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Saturday night we rushed to the Thorngate Halls http://www.thorngatehalls.co.uk/ to check out our local folk band ‘Swinging the Lead’ which features the lovely Max (also member of Gardener, see Fairport Convention blog below) on various lovely stringed things including a bouzouki, and our matey Dan Ogus on bass. They also have a fiddler and a great vocalist and sorry guys I don’t know your names! Please add them in the comments if you read this and you know! They describe themselves as the antidote to boy bands! We had a great evening, I didn’t stop singing along all the way through, they were terrific, never once told me to shut up! I even caught myself still rocking back and forward when they weren’t playing, not sure what that was about, may have to see someone…..

Anyway, been writing poems as always and thought I’d post you one to read in case you are having trouble sleeping at night!

Distance

It’s just no good, I’ve hit a wall,
I’ve no resources left at all.
I need to sleep, to rest, to play,
I need to sit and loaf all day
And do the things of little use
Except to loosen off the noose
Of working life, the daily toil,
That keeps us fed and often spoils
The quiet moments where the joy
Of little girl and little boy
Should triumph, keeping our attention
Not wander off to that invention
Built to keep us tame and quiet
Feeding us with death and riot,
Safely here within the home,
The castle with the careful dome
Of distance from the other people
Who try to climb our slippery steeple,
Reaching out, but all in vain,
She’s watching the TV again.