One always associates Stratford with high culture and Shakespeare of course so to see decaying council estates there are quite refreshing to a tourist.
I've also looked it up in my Church Hymnary book.
Lots of things in this weeks newsletter. We will keep you posted on when it's all on the website !
That'll probably be another few weeks then. The Parish awaits to hear the word from its Mother Church..... Fanny Fosdyke may be 'mewn ffordd teuluol' as they say in Wales or 'up the duff' as they say in Tipton.
And Archbish Justin was doing what is known as a 'recipe for life' event in St Martins in the Bull Ring tonight, again advertised on the Church website. A missed opportunity to speak to him about estrangement from my local Church and the rather un-Christian attitude of at least one of the musical directors of the Diocese...
1. on a sad note, the sister of our Vicar sadly passed away a few weeks ago. A memorial service organised by the Birmingham Zimbabwean Anglicans will take place in memoriam (which I cannot attend of course, but I have a tremendous amount of respect for Father and I really feel his grief at this time).
2. The reason why I cannot attend has BROKEN THE ORGAN!!!
St Jason’s Choir
Invite you to
“Songs of Reflection and Praise”
On Sunday XX March
Retiring Collection for our Organ Repair Fund
Refreshments in the Hall to follow
Mabel would be interested as she used to be regular organist there before old Gertie Gumdrops wangled her way in to the job. But apparently it's only half an organ. You know I'd be happy to fundraise to get it repaired if not for the person in charge of it.
Suppose she has a stick insect called Cedric or a gerbil called Percy. Maybe she's even got a duck billed platypus called Gervase, I said, with that my wife laughed herself to sleep.
Now, she's wiggling her fingers for money in the services of Dieu, and I'm sat here writing this. Now you know what middle aged couples get up to in bed....Hope there's at least one Welsh hymn tune today Gill, happy Dave day.
Yet again, she wouldn't let me go to church. I might start a church of my own in my piano room every Sunday!
Maybe Allah in his wisdom does not want me to play His organs
If you don't want to look down, try feeling for a sharp group to locate the note you want, like you have to with feet on organ pedals. And practise learning the feel as well as the sound of intervals too.
and as it's behind a door with a huge protruding handle that might smash into it, I thought I'd warn meself by putting me a little nodyn bach ar y drws am rhybudd:
The name's Bondingcoat. James Bondingcoat. Licensed to be slightly less awkward as a plasterer than as a pianist
I only do it because I HAVE to do it as tradesmen seem to find some sort of excuse to evade doing jobs that they think is too small. Plus I say it's handy having a wife that works for a well known DIY chain store.Gill the Piano wrote:I still reckon there might be a future in plastering for you!
Okay. Most definitely not! Here's why...Gill the Piano wrote:I still reckon there might be a future in plastering for you!
1. I do not persistently think about football, sex, or football and sex whilst I'm working (usually music, leftie politics and God)
2. I do not posess extreme right wing political leanings based upon what I may have read in 'The Sun' or seen on either Farcebook or Twatter
3. I listen to Radio 3, Magma, klezmer or world music (got Fela Kuti on at the mo) not Jeremy bloody Vine.
4. I charge £0.00 per hour
5. I drink coffee as well as tea
6. I admit to being not terribly good at plastering!
Last time I went there (Queen's Jubilee weekend '12) there was what looked like brown mould on the white painted ceiling, also its temperature was slightly closer to that of Siberia than heaven. But I suppose even if it was 25 degrees in there, the congregation would still have their coats on - probably need to have the tea and biscuits BEFORE the service rather than afterwards - and introduce an option of starchy and substantial Ready Brek for the septuagenarians and octagenarians (the majority at St.Jasons).
Update: encouraged by what I've been told this morning, I've started to learn an Easter hymn, it's Green Hill. Will have to have a bit of a farage around for the most famous one, Christ the Lord is risen today (a-a-a-a-a le-loooo-ya). I went to the Easter service in 2012 and Mrs.Fosdyke played it.
He also used to see other driving instructors around and about and invoke childish nicknames for them. Test examiners, he used to particularly take the wee out of...a complete anarchist waiting to get out of shell, I think!
Then I have to bond and skim a 5cm gap at the top of the other 2 walls and then it's just filling in cracks on those walls and sanding down in readiness for painting. And I'm now against the clock on this one. My wife is off for a week from the 15th and I'm not doing any work for the duration of that week. Plus no work next Tuesday (piano lesson) or possibly Friday (keep fit, if I'm not too exhausted).
No dingfarting around on church organs this time!!
I had a nosey at her Farcebook attention-drawing module the other day and there's this 'selfie' of her for Breast Cancer Awareness with an expression on the face one could only describe as 'sur la toilette' not having a great deal of 'bon chance'Gill the Piano wrote:FFF.
Only humour helps me to cope with what she has done and has not been accounted for.
Would be lovely to do Gymnopedie, quite a big challenge for me but there is a possibility Fanny Fosdyke could come as she's in Mabs' adult choir. If she does, I intend to prove to her that I'm NOT an awkward student, as she thinks I am, rather than walk away. She wasn't there in 2012.
Mabs even complimented me on my notation writing. I think it's a scrawl and is done in quite a dark place but so she says, quite a lot of her theory students are very untidy!!
Love the way the tune changes tack in the middle, making you think the end is not far away, but it just keeps on going and going.
She hasn't got a new car, she has an EXTRA one. Just been to Waitrose, driven straight past her front door. Just how much does she charge for lessons?? And how much is she creaming out of the Church of England???dave brum wrote:Just popped up to Morrisons and Fanny Fosdyke's black car wasn't outside church meaning one of three things 1) she's got the day off 2) her ambition has led to her getting a Musical Director post at a church in rural Worcestershire 3) she's got a new car.....