..... I love East London ........
...... I have lived out East for some thirty years
and as I drove through the streets today I observed and reflected.
40 mph, not by choice, gives you time to view ...
... I even snapped a couple of street pix.
40 mph was the max and driven to a 'stop'
much of the time.
Hackney
Dalston
Homerton
............ I threaded my way through these inner city communities
after leaving the west bound A12 from Romford.
I see groups of humans hugging Bibles and dressed
somewhat smarter than most.
I see busy kebab shops and Kentucky Fried Chicken shops
with exaggerated names to tempt customers.
I see many empty and derelict shops.
Faded signs above the smashed windows.
Grilled windows and open for business.
I see multi cultures walking the streets,
filling the buses - double deckers - they are nice eh?
I saw more African shops than I have before.
Video African Shops.
Clothes Shops -
Food Shops and one where you can make cheaper telephone calls
to distant lands - and book flights too.
I love East London .....................
I picked Ann up on the way and then went to Joys for a Sunday roast.
Thanx Peter for being the Chef again. hmmm.
The last time I saw Joy was before she went to Capetown South Africa.
That is her above, on the left, at work on location.
Three weeks away and her Dad misses her!
So we swop music and talked on and on - and glass of wine and
a 'home made' Joy trifle.hmmm.
Ann catches me up with her latest work stories and hope you saw her programme at 8 pm last Wednesday ...
.... the one about 'we will look like the sort of food we eat because it touches our soul and messes up generally - sorta programme' !
I am keen to tell you about her new TV Series coming up ..... but you will just have to wait!
I thanked the Sheilas for their Valentine Cards -
I am still gloating over my four!
It is great hanging out after a good meal together.
At the end of the day I am slowing up
and if I wasn't driven to reflect - I would be in bed.
So I reflect on these keys - with only one eye because the right one is giving me some trouble -
I must get to the Docs coz it has been leaking night and day for a few months now.
Gilles Peterson is on the radio.
I will record the programme as I sleep tonight so that,
in the morning,
I will then have it on my iPod for use forever and this weeks comuting -
bringing music to my ears and soul.
Zig is carried to bed as usual. I kiss him.
Fur is not too kissable but I love him - this beautiful non-human!
I will check the heating before I go to bed ...
... snow is the rumour and I am in London Town tomorrow.
I have no religious routine to follow.
Routine does not fit my life of 'freedom' and taking the 'red pill'
(see blog below).
I am in conversation with the eternal taxi driver all the time.
Last Bit ......
@ Greenbelt I used to play the video for years of 'The Call'
singing a wondrous song called;
'Let the Day Begin'.
They played Greenbelt some years ago and the music and lyrics are powerful.
Such emotionally charged sound and vocals.
Yesterday I downloaded one of their trax from iTunes for .79 pence.
A different one.
I will play it again now before I go to bed
and leave you with the lyrics .........
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"I Still Believe" by The Call
I been in a cave
For forty days
Only a spark
To light my way
I wanna give out
I wanna give in
This is our crime
This is our sin
But I still believe
I still believe
Through the pain
And the grief
Through the lies
Through the storms
Through the cries
And through the wars
Oh, I still believe
Flat on my back
Out a sea
Hopin' these waves
Don't cover me
I'm turned and tossed
Upon the waves
When the darkness comes
I feel the grave
But I still believe
I still believe
Through the cold
And the heat
Through the pain
And through the tears
Through the crowds
And through the cheers
Oh, I still believe
I'll march this road
I'll climb this hill
Down on my knees if I have to
I'll take my place
Up on this stage
I'll wait 'til the end of time
For you like everybody else
I'm out on my own
Walkin' the streets
Look at the faces
That I meet
I feel like I like I want to go home
What do I feel
What do I know
But I still believe
I still believe
Through the shame
And through the grief
Through the heartache
Through the years
Through the waiting
Through the years
For people like us
In places like this
We need all the hope
That we can get
Oh, I still believe
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