8 October 2004


Thought For The Week

Ta shin er hroggal y baatey er y thalloo.

[We have lifted the boat onto the land.]*

*As is traditional in St. Ives at this time of year.

What Did The Vicar Do When Locked In A Bedroom With The Choirboys?

Bugger all.

Yup, that's more or less what's happened this week. Not so much a slow as an inert news week.

There's been the usual kerfuffles in the property development wars with sticks, stones, mud and insults thrown in all directions. T'Castle is still busy for some unfathomable reason even though the weather has turned nazi.

Oh, and while meandering through my record collection I discovered that the American rock/folk/protest singer, John Mellencamp, had uncannily written a song about Winwaloe years before we even had the misfortune to encounter him. Apart from the reference to California, it's eerily accurate.

Country Gentleman

Country gentleman walked a crooked mile,
Got our money in his pocket.
Did it all with a very handsome smile.
Now, he's livin' it up in a great big office.
He ain't a-gonna help no poor man.
He ain't a-goona help no poor man.
He ain't a-gonna help no poor man.
He's just gonna help his rich friends.

He ain't a-gonna help no women.
He ain't a-gonna help no children.
He's just gonna help his rich friends.

Country gentleman, we see him on T.V.,
Glad handin' folks and chattin' to the nation.
We never knew what really to believe.
Just word upon slogan with emotional connection.

Chorus:
He ain't a-gonna help no poor man.
He ain't a-gonna help no children.
He ain't a-gonna help no women.
He's just gonna help his rich friends.

And in the papers all we'd ever read is
So and so big-shot signed his resignation.
Now, country gentleman he wants us to believe
That he's kind and honest with the best intentions.

Chorus

Country gentleman, now there's a bird that flew
High above his nation, prayed on its weakness.
Picked our bones and threw it in his stew.
Thank God he went back to California.

Chorus

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