Resurrectional doggerel for these dark days.
Dedicated to those at Gatwick considering tracking down and killing the source of their stasis. Features two good drinking establishments, the villages of Charlwood and Capel and the River Mole.
Dominated by a sojourn in the Czech Republic.
Granddad’s Armistice in letters and recollections. Glimpses ante hoc of Cameronians & Royal Scots (52nd Division) in the Eastern Mediterranean and on the Somme; of ambulance trains in Northern France; of 6th Battalion York & Lancaster Regiment (11th Division) during the terminal Hundred Days Offensive to Mons, Belgium; and post hoc of base hospitals, influenza, and an exchange with one Wolfram Sterry regarding his brother Karl. Introducing Kandy the Maltese terrier.
Karl Nagl’s claim that, unlike the Germans, Viennese organ-grinders are musicians, because they have “crank-sense.” And female yodelling with Dudlerinnen Trude Mally and Maly Nagl.
I thought it was a recent version of Stravinsky’s Petrushka theme, but it turns out that Pete Seeger is the intermediary. Plus an East End Jewish version of Khachaturian’s Sabre Dance.
A rubbish heap in which a Ukrainian nuclear fireman finds romance with Willie Nelson.
Two favourite anecdotes from Maisie & Evelyn Radford’s musical mission to the Cornish and thence to the English.
How a mass-produced 1960s joke sign for bars and pubs became evidence of historical authenticity before being censured as a hate crime against tinkers and thinkers (or organ-grinders, as we are often known).