Karaoking and Joking
The last show saw an attempt by Russell and Chrissie Hynde (lead singer of the Pretenders) to do a live Karaoke version of "Islands in the Stream" for our listening pleasure. What started off as a fun sing-a-long, turned into pure comedy when they started bickering at each other to "do it properly". Now I can make no claims myself on being able to touch (let alone hold) a note but I do understand the appeal of karaoke.
Deep down we all envision ourselves as Rock stars, MC's, crooners and funkateers. Upon hearing the right song, who hasn't grabbed the nearest roll on/clothes brush/light saber and sang their heart out when no-one's around? Karaoke taps into the performer in all of us,that little tiny voice that dreams of being heard.
It was three such voices in the forms of Russell, Jonathan Ross and David Walliams who decided, against better judgement, to go up on stage at a Morrissey concert and inform the crowd that the gig was cancelled due to Moz falling ill. Needless to say, the reaction was understandably far from pleasant. Luckily there wasn't a Karaoke machine available, otherwise someone may well have been enticed to perform a rendition of "I will Survive!".
"C'mon guys, let's do it Properly!!!"
"At first I was afraid.... I was petrified...."
Free Billy
Much like cracks in the pavement,
Serenade the retracing of familiar steps,
Onto unfamiliar stages, knowing full well the wages,
Of a misplaced proclaiment is a well-placed regret,
Swept up in Bros-mania, or trapped in X-Box insania,
Are they "Jesters of malice" or messengers tragic?
Assisting the magic to explain the rouge of all traders.
Extensions in vain are but screaming islands who blame,
The streams and estuaries for the mess we see,
Karaoking and Joking, except during sex you see,
So as mother and daughter are escorted to the land with no name,
Hey, don't hate the players... just hate the game!
Gee! *waves again*
I couldn't catch but the last hour or so of the show, so I didn't heard -or most probably did, but didn't catch it- that the Chrissie woman over there was Chrissie Hynde! I knew I had heard that voice before...^_^
The karaoke part was so so funny, lol. And I'm actually impressed, Russell has a very nice voice. As I'm a newbie, plus a foreign one, I'm now discovering things everyone knows since forever, as the When I'm 64 version. I love that song, and really, thumbs up, Russell.
Oh, and by the way:
Deep down we all envision ourselves as Rock stars, MC's, crooners and funkateers. Upon hearing the right song, who hasn't grabbed the nearest roll on/clothes brush/light saber and sang their heart out when no-one's around? Karaoke taps into the performer in all of us,that little tiny voice that dreams of being heard.
Spot on, Gee. I have never sung in a public karaoke -- I would die of embarrasment, and although I don't make vases explode, I don't think I'd be remembered for my sweet voice either... But you're so right, the appeal is so strong that given the right incentive, any of us would end up on stage making faces and striking poses, lol.
Nos vemos!
BeLa
I laughed my socks off at the kareoke! when russell and chrissie started arguing over whos turn it was to sing, it was just like being in a pub!! lol
great poem gee you should publish them.
boodu
I had my head in my hands when Russell started talking about mother/daughter porn. It was harrowing! Hahah. So funny. Will the malevolent and self-depreciating voice within ever let him forget that one? I doubt it, poor fella.
"Russell.. Russell! I'd just like to remind you of that time you had Chrissie Hynde on the show, and you said.. and I believe this is verbatim... "
It really was a cringeworthy moment. first the morrissey gig and then asking chrissie about mother/daughter scenarios.
I could imagine Matt and gee wanting to hide somewhere. it was sooooooooooooo embarassingly funny I love it!
I was at the Morrissey gig on Friday night when Russell bounded onto the stage to tell us that sadly Moz was ill and would not be able to continue with the show. I was of course disappointed but more concerned for Morrissey than anything. I was utterly appalled by some of the reactions of people in the audience to this announcement, how a true Morrissey fan can act like a complete hooligan (throwing bottles/pint glasses/coins) and not just feel sorry for Moz and want to wish him well is beyond me. He wouldn't have cancelled the show unless he really had to, the poor man would have been deverstated knowing he was letting his fans down and wouldnt have taken a decision like that lightly. The atmosphere was dreadful, and there were some pretty ugly scenes as people left the Roundhouse. Russell did very well considering the circumstances and suffered a lot of unnecessary abuse trying to defend Morrissey.
