So, why am I posting?
Well, I like to sit at the computer, for a while, when I wake up.
This morning I had a pretty rough start to the day - my bells are playing up.
When I was driving for Murray Roberts (this is going back to the 70s) I wrote a song:
"Dickery dickery dobbits,
I'm the man from Murray Roberts.
I'll deliver your grog,
You can drink like a hog,
I'm the man from Murray Roberts.
(slowly) Man from Murray Roberts."
Murray Roberts was a liquor outlet on Adelaide Road in Newtown. From memory, I don't think it had a possessive apostrophe in the second part of its name.
Lots of boys I know got jobs there, including Peter and Robert (now old boys). I was the first 'boy' to work there. I got the job through a guy named Danny C (I can't remember how his surname was spelt), an old school friend who, like Peter, was in the P classes. We'd met earlier when we were both working at the Wellington Gas Company. I got two brothers and two friends jobs at Murray Roberts - Robert, Chris, Peter and Tony. Unfortunately, my Murray Roberts song never took off, but I used to sing it while I was out delivering grog.
Actually, none of my songs or tunes have ever taken off. Around 1979 I wrote a show that was performed by a couple of secondary schools. It was called Seaview Appleby. It was about a town where people optimistically said, "You can see the sea from here." Actually, it was 56 miles inland. I still have the words to quite a few of the songs in my head.
"There's a story that's told
In the township of Appleby,
That on a clear day
A sea view is at hand.
But, if you know the facts,
It doesn't add up very logically,
from fifty six miles inland."
The idea for the show came from when I was living (teaching) in Taumarunui. Locals used to often say, "On a clear day you can see the mountain." They were talking about Mount Ruapehu.
In my story, men's importance was shown by the tallness of their hat. The most important guy had a hat that was about a metre high. All good fun.
The band for the show was the young PBs.
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| A photo from much later. |
Actually, the PBs are having a play tomorrow. We're practising a song that we intend to record. It is written by the oldest PB and it's about Dick Turpin. Early relatives of ours (great grandfather and great-great grandfather?) wrote books (called Penny Dreadfuls) about Dick. I think that the intention is to put something on Facebook.
I've decided not to worry too much about bass practice at the moment, though I will try to do a little bit. The old bell trouble seems to have zapped quite a bit of my energy.
It's much easier to get around with a violin. Fortunately, the PBs want me on violin tomorrow.
Well, that's about it for today.
Don't worry, Peter will write a post soon. Robert is turning out to be a mega star on Facebook!
Ciao tutti.
6 commenti:
I've visited Dick Turpin's grave in York. In fact, I used to walk past it often when walking around York. It sits alone in a large green area in the centre of the town. Perhaps you could visit your ancestor's grave sometime (and bury that bloody silly song with him).
Take care with your health and don't worry about nextThursday if you are feeling unwell.
Yes, take care with your health and don't worry about next Thursday if you are feeling unwell. Actually its a safe bet that Thursday will happen even if you are well.
Save that silly little comment for your Facebook posts.
Oops - I misread what you wrote. I thought you said that your ancestor was Dick Turpin. Maybe I was thinking of your Richard's Bass Bag Tours where you hold unsuspecting tourists to ransom.
👍 Thanks. Fingers crossed that I'll feel better.
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