Did what I hear you say?
Sang the opening bars of Summer The First Time by Bobby Goldsboro.
It was a hot afternoon,
the last day of June
and the sun was a demon.
I always sing that on the last day of June - can't for the life of me think why.
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"We've just had that one," said the other threequarters as we drove out to North Norfolk on Wednesday.
She was remarking on the repetition of a song by Barclay James Harvest called Galadriel which was the lyric I finished with yesterday.
Through the wonders of modern technology, I was playing music through my car stereo from my mobile phone and my Spotify account. To me this is all surreal. I was playing the extended version of my favourite album Once Again. I have a problem with these extended version albums that often run to multi CDs, not that I suspect too many people still buy CDs and you can now pick them up in some charity shops for peanuts.
These extended versions have multi versions of the same track. You know the kind of thing - a symphonic version with full orchestra followed by a scratchy mono version played in a bedroom on a solo guitar. It's nice to have different versions but it all becomes rather repetitive and loses the power of the basic original album.
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I was pondering on what has been a busy week. Days in Eastbourne and then North Norfolk, followed by a day at the Norfolk Show. So yesterday was a bit of a lighter day. At 10 am I walked down to the Methodist Church to help put the chairs and tables out for an afternoon tea and music event. Then I had lunch with my mate Mel where we discussed all matters village and then had coffee with cousin Belinda where we discussed all matters that matter.
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I received notification yesterday that my Just Giving page set up for my 2022 1,500 mile walk in aid of the East Anglian Air Ambulance is being shut down in a few days' time. This is the end of that particular charity push which resulted in over £1500 being raised and thank you again for everyone who sponsored me.
This year I'm walking a more modest 1000 miles but for my own fitness and not to raise money. I'm well on target to achieve this. We didn't walk around the Norfolk Showground as much as usual on Thursday due to the morning rain but still managed just under five miles without really trying.
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I read a few days ago that former international referee Norman Burtenshaw has died. I have mentioned Norman before.
I first came across him when I reported on his presentation to Norwich Rotary Club when I was working in Norwich.
Then when I moved to become a reporter at Beccles in Suffolk, Norman was manager of the local branch of the Gateway Building Society and our paths crossed on numerous occasions. It was Norman who got us our first mortgage in a matter of days when mortgages were hard to come by.
I always got on well with him and enjoyed his tales about football. He had a very long life, dying at the age of 97.
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I was browsing books in our library yesterday and had some time to kill and so read a few pages, including extracts from a volume by football commentator Clive Tyldesley.
There was a whole chapter on Brian Clough and what a strange character he was. It was good to have my views of this man confirmed. I was only in his presence for a few seconds but he's by far and away the rudest man I have ever come across.
I have talked about my brief encounter with Clough before so won't repeat it here. Suffice it to say that Clive Tyldesley makes no secret of how difficult Clough was to deal with. edit.