Well done Russ, you're heart was in the right place. I look forward to the rescheduled dates and to seeing a healthy and happy Morrissey in the near future!
I was at the gig and I love russells show but I could tell you that anyone who has the unfortunate task of tellin a crowd that a show is cancelled should be prepared to expect a harsh reaction. did russell ross and walliams really think that the crowd were going to cheer them? If you pay money to see morrissey then morrisseys who you want to see. the crowd didn't boo because they hated russell, they booed because they were disappointed at the night being cancelled.
i DARE Mr Gee to do a poem that doesnt rhyme next week.
I took a massive beemer listening to last weeks podcast, it was embarrassing to the max......
it was embarrassing max.... turbo extreem millenium edition 2.
congrats on this weeks show guys! (2 feb)
way to ruin it for everyone, yeah.
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oh yeah an ps guys, yeah, there's a rumour going about that people have to DO their jobs.... dunno, just a rumour at the minute, but definately something to think about, yeah?
ok? good talk guys.
lol, (if you dont understand that, well, i feel sorry for you)
viva la revolution (to the max!)
lol
Situated in a snickering tree
Is a terrible pun of confectionary
Did I did
Or do I don,t
Dont ask me
I,m only
mindin mw own business
Stick that sticker on the product for me will ya
It needs defining to meet the quota
Gosh and golly,
AY!
Dont touch my dolly
We avnt even got to know each other
peropper-lolly
Av you sin the new fin
Its so jolly
Made me want to reach for the trolley
Cor, aw my gawd
Get me head together
tergever, fer ever
trite pointless ryming rythems
make it ryme, in time
roll,lollup, inteligent jollup.
How did it leave you, orgasmic,sad, poignant
touch the spot that no other beers can
Transparent, dire, edges.
What are the rules, tattoo them in my
Perifferal place
Where soul meets haste
being is percieved
Can I buy it please.
How much to keep the present
al eminent
not benevolant
concious haze apeased.
I would like to keep it teased
Infuse a sense of real humour into the real.
Ha ha ha.
Whos not laughing
Quick scan
Right your the larkin
Identified by your parkin
Whats the scam
Ok
DONT step on the cracks in the pavement
Or you'll become empailed in the moment
Right give me the towel
Now, I,m makin a statement
Throwing nit in,
Harry Hill
cold flannel on face
Calm down mate
Its gonna be all right
What
That we,ll face
Tears
sunshine smile
self questioning open eyes
Adjustment to the other side
Stay still
Dwindle away
Sprint, run, fast
Give me your shirt for a sail
Together we,ll make a mast
I dont know what the heck you're on about
I can see the words forming in your mouth
But,mate, sorry its all I can do not to laugh
The nonsense coming out is
goobledy gobble,
exstenuous wobble
Give us a cuddle
I,m having a struggle.
If i distract for a minute
Ther,ll be farse
Watch how I move and make to lose
All that we've got together
A basic need
Self protection heed
Let silence prevail
Listen the connection
Its there
Open and aware
We're resounding in the same founding
Concurrent
Panic subside
Base line to ride
Instinct to touch
Need to create
Its all there on the plate.
THe pain of existance pull away extinction
On your back I will glide
Youll not get the better of me
Chastised you,ll creep back
To the noise shouting josteling jolting
Engraciated, self deprivated
Wounded scarred,a creature marred
Sits in silence
Awaites the
hand
to lift and heal
I'll follow steal
The road less travelled find meaning in the addled
A corpse for a day
A bride
Way hay
Squandering pondering
squinting in the distance
Got a light mate
I,m on the subsistence
Have a good day mate
HELLOAUW!
Whadaya know!
Its nearly Saturday.
We had the best bits last week.
They were artfully put together. The show was great and meaningful. The bits seemed to reflect a bit of a journey.
