Friday 7 August 2009

JOhn Hughes, director of the Breakfast Club and Ferris Beuller died today; as did Renato of Renee and Renato. MIchael Jackson is gone and Farah Fawcett.
It's sad to see the icons you loved slip away; the era in which I grew up is now becoming history.

The 80s are slipping away

the 80s are slipping away,
my teen years are fading.
Neon colours, legwarmers,
toners and shaders.
I've missed Bueller's day out, I think
I know I'm no longer Pretty in Pink.
I don't know the words of modern songs.
I think standing in pubs is all wrong.
I am old, dear friends, I am old.

I do miss the 80s, the hair and the fashion
the dancing in Fame, my enduring passion
for Harrison Ford, as he played Dr Jones
or Mr Douglas romancing the stones
Now, Charlie's Angel has passed away
the Thriller no longer holds sway
the events of my youth are history now
I've grown up and I don't know how.
I am old, dear friends, I am old.


Saturday 1 August 2009


In honour of the day - Happy Lughnasadh

sitting in golden splendour
belly full and mead sweetened
Look down on these my friends,
my clan, my people
my tuatha and my Tir
Lugh, let sweet mellow days
be their fill, and all the ripe
beauty of your season
leaven the approach of winter
with cider-apple and harvest
and plenty
and love.