Monday, 16 February 2009

Down Memory Lane.

From left to right ... Harry, Brian, Me and Tracy. Possibly taken at the back of our old house at 131 Greenwell Street.

Saturday, 14 February 2009

Neighborhood Bully

Well, the neighborhood bully, he's just one man,
His enemies say he's on their land.
They got him outnumbered about a million to one,
He got no place to escape to, no place to run.
He's the neighborhood bully.

The neighborhood bully just lives to survive,
He's criticized and condemned for being alive.
He's not supposed to fight back, he's supposed to have thick skin,
He's supposed to lay down and die when his door is kicked in.
He's the neighborhood bully.

The neighborhood bully been driven out of every land,
He's wandered the earth an exiled man.
Seen his family scattered, his people hounded and torn,
He's always on trial for just being born.
He's the neighborhood bully.

Well, he knocked out a lynch mob, he was criticized,
Old women condemned him, said he should apologize.
Then he destroyed a bomb factory, nobody was glad.
The bombs were meant for him.
He was supposed to feel bad.
He's the neighborhood bully.

Well, the chances are against it and the odds are slim
That he'll live by the rules that the world makes for him,
'Cause there's a noose at his neck and a gun at his back
And a license to kill him is given out to every maniac.
He's the neighborhood bully.

He got no allies to really speak of.
What he gets he must pay for, he don't get it out of love.
He buys obsolete weapons and he won't be denied
But no one sends flesh and blood to fight by his side.
He's the neighborhood bully.

Well, he's surrounded by pacifists who all want peace,
They pray for it nightly that the bloodshed must cease.
Now, they wouldn't hurt a fly.
To hurt one they would weep.
They lay and they wait for this bully to fall asleep.
He's the neighborhood bully.

Every empire that's enslaved him is gone,
Egypt and Rome, even the great Babylon.
He's made a garden of paradise in the desert sand,
In bed with nobody, under no one's command.
He's the neighborhood bully.

Now his holiest books have been trampled upon,
No contract he signed was worth what it was written on.
He took the crumbs of the world and he turned it into wealth,
Took sickness and disease and he turned it into health.
He's the neighborhood bully.

What's anybody indebted to him for?
Nothin', they say.
He just likes to cause war.
Pride and prejudice and superstition indeed,
They wait for this bully like a dog waits to feed.
He's the neighborhood bully.

What has he done to wear so many scars?
Does he change the course of rivers?
Does he pollute the moon and stars?
Neighborhood bully, standing on the hill,
Running out the clock, time standing still,
Neighborhood bully.

Bob Dylan, born Robert Allen Zimmerman May 24 1941 in Duluth, Minnesota in the USA.

Thursday, 5 February 2009

The hair on the back of my neck.

The Romanian Quartett who sang in our church Wednesday 3rd December 2008. Amazing voices that filled our meeting house with sound and made the hair stand up on the back of my neck!

Tuesday, 3 February 2009

Happy Birthday To Me.

Just realised I am 49 today!

Does God believe in David Attenborough?

Article from the Daily Express 3/2/2009.

GOD is not Mocked!

Before ...

This message — except the “probably” — has been approved by Richard Dawkins,
scientist and author of “The God Delusion.”

... After ...

Thousands of people have been unable to travel in London as snow disrupted the city's transport network.
Only limited bus routes were running in central London and Tube lines, including the suspended Circle line, coped with the effects of the weather.
London Mayor Boris Johnson suspended the city's congestion charge for the day and said authorities had done "pretty well" under the circumstances.

Mr Johnson said: "I think we've done pretty well in what are absolutely extraordinary circumstances.
"There's no doubt about it, this is the right kind of snow, it's just the wrong kind of quantities.
"My message to the heavens is: 'You've put on a fantastic display of snow power but that is probably quite enough'."

Psalm 147 v,s 15 - 18
"He sendeth forth his commandment upon earth: his word runneth very swiftly.
He giveth snow like wool:he scattereth the hoarfrost like ashes.
He casteth forth his ice like morsels: who can stand before his cold?
He sendeth out his word, and meltelt them: he causeth his wind to blow, and the waters flow."