Gosh, when you sit down and think of all thats happened in the laST YEAR, THE MIND BOGGLES. oN SO MANT LEVELS ITS BEEN AMAZING.
tHE FILMING IN hAWAII AND APPARENT IMPRISONMENT LIVING AS AN EXILE.
tHEN the wurlwind tour.
The ice cream van.
Doing the Americy tour in search of Jack K.
The spiritual evolving has been equally eye opening.
The thing is with two guys like Mat and Russ is you never know what they,re going to do next. Coz they re so fresh.
Ground breaking just seems to come with the teritory.
There have been highs and lows.
Impeeding migranes have not stood as an obsticle.
We have all benefitted from the Sat show and it seems to have been an interesting thing to be in the weekly lives of Mat Gee and Russ. A culmination of all the things going on in between.
Wherever you have been, you have tried to broadcast the show. So its as if we,ve been there with you.
Doing the show while apearing infront of 40000 people at Wembly was a feat.
Giving us the chance to imagine you travelling through America, sharing about how it affected you at the time was lovely. Picturing the sunsets and sunflowers.
All the time hankering after home, but being inriched by the journey of travel to heighten your senses and allowing you to reflect.
All in all the year has been amazing.
Well done and thankyou fore letting us be part of it.
It is ever changing and yet always the same,nice!
I,m really looking forward to what the future holds.
You guys will never go stagnant, because youve got each other.
I hope you always have a show where we can feel part of your lives like we do.
Big kiss.
Hello there,
spring has sprung today.
The weather is gorgeuos.
I went to a lovely cafe for a relax, sat in a swing chair, overlooking the sea and beach, it was a real suntrap.
I had ordered my coffee and a pot of tea for littlun, who was at the foyer talking to the parrot.
I took my lovely novel out of my bag and sank into the story.
I love this book about a gypsy girl with a misterious past, on the run from killers in 18th century Boston. I was trying to engross myself.
But the gentility not being so gentile anymore were all barging past me looking in a harrassed way at the stot I had bagged and sort of giving me the evils at the same time.
As I tried to get into it again a hoard of about six people took up residence at a table near me and were hell bent on making as much noise as they could, not allowing me the opportunity to chill out.
I looked at them briefly and they were all about sixty. All talking at once. Obviously on holiday.
The women were all laughin loudly like hyenas, retrospectively it sounded like a sort of teritorrial call of the wild.
My world of tranquility and theirs of the bingo hall were not going to meet.
I was slightly agitated by them.
When they placed their orders they were calling out " Ill have a capuccino", and " mines a latte"
The whole panache of cafe culture and its sophistication evaporated at that point as it crossed the generational divide.
More expressions like,"I,ve had an all day breakfast", just made me lose interest in the houte cuisine of food to be savoured as the blanket one size fits all of an all day breakfast was proclaimed.
When they settled down I managed to get into my book.
What a snob I am.
But sometimes, at the times when I dint want to play up, but act like the lady of the manor, I do wish there was more of a class divide.
It just wont do to have all these working people engratiating themselves with the better things in life, if they are going to make my life more uncomfortable.
No
I,m only joking, most of the time, especially when I,m with fiends,[I,m socially challanged], I embarras them with my boistrous attitude and do uncouth things.
Years ago in a tea shop in Eton. I was incensed by the proprietor staring as we had our tea, SO i DID A LOUD BURP. i DIDNT REALLY INTEND FOR IT TO BE AS LOUD AS IT WAS,BUT MY FRIENDS WALKED OUT AND WOULDNT TALK TO ME.
caps lock, shoutin sorry.
A place where it is especially difficult to behave is at church.
I always try to take over the service.
At one service the pastor pointed at me and said" I,m sick of people saying they OUGHT to be somewhere, I ought to be the worship leader,well your NOT, I ought to be the pastor well youre not. You can stay there!
I was so humiliated as he paced up and down at the front of the church.
I actually got thrown out of a church, I was going to because I was just too challanging.
Saying what I thought.
