I’m a real boy,I’m a real boy,The wooden puppet Pinocchio cried,As he danced on his strings,A jig of denial to all that made senseAnd aspired to what would never become,For if it were trueAnd we could be anything we wanted to be,He’d have donned flesh and bloodSo to set himself free. But whatever you’re told,Whatever … Continue reading I’m A Real Boy.
Dear Pogue, Once again you’ve got one over on me! First you devised a way to get me to blog and here we are, Letters To Pogue, and everyone knows your name but me, I’m still waiting in the wings for my 5 minutes of fame. Now you’ve got me running! How come? Well last … Continue reading Keep on keeping on.
Pogue, ...Monday...alarm clock noises...yawn...turn over and close eyes... But, listen, win the morning, win the day. That's what your brother's motto seems to be and he's right. Because how you approach a thing, how you start out will invariably determine your achievement. I know there's a philosophy that says that it's not how you start … Continue reading Monday Musings
Pogue, Last Monday of our year and it's that time when many people get philosophical over the way they have lived their lives in the year just gone. As John Lennon asked: So this is ChristmasAnd what have you done?Anther year over A new one just begun... And I have got philosophical. I have a … Continue reading Monday Musings
Dear Pogue, Since I wrote to you the other day about David Bowie there has been a conversation going on concerning people’s favourite songs. Everybody has a favourite Bowie song. You know the catalogue is large and varied spanning many years. As you’d expect, the same songs keep coming up over and over. Heroes, Golden … Continue reading Peaked too early?