'There was an Old Man called Lear,
Who was born 1812, so I hear.
He wrote loads of tosh and was terribly posh,
And always ended the fourth line of any quatrain by feebly repeating the exact words of the first line, that repetitive Old Man called Lear.'
In other news ...
Bob Dylan, a music legend already, refused to appear on the Ed Sullivan television show today in 1963 because it was too 'square'. Isn't it embarrassing how dated that sounds now, in the era when we dudes are all with the brothers, hanging with our bitches. The Airmen in the Armstrong and Miller show have the Carpenter Maxwells in hysterics every time for much the same anachronistic reasons. Even Nolan has picked it up and I heard him say to his mother yesterday, from the bathroom, 'I done the teeth thing yesterday, blood.' I give the DI full credit for reaching the landing before collapsing in a giggling heap.
Although not bywords where music lovers gather, Mrs DI Carpenter Maxwell and I will be upping sticks and leaving Nolan to Mrs Troubridge's tender care on 29th June while we attend the Hop Farm Festival in Kent, where the aforementioned Bob Dylan will be, if not strutting then at least shuffling his stuff on the Saturday. We do have rather differing musical tastes which meet in the middle at The Levellers, on on the Friday. We will be clapping like loons at Buskers' Boulevard (especially if they manage to get the apostrophe in the right place) when the stunning Ryan O'Reilly Band are on, featuring the best double bass player in the whole world.