I had been to another church and the pastor was questioning me about it.
I said that they all worship the same Jesus so what was the problem.
He proceeded to lecture me about why they are different and you shouldnt chop and change and I asked him to show me where it said that in the Bible.
I was asked to leave within a coupla weeks. THE DESPOT!!!!!
Church is suposed to be a representation of heaven. So why is everyone focusing on people and the traditions of the church, They seem to worship how they do things above why they do them.
EY!
Churches!
Cut ther trap and let Jesus shine through.
OH no they wouldnt want that because it would mean they wouldnt have the control.
And if people feel forgiven and set free from guilt and the requirments of the world they would have a riot on their hands.
They wouldnt be able to justify the small minded dogmatism or the insular setup established to perpetuate a well oiled business that looks good in the eyes of the world.
But instead just makes the world sneer in contempt of it.
Like someone coppying the way you dress to get in with you.
The church is not called top look good by the eyes of the world, it is called to let Jesus speak and minister in the assembly of believers.
Like a sort if sollution that is able to hold things together.
Me as a single mother will never really be excepted into the mould. Yes I did spell it right.
Sometimes I feel more constricted in my love of God in Church.
The church God is very particular and only likes a certain sort of behaviour wheras my God likes me to be me.
He certainly likes me to be honest about who I am.
There we are.
Love you
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
I missed you guys on Saturday night.
xx
Whoa, what's with the long and fantastic odd post when I wasn't looking? --By the way, Gee, if you are not Darling, you have real competition there... ;)
May I join in? :D give me strenght dear, what a rant! *thumbs up* I'm in no position of commenting about your -or anyone's, really- social skills, since I'm a mix of extroversion and social awkwardness, but dear, embarrassing your friends is always embarrasing, lol. But what really got my attention was your speech about churches.
When I was 10 -and not that this is of any interest, but I'm bored and no one's really reading this :D- I was about to do my First Communion, and being in a horrible religious school at the time, it meant religious exaltation.
I was an insufferable little girl, I've been told, because I was always "questioning authority". Which I wasn't, really. I was just questioning everything, so authority was just part of the lot, I guess. I still do now, but I unlike little me, I don't really have faith in finding anyone offering coherent responses. Whatever.
The thing is that I was really scared of churches. All those images were really terrifying for little me. "It's our Lord, you don't have to be afraid," they told me. But then I looked intently to those figures, and all I could see was suffering and pain. I told all of this to the poor priest in charge. And the usually sweet man turned into a severe Rottenmaier the moment he smelled questioning.
"Church is the house of God, Bela"
"So it's our house too"
"Of course"
"Then why my friend Hayah (I was born in Ceuta)can't take her first communion?"
"He's not christian."
"She goes to church, too"
"But not our church"
"What does it matter?"
*a bit more irritated* "Dear, people like her offend Our Lord"
"For going to another church?"
And I don't remember what exactly happened, but I was left there. And my my, the were right after all. I was that insufferable, lol.
I haven't been expelled from any, though, hehe. But the feeling that perhaps their God only want some type of people on his lines has never left me after that conversation, all those years ago. So I understand.
The church God is very particular and only likes a certain sort of behaviour wheras my God likes me to be me.
He certainly likes me to be honest about who I am.
There we are.
WOW. No God can be that good if he wants any other than honesty out of us.
Ever read Mario Benedetti? (Snobbin a little, lol).
"I do not know whether God exists or not, but if he does, I know he's not going to mind my doubts"
That's it.
And we better shut up before we start channeling Russell and start chanting, lol.
Besos!
