Two of my favourite musicians singing one of my favourite songs. It’s a shortened version of the song, but still thoroughly enjoyable.
Now, blue ain’t the word for the way that I feel,
That old storm keeps brewin’ in this heart of mine.
This ain’t no crazy dream, I know that it’s real.
You’re someone else’s love now, you’re not mine!
Crazy arms that reach to hold somebody new,
But my yearning heart keeps sayin’ you’re not mine!
My troubled mind knows soon to another you’ll be wed,
Honey that’s why I’m lonesome all the time.
Crazy arms that reach to hold somebody new,
But my yearning heart keeps sayin’ you’re not mine! (not mine, not mine)
My troubled mind knows soon to another you’ll be wed,
Honey that’s why I’m lonesome all the time.
An email to 2UE’s Ron Wilson and Angela Bishop who are filling-in for George Moore and Paul B. Kidd
Hi Ron and Angela,
I’ve been enjoying having you both fill in for George and Paul, you work very well together, but I’m afraid that I do have a bone to pick with you.
You had a caller earlier who doesn’t have a fence around her pool and justifies this by keeping her backyard locked and not permitting entry without supervision. One of you wondered what would happen if a child climbed over the back fence and was then able to get to the pool.
Well I’m sorry, but if they can climb the back fence, then they would be able to climb the pool fence anyway, and kids who are too small to climb a fence are usually small enough to fit through the bars of a pool fence…I agree with the lady caller that a pool fence is no substitute for supervision and properly securing your yard. The rules requiring pool fences give people a false sense of security.
Thanks for filling in anyway, and please come back again some time in the future.
An email to 2UE’s John Kerr, who was accused by his second caller of the morning of being obsessed with Brussels Sprouts because he had made one mention of them earlier in the morning
Good morning John,
There was an article on page six of Friday’s Canberra Times which was brought to my attention yesterday and gave me a good laugh, so I thought you might like it. The first paragraph in particular was quite interesting.
“A soft-drink shortage is gripping Australia due to disruptions in supplies of carbon dioxide – the gas that puts the pop in soda.”
So, now we have a shortage of carbon dioxide? When we’re always being told that we have to have a carbon tax because there’s too much carbon dioxide? It certainly made me laugh.
And about Brussels Sprouts. I never really liked them as a kid but would eat them under protest with tomato sauce on them. Now I don’t mind them plain but still like to have the tomato sauce on them, not because I want to cover up the taste of the sprouts, but because I think they’re plain and don’t really have much of a taste of their own. People say that chicken has no flavour…well I disagree, it’s Brussels Sprouts which have no flavour.
Have a good week John. I’ll try to give you a call next weekend.
Regards,
Samuel Gordon-Stewart
Canberra
One does have to wonder how the carbon tax will be calculated on factories which produce carbon dioxide as their main product…perhaps if they start recycling the carbon dioxide in the atmosphere they would receive carbon credits.
(h/t Tom White for bringing the Canberra Times article to my attention)
