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I once brought a bottle of Raki home from Turkey but my son decided to take it to a party at his mates house...he got legless, he was only 12 at the time. I think he learned his lesson? If I still had it I'd send it up to you. Have you tried Amazon? they seem to sell everything.

hey Jim. had a play through and the chords seem fine. unfortunately I've come down with a rather nasty throat infection and have difficulty speaking so no-can-sing at this time so I cant help with the flow. it looks good and keepitreal has a good point

Hi Richard. I just checked out your link to find that the AD pedal was discontinued. Shame it looks good.

Bluejeep, Beringer stuff is pretty good, but whatever you buy, with a sound hole pick up you are likely to get feed back, so be careful on your volume and amp placement.

nice bit of poetry there jim, reminiscent of the romantic poets.

you've asked for comments so i think i can help you out with a couple of lines.

in the 1st verse change smell to scent?
in the 2nd verse the 3rd line;
beautifully out of place she was?
change to; beautifully awkward out of place
gorgeous chaos full of grace.

i think it flows and rhymes better, but you know what is in your mind, only a suggestion my friend

phill

Yeah. I used to play with a rock band. There was one place, I think it was called the 4 sevens in Maesteg South Wales. We'd be hammering out "Smoke on the Water" and this drunk would be singing "where's my trabone" ?????

Yep, played ten guitars more times than Engelbert Humperdinck not with the rock band though!

when i watched these clips i was laughing so loud i woke the wife up, it was 6.am! if you go on them check out the Billy Connolly clips.

my sister was a couple of years older than me (and still is, oddly enough) and after our bath, her first me after, my mother would put my basket chair on the living room table and sit me down while she dried me off and all the time singing nursery rhymes or pop songs of the day. I'm talking about the early 1950's. another memory was going across to the Gower coast and the first one to see the sea had to sing "I see the sea, the sea sees me under the shade of the old oak tree" etc. on the way home it was usually "I love to go a-wondering along the mountain track...." ah, the good old days

Hi Bill. Been a bit AWOL of late so now I'm catching up. This has been an awful year for you both and now Dondra wants to store your kit in the bin? Not on mate, put yer foot down gently lol.
I got a little itchy myself a couple of years back....no I wasn't a naughty boy....so Ann shaved me from my neck down, they didn't bother with my head, nothing to grip onto I suppose? Then used teatree oil for a week or so ev wallah gone. I think they came from a pair of spare overalls I was given in work as the cleaners had lost mine.

Get the bug man in, if your new home is rented your landlord should foot the bill?

Three bed rooms? Line the walls with egg boxes and bash hell outta dem der drums in the spare room

Love to Dondra, and try not to scratch

Phill

chose one song....now that is truly unfair. imagine being on a desert island for years with only one song to listen to. it wouldn't be you "one song" for long, you'd most likely find it floating away on the ocean...in bits!

i would change my mind daily about one song i'd force chordians to listen to. today might be "englishman in new york" by sting. tomorrow would be "close to the edge" by yes and so on. so short a life so many songs

Sensational Peatle. It really hits the spot and you've written it in a sensible and intelligent way. At 66 I understand it perfectly and it's advice I've given to my kids and grandkids though not as lyrically or factually or even ellequently as you.

Well done and thanks for sharing.

The origin of the Cornish pasties harks back to the days of the tin mines. Apparently they were half and half, half meat and potatoes and the other half apple or something. So breakfast and lunch. The reason for the lip around the outside is due to the poisonous nature of tin. The miners could hold the pastie by the rim which was then discarded, they had no provision to wash their hands.

I always thought hot dogs were sausages with a bread roll around them?