A photo I took last year called ‘No Parking’
I’m on thin ice with this. I’m only posting it because what happened made me laugh at the time. It concerns my father who also blogs on WP, hence the ‘thin ice’.
A while back the old man damaged his left eye. He never got it checked out. It wasn’t getting any better so finally he had it looked at. Aside from anything else they told him he needed new distance and reading glasses. He had a problem with the new readers. I did notice the lenses were seriously thick. That prompted me to say, “You must have fantastic eyesight to see through those’. After pointing out that my line wasn’t original he added, “I suppose they do look like they’ve been made out of Foxes Glacier Mints.”
So, I bump into him just as he’s about to walk down town to the optician to complain about the new readers. I said I’d give him a lift. He’s not good in shops. When we get there the girl on the counter asks him what the problem is. At this point I need to add that his attempts at dry wit is usually lost on people who don’t know him. Anyway, he tells her that the reading glasses only work at a distance of “exactly half of one inch” from his face to the extent that although the words he sees are crystal clear “like words have never been so crystal clear before” he can’t read his newspaper because his nose gets in the way and – this is as close as I can get to word for word – “Do you realize these wretched spectacles transform me into a human microscope and by way of an additional nonessential supernatural power, I can now see the fine detail of molecules and bacteria? My only worth in life is to travel to Salisbury and utilize my newfound powers helping out the security services discover minute fragments of the alleged Russian nerve agent.” She looks blank as in ‘what the f**k is he on about’ as she’s hasn’t a clue, so she just says, “You what?” That’s when I burst out laughing and she gives me the evils thinking I’m laughing at her. I should have explained I was laughing at him but thought that that would only make it more complicated than it was.
Time for some music. ‘A Tale Still in The Telling’ (demo version, slower, weirder than the original but one where I gave the electric guitar an outing) from a while back. Hope you like it;
TALE STILL IN THE TELLING – the lyric
I’m a tale still in the telling
Your book, your book is almost read
My journey isn’t over yet
You think, you think that you’re ahead
All there is, is what you see
You’ve got, you’ve got nothing to explore
You watch, you watch your world pass you by
Never thinking there could be more
You’ll never count the stars
Fly a spaceship to Mars
But I’m going to make it all the way
I’m a tale still in the telling
I’m leaving you for dead
If you feel like buying some new music my Dream Rescuer and Rainbows End albums can be purchased via the links below;
‘Take Still in The Telling’ Copyright © 2012 & Copyright © 2017 the photo, both Zoolon Audio. All rights reserved. Unauthorized copying, reproduction, hiring, lending, public performance and broadcasting prohibited.
Haha! He does have a wicked sense of humor. Terrific music link George. Enjoyed!
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Thank you. In a lot of shops the staff fight to take a coffee break when he turns up. That’s true.
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I love it! He so cracks me up. I would hang around just for laughs.
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Providing he doesn’t get to read this, I’ll try and video him shopping next time I get a chance.
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Promise me that you will. That could go viral.
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I’ll do my best.
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Excellent and I think the photograph is truly fantastic.
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You and your father are something else. Truly Nearly ended myself xxxxxxxxx
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I try and avoid High Streets when he’s about.
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I’d love to be a fly on the wall when you two are about given the stories you tell here x
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Great story…..I am not seeing the link to your song.
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Thanks, Lee. I just checked it out hitting ‘visit’ on the Reader page and it works OK, but WP do do some strange things. Sorry about that.
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JGC, this has to be one of my favorite photos of yours, really terrific. Your father’s humor is priceless, too bad it wasn’t appreciated by the girl on the counter. Hope he’s able to rectify the readers, so he can give his ‘nonessential supernatural power’. Wonderful demo. Enjoy your weekend. ~ PM
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Thanks, PM. I was just listening to the demo again and remembered when I recorded it my dust allergies were at work. Bit of it sound like I’m singing through my nose. The memory made me laugh. Odd. Have a great weekend. JGC
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You’re welcome JGC, and thank you.
