A New Age
Yes best beloved, it's once again reached that time of the year in the "Brand Annual Calendar" where the big man himself will be actively seeking extra praise and attention (as if we could give any more?). In the past it's been suggested by Russell, that the 4th of June should be declared the first worldwide public holiday where all mankind should be peaceful, loving and give each other a cuddle! This statement was however quickly retracted once it was pointed out to him that all the shops, restaurants and taxi firms would effectively be shut on that day, meaning that he'd probably have to spend his entire birthday stuck at home doing nothing. Saying that though, I know that he's got a quite a heavy filming schedule this week, so I doubt that he's going to be doing much celebration this time around..
It was great to see Matt back in the proverbial "Hot Seat" and t'was good to do another live transmission, where we can have all the people calling/texting and e-mailing in (trust me, your input really does add to the show's magic). I tend to view our broadcasts as essentially being events of "mad improvisation", where the comedy (and the poetry for that matter) is always born of the moment. So Matt "sacrificing" Mikey's plastic inflatable cow live-on-air really did have to be done in a bid to symbolically purge this world of the evil of bigotry. Obviously, Mikey was a bit upset (he'd apparently raised that cow since it was just a "wee lil' calf" in his tiny box of toy farmyard animals!). After the show we sat him down and explained to him that in every Revolution there are unavoidable consequences but also that the world will soon be a better place.
Ahhh.....the Revolution! how long have we dreamed of a world united by Peace, Respect and mutual Understanding? Actually in the past, Russell and I have had many deep conversations on a huge range of subjects often highlighting the pains and woes of modern society. Unfortunately in many cases some of our initial ideals would tend to drift off sometimes:
"Gee, we need to use our talents to help usher in a new age of tolerance between the different genders, races, religions and sexualities"
"Yes, art can indeed be used as a powerful tool to help promote thought within people"
"Exactly! I use comedy and you use poetry but we both want our audiences to think for themselves about the world in which they live"
"That's true, nobody wants to be preached to. People like to be given time to come to their own conclusions"
"And........if certain female members of the audience suddenly come to the 'conclusion' that they wish to sleep with us?"
"Well Russell..... in every Revolution there are (cough) unavoidable consequences!"
"Whoo hoo!!!! this Revolution sounds like fun!"
So send in your birthday wishes, suggestions for the grand home-coming or simply tell us what you did on June 4th to promote peace. Don't let the sacrifice of Mikey's plastic cow have been in vain..... keep the Revolution alive!
Party Time
It's your party,
You can cry if you want to,
Realise you belong too,
Going 'Live' has been long due,
Improvised and impromptu,
All the pinyatas you've gone through,
That's why the people smile with "Gypsy Eyes" while their dials are locked on "2"
It's on you, combatting all this guinea-pig voodoo,
Matt's explained his lack of "Confacting" so we're back with the full crew,
He's also explained the Watershed in terms of a tin-roof,
Let's see if we can explain Cocoa Pops to all the rioting troops!
I'm well and truly stumped to find something rhyming with "Month",
It'll be easier for me to open a shark cage and just wait for the crunch!
So be it Mikey's cow deflating or a ventriloquist's tour,
Laugh, Cry and Smile if you want to, because this party is yours.
Happy Birthday Russell,
Amazing show from start to finish, except for that poor cow!
nice little show and poem that was.
Happy Birthday Russell.
You're getting old. :p
erm *cough*
Happy Birthday to yoo
Happy Birthday to yoo
Happy Biiiiiirthdaaaaay deeeaar Ruuuusssseeellll
Happy Birthday tooo yooo!
Take your fingers out of your ears NOW - for it is safe to do so.
In honour of your Birthday call to cuddles I shall be revolting whenever possible today – but in a peaceful and loving way of course. :) (Hence the above singing which could also be put down to my experiencing an unnatural sugar high at work.)
I hope you didn’t have to work too hard today and had time for a little Birthday frolic!
xx
Happy Birthday ol'russ u beautiful brute
luvoooxXx
Happy birthday you swine - love ooooooo
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Happy Birthday Russell :)
Viva La Revolution!
xxx
Indeed, I hope yesterday went beautifully for Russell and for everyone else! I celebrated by simply musing in the sunshine. What a way to be at peace.
xxxx
Gee, check your Myspace...important missive...
Its Donalds.....I mean Russell's Birthday,
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YA!,
Happy Birthday,
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YA!
Good luck mate!!Hope your having a "SAVAGE" time over in 'La la land.'
#Jipsy awww I love you Jipsy#!!!!
WHEEEEE REVOLUTION!
Lets revolte n...............OW!!
Love ya mate!
Luke
Here we are again, Thursday afternoon, in the internet bar. Its no way to live a life. I.m suposed to be either going to Winstanton to the violin shop to have some new more forcefull sounding stings put on littluns violin. Not going to happen! The whole idea of waiting for the bus and hanging around at the shops while he refits the new ones, just doesnt inspire me. I am also meant to have picked the new books on the theory of music up from Music is Life in Bosconioum, again not going to happen.The books are there but we just hav,nt been bothered to walk the 40 minute walk to get them.We,ve got a music lesson tommorrow at ten, and I can assure you that Jack is not going to be pleased. The director of the Symphony Orchestra, who has invested his time into us and we just recipricate by being sluggish. I, ll just have to try and charm my way out of the situation.
