Guy who?

Remember, remember…..
Trying to explain to young Bing, quite how we have progressed from a bonfire commemorating the burning of Guy Fawks to the extraordinary crash bang wallops, flashes and whooshes that shake the air at this time of year, is a job indeed.
Like an awful lot of our furry friends this is not a delight, and Bingo is not one for hanging around in the open, once ‘hostilities’ commence!

When I look back, the fireworks of my youth are as nothing, compared with the mini weapons of massed destruction that oscillate and rage over the local gardens and fields. Let’s face it, old Guy is probably unknown to our young folk, and certainly they’d expect more than a penny for him!

I have to admit that trips to Cannes during our holidays, to see the wonderful firework displays presented from platforms out in the bay are, to say the very least, rather spectacular. I’m also sure there are pets cowering inside on those evenings, as this pyrotechnic jamboree makes windows wobble with each enormous crash reverberating around the back of the resort!

What a strange lot we are. We can delight in such things, and yet be aware of how distressing it can be for others!

Fireworks are for me, becoming like music. If it’s not ear-piercingly loud, it can’t be any good. Apparently many decibels equate to musical ability. Subtlety is not a word used on shows like X factor. Sing loudly with a microphone stuffed down your throat, and you’re an ‘opera’ singer, ‘diva’ or yet another Whitney Houston ‘type.’ How ‘original’ we all seem to be coming.

Of course, it’s what’s wanted now I realise that. I’m getting old, and long to hear a really original voice just once more….not one compared with a past ‘great’ and not someone who’s merely copying someone else.

Some hopes.

I’ve really wondered if I should pop this on the blog, after all, it’s just another ‘oldie’ stuck in the past. Sadly that’s anything but true. I’ve loved all sorts of music all my life, it’s a pity there’s apparently no time in life for others to explore this wonderful medium, and dare I say really learn to listen.

So what’s the point of this little note?

I guess it’s to say that like most of my school reports….I must make improvements and try harder!

And Bing?

Well such little pals deserve to be considered, even if they’re unable to discern whether this old geezer is up to trundling around the forest!!

AND

from this old poop….

Thank you young Bing, for your unfailing good nature, and love of life!
 

　

Rant over!!