
Jump to ninety-three.
We're having a heat wave,
A tropical heat wave,
The way that she moves
That thermometer proves
That she certainly can can-can.
Written by: Berlin Irving
I have to admit, my blog has in some ways become as long and hard to tame as my hair. I ought to claim an hour as my own and try to check some of the links (it frightens me to think of how many links must be “broken” or out of date).
I have put together a list of The STORM IN A TEACUP Series posts. It was just one week, one week of drama and emotions and weirdness. I really do look back at it all now and wonder how it became so impossibly awkward between Jack and I. But it is all in the past – thank goodness!
Life is a funny business at times – but my goodness, life is exhilarating!
Jack has bought me a new coat. That is very kind of him. He knew I was on the look out for a coat to replace the one I have been wearing for the past five years or so.. I love my teal coat, love it, it’s been up mountains and it’s sheltered me from torrential rain. But I have ripped three of the six pockets and it is looking a little shabby. It’s still ideal for gardening, but I realized I probably do need to visit charity shops more frequently to find a replacement.
Jack saw me flicking through a catalogue recently, and I saw a teal coat which at first I liked the look of. I just did not like the inner layer. It was sort of a strange greenish, and it did not look right with the teal outer. He leaned over and said to me, “What do you think of the red one?”
I replied, “Nnnyeah.” Now most people understand that really means, “Yes, it’s a nice coat, but not for me.” Most people would know that. But it seems I have never made that clear to Jack.
So imagine my surprise when it turned up a couple of days later, delivered through Hermes and in a gift box. Jack!!!!
He bought me a red coat. My capsule wardrobe is based on blues and teal, and he bought me a red coat.
Jack says I suit red. I asked him how he knows when I never wear red. He said when he met me years ago, I used to go running in a red waterproof. Actually it was more of a raspberry pink, and I still have it under my bed. I only chose it because all of my clothes were from charity shops and when I was looking for a light waterproof to go running in, it was the only one I could find. Jack said it suited me a lot.
So, my memory of wearing that jacket, was me running in the cold and drizzle and ending up with a very red face, and people who knew me saying, “Your face is the same colour as your coat”.
Which is why….I never wear red.
Until now!
Jack has bought me a new red, very red, coat. He is such a lovely man, and I ought to be nothing except grateful!! But I have warned him, every time someone says to me during the next few months, “Oh Mel, your face is the same colour as your coat,” I am going to give him one of those looks! You know the looks that mean, “Darling, you are washing the dishes tonight.”
Caramel 