I am really happy that you all enjoyed Puppet’s Got a Brand New String. So far over 1000 people a day have been picking it up. It will continue to be available for free download until April 26th. I had so many e-mails from people asking for more that I have made another new track available exclusively here from The Shop. It is called "Dandelion". There is also an acoustic vocal and guitar track just in case you want to experiment with producing your own Sandie Shaw masterpiece that will go up a few days later. I will be making new tracks available every month throughout my 60th birthday year. Oh and don’t forget to listen to the latest changes on the home page – again, and again…have some fun with it.
The new Puppet is being featured on loads of pod casts all over the world. You can listen to the feature on the Adam Curry show if you click on from 44.20 minutes into this:
http://media.podshow.com/media/21/episodes/54817/dailysourcecode-54817-03-22-2007_pshow_62549.mp3
They say this man is the inventor of the pod cast. Apparently it goes out to about 250,000 by Sirius satellite across the US. From Mod Queen to Pod Queen???
What a great day I had on my birthday. It was exactly what I wanted. I know so many people that it would have been impossible to invite everyone. Instead I decided I wanted to share it with my immediate family, children and grandchildren; all my personal treasures.
I was sent off to London to visit Karen, my hairdresser and have a champagne and lobster lunch with my girlfriend Lynne. Meanwhile, back at home, plans were underway for a chef, Lucien to deliver and cook a surprise five course family meal from a menu that he had specially devised with Grace and Tony for my birthday. On my way home I picked up Amie and her partner, Alex in my car. Amie’s mobile rang and she answered with, "Oooh". "No". "Never". "Really?"."Oh dear". "Crikey!" and, "You must be joking!". Followed by, "So best not to mention anything then." By which time I was frantic with curiosity. Amie refused to enlighten me. "OK please get Tony on the phone and I’ll ask him." "I can’t". "Why?" "He is in Waitrose with Tom", (Grace’s partner). "What on earth are they doing there?" "Buying trolley loads of food". "But we are just about to have a giant nosh up." "Ah well that’s the problem." "Huh?" "Nothing to worry about", and seeing the look on my face, Amie shoved the phone at me and said; "You’d better talk to Grace."
I pulled over. Grace, holding the fort at my home with baby Dilys on her knee, explained as gently as possible that Chef, Lucien and his truck full of food had had a contre-temp with another vehicle on the motorway. Our birthday dinner was scattered all over the M25 and Lucien was ensconced in hospital with high blood pressure caused by the stress and trauma of it all. But I was not to be concerned as they were all going to pull together and fix it.
When we arrived home the kitchen was a flurry of noisy activity as Tom, Grace and Tony, accompanied, by my son, Jack, stepchildren Toby and Anouska, daughter-in-law Alice with baby Ella, and my unofficially adopted son Shaun and his ‘best friend’ David, whizzed around brandishing pots, pans and bouquet garnis. Amie quickly took on sommelier duty and went for the wine cellar, while Alex joined a party of men who were moving furniture and tables around.
It was possibly the best meal I had ever had.
A really amazing birthday present from everyone.
Poor Chef Lucien has now finally recovered from the shock.
I am not sure that I ever will – it is the first time that ALL my family have got on that well together.
Please forgive me but I must return to the subject of Lord Melvyn Bragg’s hair. I switched on the Arts programme the other day to see if he had taken heed of my comments. He has changed his hair but it now looks as if he has had an argument with a can of hair lacquer. It was standing on end like a yard broom. Surely poor Melvyn has some significant other to advise him. He would make an ideal contender for the 10 years younger make-over programme. A contemporary flattering haircut would be the best thing. I know my hairdresser Karen is dying to get her hands on him!
And did you see those photos of Gordon Brown enthusiastically picking his nose in the House of Commons? Then having a good chew and sticking one under his tie for later? I could never vote for a man who does that. What kind of Socialist is he? At least he could have passed them round. And what about having his finger on the Trident nuke button and sticking a bogey on it. What a way to go!
More goodies next month.
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shavian