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Oh, George, our dads would have got on really well. My dad was often prone to using bizarre character voices with a straight face whenever out and about. Lyric’s nice, too–curious about this narrator. I feel like there’s a lot of conflict between the “I” and the “you” that breathes into this song…
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Thank you. This was another song from the Allegory of The Cave concept album. It covered the bit where the prisoner had left the cave and seen the outside world. So, he goes back to tell the other prisoners that outside the cave there’s a whole new world. The others don’t believe him. The cave is all they ever known I they think he’s lying or mad. I think this is the bit the religious philosophers liked to use as a metaphor for there being more than just what we see. Anyway, that’s why I have the ‘I’ and ‘you’ bits in there. Eventually the prisoner leaves his mates be and returns to the new world outside, leaving them ‘for dead’. Well, that was my take on it. The singing was a bit off on this because I was suffering from my dust allergy but had a deadline to meet.
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Hey, a little grit in the voice doesn’t hurt. When I saw The Who live (well, Pete and Roger, considering the other two shed their mortal coils a while back), Pete Townshend was getting over some sort of cold. It added a really cool gravel sound to his voice on the couple numbers he sang. Of course, I can only imagine how he sounded the next day…
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My dust allergy is a real curse. I’m working on metal at the moment and meant to be doing the vocals. Dust allergy kicked in. Nuisance.
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And I dig this deeper conflict. Breaking out–free–can be so, so frightening to some that they cannot handle it, no matter what literal hell they’re in.
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The concept works for everyone.
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A great story!
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I like the sound of your Dad!
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He’s human but not as we know it. If you don’t know him you’ll find him at; https://mikesteeden.wordpress.com/ He’s bound to enjoy your blog I reckon.
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Interestingly I had landed on your dads page before and I think I was intrigued and vaguely bemused. He reminds me of Viv Stanshall , must have been an interesting childhood!
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I’ll have to check out Viv Stanshall. He sounds interesting. If you think he’s – dad that is – is bemusing, my mother is even more bemusing. She’s a mad gardener who talks to blades of grass, bees and ornaments! I’ll show her your blog. I think she’ll like it.
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Sir Henry at Rawlingstons End is a huge favourite.
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I’m guessing that is a TV. I shall check it out. It’s so cold today, outside is not a runner so this sounds good. I hope it’s streaming.
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So Mike talks like that in real life too? I thought it was just the poetry. Thanks for the laughs 🙂
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Like my mother he has a lot of accents to choose from. Generally he’s South London, ‘proper like, know what I mean’.
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I love the humor in the title of the photo and the description of your father coming to terms with his new reading glasses. I recently learned that my son thought I was “odd” because I was different from his friend’s mothers. I asked and he told me a story. Priceless relationships between grown children and parents.
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Thank you. What is your story? It sounds like something special.
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Bwahahaha! He really is something huh? Brilliantly odd. Odd but brilliant.
Thank you for the link. I keep forgetting to look it up. Love the music!
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Thank you. He is odd. Always odd.
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Brilliant nonethless!
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“Never thinking there could be more” – haunting almost the way your voice drifts across this music track. I like it though! As for the glasses story, my mom could relate as she’s been trying to get the “best” prescription for her contacts a few times now, back and forth to the optometrist… Frustrating! I would have laughed too at your dad’s description 😉
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Thank you, Christy. I think, as the old allegory goes, there is always ‘more’. It just depends upon which way you’re looking. Plus, my whole family are ‘odd’.
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Fabulous story. You get your wot from your dad.😍
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I meant “wit”!
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Thanks. I think we both see the world differently. I’m not sure that’s always a good thing.
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It’s a great thing.
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Dad and you- interesting people 👍🏼🌟
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Thank you, Hati. A lot of people think the family is mad. ‘Interesting’ sounds better to me.
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cool picture!
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Thanks, Mark
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Wow! It is amazing!!!!
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Thank you. I appreciate you taking time out to read these posts.
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My pleasure mate!
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Hey Zoolon,
it is really great, I also enjoyed the lyrics. We Security Guard Service In Pune would also like to read more from you. really appropriate it.
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Thanks and appreciated.
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