~ Bela
Hi Russell and Gang,
Hope your all well,I have`nt listened to any of your shows in ages as ive been focusing on my new love interest and just aint had the time (its not that im not a loyal fan i really am jhonest russ!!!) Ive just got half way through Russell`s booky wooky wow what a guy to bear your soul like that, must have been such an offload for you Russell to let go of all those pent up feelings about your childhood and addictions well done cant have been easy re living some of those dark moments. When I came into work the other day some there was a small article ripped out of `The Sun` newspaper with the caption `Totally obessed with Russell` this thirty something girl wrote how she obsesses with Russell constantly listens to all his shows cant bear to miss anything hes on, someone was trying to give me a cruel message that somehow this girl was me, well im not exactly obsessed of course im going to follow such inspiring talenrt with Russell`s self depricating wit and smouldering looks what girl would`nt find that attractive, so whoever put that up in the office its not obsession I have dear its good taste so get back to your comedies with the silly one liners and unintelligant banter you phillistine (prob spelt wrong!!!) Ahh had to get that off my chest!! Right im going to bet back to this booky wooky as I cant leave it down for much longer I have`nt read anything as honest for a very long time.
Boi Boi guys keep up the good work.
Kara xxxxxx
Good afternoon you lovely bunch!!
Had to tell you about my hilarious weekend with my new boyfriend, hes got a six year old I was really nervous about meeting him and saying all the right stuff so that he would think of me as a lovely mary poppins character and not cruella da ville character who wasa trying to steal his daddy away from him!!! At one point we were alone together as daddy had just popped out to the shops I had beads of sweat rolling off my head littun must have sensed my nervousness, I sheepishly asked littun what he would like to play, he replied `How about I punch you in the face`? talk about breakin the ice!!! I thought i really like this kid wish i could say that when people were irritating me (especially my boss!!) This kid was observing me very closely there was no way i was getting away with any nonsense i can tell ya!! at one point he had a toy gun pointed at my head ready to pull the trigger if i dared tried to steal too much of his daddys affection!!! Wouldnt it be great to be a kid again no bullshit, or hidden agendas you just say what you like and let the adults deal with it!!! Russell loves kids he has the same unrestricted approach to life all naughty and completly lovely at the same time!!! I bumped into this lovely old lady today she is 91 and had such a beautiful face, she sort of appeared like a granny angel smelling of lilac and peppermints!! I asked her how she had managead looked so great and stayed so avtive, she told me she had never craved for anything, she had lost her husband around thirty years ago and went to a church as she was so depressed she said there was a poster with jeseus reaching his hands out with the caption `Lonliness is as big as the wall you build around you` I thought that was quite moving and so true its easy to so this when depression takes it grip on you, but getting back to the never craving anything statement in one of Russells Booky Wooky chapters he states that we are always wanting something but are never sure of what this is, and I wandered if the secret to self fufillment is not to crave so much but find happiness and contentment in what you already have. Anway just a thought I want to write loads more but im sneekily writing this on my sisters laptop.
Peace love and cuddly stuff to you all.
Kara xxxxxxxxxxx
Good afternoon Russ and Gang!!
I sent a very sarcastic e-mail to my manager yesterday about the lack of support in our mental health service. When I came in today she gave me a right dirty look and I gave her one back, you know like when dogs are about to growl at eachother thats what we must av looked like!! Ha Ha i like a bit of friction it brings things to the surface and stops the undercurrants from forming. We`ve never had good management we are asmall mental health service that supports people in the community we are a good bunch we try our best but management run the place like its Mc Donalds!!! Thank gawd for the clients they are a lovely bunch so inspiring despite all their hardships they plough on. Russell would love my clients they are alot similar to the guys he met when he was scoring drugs on the streets (thats not a put down russell its inspiring that you mingled with the less fortunate) I sometimes feel like giving up when ive had a bad day and then a client will cheer me up by saying how iv managed to turn things round for them (a bit of trumpet blowing there but dont get much praise at work whoah is me!!) and that keeps me going. I dont think we handle mental health very well in this country there is still such a stigma attached, schizophrenics are potrayed as knife welding beasts in the press when actually in real life they are just mid mannered people who are just trying to function in life despite the horrendus hallucinations and voices in their heads. Im astounded when i go to GP appointments with my clients and the GP looks right through them like they are ghosts and they communicate through me, this riles me up so much i usually end up giving the GP a right telling off!! So if GPs and other health professionals can be this ignorant what hope do these people have in being accepted by society?? At any one time in our lives we will suffer a mental health problem this may be mild depression, clinical depression or depression through circumstances. One in three people suffer with a mental health issue, that statistic has probably increased due to the challenging and difficult society we live in. Bi polar has become a bit of a trendy diagnosis that we see splashed all over the press (Brittany spears, Stephen Fry ect ect) I have friends with this illness and let me tell you something it is a veryt disturbing illness that leaves the person either completly flat and unable to function at all or they are so manic they cant stop almost like a person high on amphetimines. The point im trying to make is that none of us are invinciable from becoming mentally ill, i have suffered with horrendus depression since i was a teenager and have also experinced the ignorant attitudes from GP`s and other health care professionals.
