Thursday, 11 December 2008

Skywatch Friday - 15 May 2009

Now this is a picture I look at a lot when I need a fine weather fix. Clear blue skies and a beautiful calm blue sea. You might have already seen it, I have it on the side of my Blog. Yes, it's definitely one of my favourites.

It's a view of Kalithea Bay in Rhodes from a hotel we've stayed at about four times now. They have great gardens with lovely sweet smelling flowers. The beach is nothing to shout about but there's lots of lovely swimming pools.

Oh I'm dying to go back and yippee, not long to go now!

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Sykywatch Friday - 12 December 2008

Gateshead - Newcastle Millennium Bridge

I've eventually walked over the Gateshead - Newcastle Millennium Bridge! I think I was the only person in the North East who hadn't! Everyone I speak to has been over it many times but I hardly ever go to Newcastle. If I do, I just go to the main shopping area and never down to the Quayside.

My husband was 65 a couple of weeks ago and we decided to go out for a late lunch in Newcastle on the Quayside. Not only was it a late lunch, we were late too. I was walking as I took these photographs, the light wasn't too good and it was absolutely freezing, so they aren't exactly wonderful. I just had to record the occasion!

Tyne Bridge

This is a view of the Tyne Bridge taken from the Millennium Bridge. The struts (not sure if that's the correct terminolgy) of the Millennium Bridge are at the top edges of the picture.

If it looks familiar, the Tyne Bridge is a smaller version of the Sydney Harbour Bridge. It was built four years before the Sydney one by the same company Dorman Long, Middlesbrough. It's not as dramatic as the Sydney Harbour Bridge let's face it, that one stands alone over a really beautiful harbour.

This one was built in what was a highly industrialised area and has other bridges very close to it, carrying the traffic into and out of Newcastle upon Tyne. Nevertheless, it's well loved here in the North East.

I think a summer visit is in the offing to get some better pictures!

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Joyce The Librarian

I’ve always thought that librarians are stereotyped and get a raw deal. It’s the same whether it’s a TV sketch, film, limerick and in this case a song, Joyce the Librarian.

I heard it for the first time on the Alan Titchmarch radio programme on the way back from church. It was performed by Peter Skellern and Richard Stillgoe and I laughed all the way home. As I listened to it, I was reminded of how I enjoy your poems Brenda at Rinkly Rimes

Unfortunately I can't find that version on You Tube which is a pity because it's a very good recording. There are a couple of others but they're not very good. Anyway, with apologies to librarians out there, here's the lyrics:

Joyce The Librarian

Joyce the librarian
Strict vegetarian
Forty and living with mum.
Wears sandals and glasses
Attends evening classes
And wonders if romance will come.
Though she'd never been kissed
It's not something she'd missed
Until some weeks before;
When George, a rotarian,
Handsome lotharian,
Walked through the library door.

George was unmarried
And the torch that Joyce carried
Was burning a hole in her heart
She wanted to show him
But didn't yet know him
She didn't know where to start
So with growing abhorrance
She read D.H. Lawrence
To glean a few ideas . . .
Which she turned down flat
She couldn't do that
Not in a million years!!

Joyce the librarian
Strict vegetarian
Was burning with animal lust
Alarming sensations
Strange palpatations
A mix of delight and disgust
So she busied herself
Rearranging the shelf
To try to control her dreams.
Joyce the librarian
The disciplinarian
Was falling apart at the seams.

The very next day
She kept out of the way
When George returned his books
But with growing conviction
She wandered through "Fiction"
And threw him some longing looks.
And when George joined the queue
She knew just what to do,
She smiled and removed her specs . .
Then looked in horror
'Cause he'd come to borrow "
The Further Joy of Sex".

Perhaps because latterly
She'd read "Lady Chatterley"
Something just snapped in her head;
She gave herself gladly,
Wildly, madly,
To George that night in his bed.
But then just as she'd feared
George disappeared
Some other librarian to woo.
Now there's a sob in her voice
As both book and Joyce
Are a fortnight over due.
Richard Stilgoe & Peter Skellern