Wednesday, August 15, 2007

Now that's what I call an ultimatum!!

There's a great piece in my newspaper today, about how famous songs have been badly misheard. With my hearing the way it is, I couldn't resist Blogging - though it's all from a book out called: "Misheard Lyrics, malapropisms, Eggcorns and other linguistic gaffes". I doubt I'll buy it, but I've just read a few classics and I just have to share them.

"Stab in the Liver, Your mummy or your wife". Now this is a serious ultimatum!! It's a 1981 hit for Adam Ant - stepping into Gareth territory here - with that famous highwayman one. As you'll probably know, he actually sang: "Stand and deliver, your money or your life".

"The only boy who could ever reach me was the son of a pizza man". Dusty Springfield, Son of a Preacher Man. Extra cheese anyone? ;-)

"Then I saw her face, now I'm gonna leave her". It's the Monkees, with I'm a believer. And possibly, second doubts!

"Sweet dreams of Maitre'Ds". Or even "Sweet dreams are made of cheese". Eurythmics. (Sidenote: What was the cow doing in that video??)

Wednesday, August 08, 2007

More fame and glory??

I've just been rung by the publicity office. At short notice, Look North want me in the studio at 6.30pm tonight. *LIVE* As ever, faced with something I wasn't expecting, I decided to bottle it. Looking back, I'm starting to regret it already. Not for the experience - which I'm sure would be absolutely terrifying - but because some other psychologist might get my fame and fortune now!!

How selfish am I? :)

Monday, August 06, 2007

Slow Day

It's a Monday, and it's out of term time - University starts on a late looking 24th September this year - and it's quite warm. My office fan is on full blast, but it's hard to shake a real sense of lethargy. It's not helped by the construction site outside - they don't seem to have moved much since June. ;-)

Wednesday, August 01, 2007

Oh, and proof...


...that the rest of the island doesn't look like a volcanic hell-hole, here's what the habitable part tends to look like. Dark black roads, brilliant white pavements and houses, and landscaped volcanic ash and bushy palm trees everywhere. Lanzarote in a nutshell. This is the main road into Costa Teguise (when we stayed).

He's back!!


Well, it's taken a few days but I'm back to blogging! We got back from Lanzarote on Sunday but I spent Monday in Huddersfield and Tuesday catching up with my inbox. I'm sort of on top of things now. It's a good job it's only August - White Rabbits, btw - things get crazy here in September. We have a host of Canary Island photos to inflict on you all when I get the chance, but it's enough to let you know what the place was like. First off though is an image (above) from the Timanfaya National Park to the west of the island. There are over 100 volcanoes in the area, most setting off between 1730 and 1736. The last was in 1824 but since it rains so rarely, everything still looks as desolate as it did then! For a while, it was very creepy indeed (About half the island looks like this!)