I think we should all try and be a little bit more tolerant towards these people coz nobody knows how scary it must be to have a voice tormenting you over and over again or to suddenly have a horrible visual hallucations pop into your head, in my five years in mental health i have never once been attacked by a scizophrenic person they really are sensitive, gentle, kind and vunerable people just wanting an ounce of compassion and understanding of their illness.
Aahh ive had my rant now thanks for that!!!!
Karaxxxxxxxxxxxx
Thankyou for the encouraging comments BeLa.
Feedback is always a real boon when you live an insular life like mine.
Well I don't really, i just freak out when I have spent time with folk.
Re winding and analysing every detail, to understand the world,, printing my version onto what has transpired, from my perspective.
Then I can put it all outside of my box and stop feeling threatened. Fear is a powerful force.
When I see people I am so curious about the thing I come out with and the image I project.
There are frequently misgivings because, as I play the time back, I see that I go WAY out of what I find acceptable. Moving into territory that is not where I want to be.
Why the hell did I talk about that!
MMM I seem very interested in the way I am percieved by others.
Which foiballs they laugh at and react to, is often a surprise to me.
When at home on my own, I am striving to be good and an honest kind person, the opposoite comes out when I am in company. I am nasty, bitchy, judgemental and so very proud.
It has developed over the years. I realised today that at times I sit with a conviction that I am superior and deserving of such a position. But then realised how futile that position is.
There is nothing about that stance that will endear or ingretiate me to anyone.
I think its called brovado.
I didnt realize that the world cannot be changed from such a position.
It is so hard to relinquish my pride and sence of standing, with out feeling extreemly threatened. What a shame.
Our Rusty Lee has gawn orf to Americy to seek his fortune,
His parting words on the subject of Christianity or God was, that if youre good youll go to heaven or something like that.
I was sad, because that is the position and idea that most everybody has got.
Why must there be different religions. With different requirments.Even in the religions where they concur to the same basic ideas there is a vast plethera of difference that would cause uniquivical division.
Can we ever really come to a point of understanding to pass on and join us as humanity.
From country to country or brother to brother or even best friends,?
No , because we are all totally different creatures in every way. We can only touch on ideas, share convictions, but as we are not one being there will always be a point of divergance.
How can we ever be good enough to win gods favour. We can assimilate a culture and way of presenting ourselves to project a semblance of corporate identity.
But at the end of the day, we are complex beings with many moving fassets.
God seems to have made it this way, so that we cant print a form of ownership on his purposes.
We have a corruptable forse within us.
If we could touch taste and make solid, God, we would then need to translate him into out own identity and understanding.
So that we could then hide how something so glorious reflects us as wretched.
So God is transient, merging in and out of our world as we let him.
We can never look like god unless we truly reflect him. But sadly we do seem to get in the way.
Maybe the great nemesis ,s true nature is pride and the need to be fuly formed and glorious.
God doesnt need to be glorious because he already is.
Somewhere it says that we must be like little children.
Faith is childsplay.
Childsplay is very rewarding and the life juice of childeren though.
Its how they learn.
The greatest fear which sabotages everything is the fear of exposure.
Childeren are not afraid of this because they are who they are.
The GOOD NEws wil or may never be heard as it is too simple and confounds the intelegence of the inteligent.
So here we are, mankind all caught between a rock an a hard place.
Maybe that jpurney in itself is the intrinsic relationship we all crave.
But we fail to trust.