Not long till Russells back. I wonder how it will feel after being away for so long? The ocean/channel in this country is alot cooler but very refreshing, certainly not for the feint hearted. Give it a month or so and it will be nice. In Bournemouth there are a lot of new luxery developments going up as they are regenerating the area. The plans are to build a reef, the first in the country, so that surfing conditions can be nice all the time. Jonathan Ross has a country place in Swanage. Its nice to get away from all the smog. Russell could have his own out of town hidaway, and keep up his new found surfing skills.
I spose when Russ gets back it will be straight back to the drawing board of doing shows all over the country every night.
I quite like the idea of a cultural revolution though. I met a friend on the way back from cadets last night. She was in a nice bar, we went in and to our surprise found that we would not be turfed out til 10.30. Amazing for this country. In Europe they are so much more chiid freindly. Children are allowed out to socialize in adult places. Spain is child friendly. People possitively seem to hate kids in this country. They are forced to stay in. The attitude to alchohol is completely different too. A drink is seen as a healthy part of life and tha whole ethos of getting hammered is dissapated.
This friend of mine came back to my place and we sat talking until about 2 in the morning. She, s a hippie and is looking for her eutopia, longing to go and live in some kind of a commune in the nature of the countryside, having a more organic lifestyle. She hates living in a builtup area where society seems to be so chaotic.
We were trying to seek out the true meaning and journey of life. Looking at what certain relationships we choose mean.
As an independent woman with an alternative look at life for the equality of women she was saying that wicker and wichcraft was empowering and liberating . I had to take my blinckers off, which was really difficult , as I,m a devout believer in the Bible.It would have shown my own conviction be weak, to have waved away something she had valued.
The problem with organised religion is that, especially within the Christian community, when there is a catharsis and people really feel the power of their higher being, with the potential to change their lives, the Church then steps in and owns what God is doing, the things that no man can do ,touching the parts that no man can touch. Then they start replacing the life giving power of God with the "church family life" This would involve expecting the person to morfe and take on the corporate identity of what that church deems good. The person loses their identity and all of the deep personal things are swept under the carpet to give a big fake smiling pious face. A load a rubbish. The way forward to my mind aint wicker and witch craft, apologies to all of you out there with a leaning in that area. But if people can find truth through anything,then take the good and leave the bad.
Rather than religion with all its differences, why cant the universal religion encorporate the sacred rights of individuals access to self esteem and self worth. Ragardless of colour, creed, and orientation, there is something that goes deeper, What rules and observenses can ever really have the power to elavate a persons soul. External disceplins cannot give life and love.
Well onto another subject. Russell youre well outa the big brother scene. After last nights, terrible mistake, one of the young contestants used a very offensive word, that she had probably heard on MTV in rap songs and taken out of context. Using it to a black girl while dancing. Another life ruined, from bieng embroilled in the reality show. There are no safe guards to protect the contestants anymore.
Once in a Blue Moon I send a poem out...
I am a noisy woman
I love to laugh and shout.
I 'm a lucky woman -
got a lot to laugh and shout about!
Happy belated birthday Russell! and welcome back to lovely dirty London. Indiana Jones said that `it’s not the years but the mileage that counts`. So though still a sprightly young beauty you must in fact be as ancient as the grave. On your birthday I promoted the idea of peace by putting in the garden some crumbled, home-made flapjack for the baby birds that have just fledged. I didn’t realise however that I was just baiting the trap for the local stray cat. As soon as a baby started to munch happily on the buttery, oaty goodness, Onion pounced, ripped the head off the baby and eyed me malevolently while he chewed it. I felt hideously guilty and retched into the Buddlia. Peace indeed. As long as instincts are ingrained into the blueprint there can never be peace.
I went to church on Sunday for the first time in ages.
It was so odd to be there after such a long time. While not attending I have become rather free to think and behave in ways that don,t envolve holy reverence.
Well, the holy communion was bieng passed around. I invited my friend,s child to take one.
He chose the largest piece of bread and started dunking it in the non alcoholic wine, then sucking the bread.
When everyone drank and ate this holy sacriment, the little boy had put the little clear plastic cup over his mouth and had caused a vacuem, like kids do, and can let go of the cup with it attatched to lips that are sucked into the cup. The church was deathly quiet and to release the cup was proving to be noisy. I just averted my attention so as not to feel too ashamed.
Well for some reason in the silence, my mind was carried away into my own world of Homer Simson thinking of Donuts,and without any concious choice it absolutely filled with the anthem theme tune of Harry Potter. I had to stop myself because I found meself whisseling the first note of the tune, then managed to realise, with moderate heart palpatation, and stary eyes the weight of what I was doing. Thank goodness I did, I must have been so distracted, and far to used to bieng comfortable with,my dreaming. Wholly innapropriate in the circumstances!
I was at a loss when people came up to me and asked me where I had been for so long.
I started embellishing weak reasons that could justify my absence. It wouldv bin so wrong to say that I,d been away because I didnt like it. There,d have been pistols at dawn.
In the words of Telly tubbies, "Run away, Run away!"
Oh, I have just been informed that they cant talk. Parhaps theydav had a better experience of church.mmmm not for the feinthearted. methinks!