The most difficult question

This morning at 8.27 my telephone rang, waking me. I could not get to it in time. I missed the call. I did not recognise the number.

At 10.00 I redialed the number and before I had time to speak a childs voice said: "Daddy". That was all, nothing more, just "Daddy".

I was thrown into confusion, I was thrown back in time. My mind filled with the image of a four year old child, walking through a meadow high above the river Dart. A four year old child who asked: "Are you my daddy?" The easiest question to answer but hardest question to be asked.

This morning all I could say to that child was "I'm sorry".

"I'm not your daddy. I'm sorry."

Essential listening

http://www.bbc.co.uk/iplayer/console/b00mj7nc

Don Letts on Notting Hill/Ladbroke Grove. check it out.

Ditto TV

Nelson has eaten barbie

Bridges I have lost shoes from. No.3

I slid into the party like a well oiled houseboy

holiday romance

Baltimore, Ireland. 1970

We talked of red roses
we talked of sorrento
while the other kids drank to their pledge

We walked to the beacon
then out at the beacon
held hands and then
went to the edge

she told me she loved me
I told her my fears
we talked of red roses
we talked of Sorrento

Her name was Penelope
the same as my sister
which smacked of incest
each time that I kissed her

On the well rounded bottom
of an overturned inflatable
and all was in reach
but how far was debatable
down there
down on the beach

Under a mans checked shirt

we talked of red roses
we talked of sorrento
we parted agreeing no contact was best

On a postcard weeks later
she wrote of red roses
she wrote of sorrento
she wrote of red roses on a card from sorrento

Without a return address.

Another Event

It doesn't seem like ten minutes since the last one but we are at it again.

Tabernacle, Notting Hill this time, tomorrow night. come and see. should be interesting.

I think tristan is going to be in a bright place.

Lee scratch perry

faith, hope and grace

Roughler TV and Jan Nieupjur present
Tristan Hazell
Orlando Seale
Clea Myers
Plus a screening of The Amen Break
By Nate Harrison
The Tabernacle
Powis Square
London W11 2AY
Sunday 13th September
Doors open 7.00
Stuff happens 7.45
Entrance free
Part of Portobello Film Festival

Lyric for a punk jesus christ superstar

Gabba gabba ho sanna
gabba gabba hey sanna
Gabba gabba sannah sannah ho
Gabba gabba sanna hey sanna
Gabba gabba hosanna
Is it true nancy
that you died for me
Gabba hey
Gabba ho superstar.

Tell the clash to be quiet
I anticipate white riot
this common crowd
Is far too loud...etc

gosh thats hard work. Tim Rice really earned his squillions.

Memories of Bob Marley

A delightful young lady has just planted on my right wrist, via her 'john bull printing kit' a little black mark that will allow me to check out Lee Scratch Perry later this evening.

The black mark burns.

I and I are delighted.