Because we are not automatically given the plan as to what will be the outcome.
So we decline.
Whatever God or goodness there is, It wont be found in the predictability of our lives or projections we put on it. It is sometihing we must ultimately look up to in wonder.
Oawar.... I,m dying for a wee now.
Soo gunna post that.
Sorry if it is garbled rubbish.
I,m not articulate. Its hard to put into words.
Love you
Thankyou for the encouraging comments BeLa.
Feedback is always a real boon when you live an insular life like mine.
Well I don't really, i just freak out when I have spent time with folk.
Re winding and analysing every detail, to understand the world,, printing my version onto what has transpired, from my perspective.
Then I can put it all outside of my box and stop feeling threatened. Fear is a powerful force.
When I see people I am so curious about the thing I come out with and the image I project.
There are frequently misgivings because, as I play the time back, I see that I go WAY out of what I find acceptable. Moving into territory that is not where I want to be.
Why the hell did I talk about that!
MMM I seem very interested in the way I am percieved by others.
Which foiballs they laugh at and react to, is often a surprise to me.
When at home on my own, I am striving to be good and an honest kind person, the opposoite comes out when I am in company. I am nasty, bitchy, judgemental and so very proud.
It has developed over the years. I realised today that at times I sit with a conviction that I am superior and deserving of such a position. But then realised how futile that position is.
There is nothing about that stance that will endear or ingretiate me to anyone.
I think its called brovado.
I didnt realize that the world cannot be changed from such a position.
It is so hard to relinquish my pride and sence of standing, with out feeling extreemly threatened. What a shame.
Our Rusty Lee has gawn orf to Americy to seek his fortune,
His parting words on the subject of Christianity or God was, that if youre good youll go to heaven or something like that.
I was sad, because that is the position and idea that most everybody has got.
Why must there be different religions. With different requirments.Even in the religions where they concur to the same basic ideas there is a vast plethera of difference that would cause uniquivical division.
Can we ever really come to a point of understanding to pass on and join us as humanity.
From country to country or brother to brother or even best friends,?
No , because we are all totally different creatures in every way. We can only touch on ideas, share convictions, but as we are not one being there will always be a point of divergance.
How can we ever be good enough to win gods favour. We can assimilate a culture and way of presenting ourselves to project a semblance of corporate identity.
But at the end of the day, we are complex beings with many moving fassets.
God seems to have made it this way, so that we cant print a form of ownership on his purposes.
We have a corruptable forse within us.
If we could touch taste and make solid, God, we would then need to translate him into out own identity and understanding.
So that we could then hide how something so glorious reflects us as wretched.
So God is transient, merging in and out of our world as we let him.
We can never look like god unless we truly reflect him. But sadly we do seem to get in the way.
Maybe the great nemesis ,s true nature is pride and the need to be fuly formed and glorious.
God doesnt need to be glorious because he already is.
Somewhere it says that we must be like little children.
Faith is childsplay.
Childsplay is very rewarding and the life juice of childeren though.
Its how they learn.
The greatest fear which sabotages everything is the fear of exposure.
Childeren are not afraid of this because they are who they are.
The GOOD NEws wil or may never be heard as it is too simple and confounds the intelegence of the inteligent.
So here we are, mankind all caught between a rock an a hard place.
Maybe that jpurney in itself is the intrinsic relationship we all crave.
But we fail to trust.
Because we are not automatically given the plan as to what will be the outcome.
So we decline.
Whatever God or goodness there is, It wont be found in the predictability of our lives or projections we put on it. It is sometihing we must ultimately look up to in wonder.
Oawar.... I,m dying for a wee now.
Soo gunna post that.
Sorry if it is garbled rubbish.
I,m not articulate. Its hard to put into words.
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Hey guys,
Dancing Caberet monkeys! Look at their shapely thighs!
Love the show, and the booky wook! I'm a guy and can relate to some things in there.
Mr Gee's poems make poetry cool again! (not since the renaissance has that happened).
Could you get Ol' Russ to spend a bit more time on the radio?? It's absolute comedian genius!
Olly.