Daily Archives: September 5, 2016

Go to Go 30

I go to Go30, to fulfil my dream,
I go to Go30 to get fit and lean;
toning my muscles and trimmming my thighs
out of sight of those weight-lifting guys
showing off in the regular gym,
who don’t come here ‘cos they can’t come in.

Calling all women; go to Go30 now,
if you want to get strong they’ll show you how;
it’s true they won’t give you an easy ride
but the trainers are always on your side;
they’ll soon figure out how much you can doactive-18975_1280
and they’re always willing to work with you.

Whether you’re grieving or anxious or sad
in a very short time you won’t feel so bad.
If you’re deeply depressed or just feeling blue
the Go30 programme will be good for you;
and not only that, with its warm atmosphere,
you’ll soon make friends and dispel your fear.

Go30 offers of their own volition
professional advice on good nutrition.
They’ll take a look at your weekly diet;
if they suggest a change, go on and try it;
so go to GO30, go as aften as you can;
in no time at all you’ll be a Go30 fan.

©Jane Paterson Basil

 

Thanks for nothing Yasmin

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You tell and retell the same tired old stories
about your family’s shame and your vain past glories.
It doesn’t matter that you know I’ve heard it before
you have to tell it at least ten times more.
You’ve never been discreet and you don’t really care
about a small exaggeration here and there.
For thirty-eight years you’ve never let me speak
you cut me off almost every time I squeak.
I’ve always been polite, I always had a smile
though I’ve felt like slapping you once in a while.

Now and again your verbal domination
has been squashed by me for a short duration,
and over the years you have learned
of my hatred of drugs and how I’ve been burned
by two of my childrens’ predilections
for self medicating and picking up addictions.

My son’s in prison on the brink of release
and if he stays straight I will have some peace.
It’s his fourth time out and I’m hoping this time
he’s properly recovered and will tow the line.
As for my daughter, she’s been driven half mad
by the complex cocktail of drugs she’s had,
and even an optimistic soul such as I
has to accept that pretty soon she’ll die.

My own drug history is pretty bare;
I smoked a bit of cannabis here and there,
forty years ago for a month or two,
as it seemed like the sociable thing to do,
until I found the confidence to turn my head
and concentrate on getting on with life instead;
I turned down speed, coke and LSD;
It wasn’t the right kind of life for me.
My friends disapproved, said I wasn’t cool,
but I reckoned it was better than being a fool.

I try try to keep in a healthy state,
but I can’t help worrying about my offsprings’ fate.
I’ve fought the effects for the past ten years
while my kids’ lives were crashing around my ears.
No-one know the dark places I have travelled;
is it any wonder I’m becoming unravelled?
My doctor and psychiatrist both agree
I’m suffering from a bad case of anxiety.
As soon as I relax I fall to the ground
no matter who happens to be around.
I’m not asleep but I can hear their talk,
I’m just unable to get up and walk.

For thirty eight years I’ve called you my friend,
even though you’ve driven me around the bend.
I’ve always been loyal and I got used to it
but I no longer like you one little bit.
I could take your nonsense and your self-obsession;
I could take your ignorance of my depression;
I could take your blagging and your dirty con tricks,
but what you’ve done now has made me feel sick.
You say I’m doing drugs though you know it’s not true;
I wouldn’t take a pill if I had the flu,
I’ve even been offered opioids in the past
for raging toothache, but I stuck fast.

I don’t take drugs because it causes strife,
I don’t take drugs because I want a life.
I do all I can to look after myself,
I don’t care for money but I care for my health.
I could think of a lot of hurtful things to say
about all of your crimes, but I’ll call it a day.
I know you just couldn’t stop your yakety yak
but you’ve said it now and there’s no turning back.
I don’t take drugs Yasmin – understand this;
I’ve removed your name from my Christmas card list.

©Jane Paterson Basil

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Savoury cake

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no-one ever seems to make a savoury cake
no matter how often they may bake
looks like it’s gonna be up to me
to initiate some innovative cookery.

mix butter and flour ’til they look like breadcrumbs
keeping it cool, and then the egg comes
out of it’s shell with a dollop of milk
beat it to the smoothness of liquid silk
stir it in to the dried ingredients
(some salt and pepper would be expedient)
throw in grated cheese, herbs and ham
oh what a clever inventer I am
a hundred and eighty should be the right heat
I’m looking forward to this culinary treat

but wait a moment, what’s the reason why
nobody has ever given it a try?
perhaps they have, and it tasted grotesque
I don’t think I want to put it to the test
or not for at least a couple of days
tonight I’ll dine on spaghetti bolognese.

Written for The Daily Post #Cake

©Jane Paterson Basil

The day the music died

The tragedy occurred on 3rd Febuary, 1959, and was later described in song, by Don Maclean, as The Day the Music Died. Buddy Holly and the Crickets were on tour with rising stars J. P. “The Big Bopper” Richardson and Richie Valens. Buddy chartered a plane to take him from Clear Lake to Minnesota, with two of his band members, Waylon Jennings and Tommy Allsup. Because the Big Bopper had ‘flu, Waylon gave his seat up to him, and Allsup lost his seat to Richie Valens in a coin toss.

The three of them – Buddy, The Big Bopper and Richie – set off, piloted by Roger Peterson, at night. It was cold and wintry, and the pilot was not qualified to fly in such conditions. He lost control of the plane, and it crashed in a cornfield. There were no survivors.

I was a week away from my 4th birthday, so the horror passed me by.  When I was about fifteen, my brother introduced me to 50’s Rock ‘n’ Roll. I discovered the music of such greats as Bill Haley, Carl Perkins, Chuck Berry and Gene Vincent. I loved Buddy Holly and The Big Bopper. I think I cried when I learnt how they left us, so prematurely. My brother was not a Richie Valens fan, so I didn’t know much about him, but his death was also a terrible loss to the world.

I will never forget the legacy left by the great Buddy Holly. So many wonderful songs, sung in his inimitable style.”That’ll Be the Day” and “Peggy Sue” are those which are remembered the most. I prefer his follow up to “Peggy Sue”, “Peggy Sue Got Married.” It was hard to choose what to share with you, but I’ve fixed on the slow, romantic “True Love Ways.” The images are stills, but they’re very emotive.

The Bigger Bopper was something else! He was totally, 100% adorable. Here he is, singing “Chantilly Lace.”

Finally, Richie Valens, with his cute voice – this is my favourite of his records:

Don Maclean – who went on to have another great hit with his tribure to Vincent Van Gogh – stormed the hit parade with this unforgettable song. At the time the lyrics didn’t make sense to me. It was only much later that I learned what it was about. This is the original video. It has better sound quality than any other I could find.

Buddy Holly, you were at the height of your career, and set to carry on making us sway, dance, and sometimes shed a tear.  Big Bopper, I’ll never forget your unique humour and your strange sexiness. Richie Valens, your voice made girls swoon. Thank you all for the music – the legacy you left for millions to discover and enjoy, down through the years.

You are not forgotten.

©Jane Paterson Basil