Marigolds at Mencap Garden
Second day of the song titles posts and it’s a classic from the Rolling Stones. I was going to make a curry tonight and then discuss the rhyming slang “Ruby Murray” but my sister is coming to tea and we are having Chinese style rice instead. I was thinking of making a multi-layered Angel Delight dessert, as I have some in the cupboard, but Julia’s last words on the subject as they left this morning was “Don’t you dare.” She’s not a fan of 1970s convenience food.
I can’t actually think of any other songs with Tuesday in the name, but I don’t need to because this will do. This is in direct contrast to Thursday, which is worrying me. I might have to write one myself. It can’t be that difficult, not when you hear some of the stuff that gets played. You just need a few rhymes (I can already think of six rhymes for “Thursday”) and a subject, which is generally love, alcohol or heartbreak, or love, alcohol AND heartbreak. Bung in some choruses and the job’s done. I have no musical talent, but since the 1970s this has not been so much of a problem. Musical talent is obviously quite useful, but it isn’t as important as it used to be.
Mooring ring
It’s a bit like honesty in politics. Though I consider it to be important it doesn’t seem to be necessary these days. The sight of the President of the USA telling the Knesset to give their Prime Minister a pardon on multiple counts, shows the depths to which world politics has sunk. The “cigars and champagne” Trump referred to are allegedly worth $195,000, and are only part of one of three cases being brought.
The world is not a nice place at the moment, and it pains me to see the UK sinking down the corruption rankings from 11th to 20th in the last five years. I how we might be able to do something about it but I’m doubtful. If you lie with dogs you will end up with fleas.
