The Words or the Voice

I finally managed to track down via the internet a cassette of the Love Poems of John Donne read by Richard Burton, it arrived this week and I couldn't wait for a quiet moment to immerse myself in the wonderful words of Donne and the silky smooth delivery of Burton. Both wash over me like the tide coming in from a warm salty sea. My favourite Donne poem 'The Triple Fool' is there, (http://www.luminarium.org/sevenlit/donne/triplefool.htm) I've always liked Donne's poetry, ever since I was young, I used to read it every chance I got, it wasn't till I was 20 something that I first heard Burton reading it though, he brought it off the page and implanted it firmly in my head. I love having headphones on and just having Burton's voice and the words of Donne inside my head.

Last night, a mate called round and we had a Jenever sitting in the garden, we then decided to walk down to the Pant yr Ochain (http://www.pantyrochain-gresford.co.uk/) our favourite country(ish) pub, it was a busy evening, we sat outside for the first time this year, they always have a great selection of beer there, this time we were drinking 'Glaslyn Ale' from the Purple Moose Brewery: (http://www.purplemoose.co.uk/pmb_home.htm) it's a lovely brew, it leaves you wanting more!

This morning the head is a bit fuzzy, a consequence of beer and tablets for a duff shoulder methinks, so a quiet day for me...I got out into the garden and made some more photos of the Tulips before they disappear, the heavy rain and wind of this morning speeding along their demise.

Which brings me nicely back to Donne, tales of Love, death and sexuality. A great weekend...beer, camera and Tulips, accompanied by a liberal infuson of John Donne.

An almost peaceful day today began with a couple of hours in the garden this morning, not weeding but breakfasting, coffee, toast and the odd dead fly really put me in a chilled out mood. I made my way into work for the afternoon shift and the usual motley crew were there, the punter's were happy too, it must be the sun...there is a man who keeps comming in and stands amongst the shelves and picks a book up seemingly at random and starts to read, he reads a few pages and then puts it back and moves somewhere else picks up another book and squats on his haunches and reads some more...we speculate widely that he might be trying to crack some code, more like he's just a bit odd. Libraries do seem to attract them I must say, and that's just the staff...I was walking passed an office and saw this just sitting on top of a filing cabinet:

Two of my friends have recently been in hospital, and I received messages from them both to say that there ailments have been operated on and they were on the mend, now one speaks with a lisp and the other has a stomach that has turned yellow, I did try and get them to make some photos but they politely declined, I can't understand why!

Next week it's Europe Day, the 9th May has been designated Europe Day, in Wrexham we are having a European quiz night, in honour of which the following photo is but a prelude of the delectations that will be available
Yes, it's a clock in the colours and design of the European flag, but wait at least you get a battery with it, now if only it played the European anthem 'ode to joy'...wonder how much they are on ebay?

The last photo was made on my way home, I was thinking of the job I had to do when I got home, my neighbour, he of the book, has just changed to broadband and he wanted me to connect him up, and I was thinking of the usual jumble of cables that always seem to accompany anything to do with modems, hubs and computers...I glanced up and saw this, in a wireless, bluetooth infra red world we still need wires