Ronald Beswick Blogspot

 Music was part of my earliest years of life. My mother would sing around the house until a record player arrived. She continued to sing when bathing the dog and I remember hearing, "What shall we do with a drunken sailor." I heard this repetitively!  My eldest sister Sharon had a Beatle record and Deep Purple's Machine Head. My other sister Yvonne was nearly 3 years older than me, and she had Carly Simon, Brian Cadd, Tubular Bells, and others in her collection. We had different music tastes. My folks collection consisted of Harry Secombe, The Seekers, Kamahl, Paul Robeson and I remember hearing Steve Marriott's voice when he was the Artful Dodger in Oliver. I was not a big fan of Adults music at this time.  My father did have a record with songs, "Piss Off Parking Inspector" and "long Live the Bastard King of England." When I looked at their Records after my mother died I noticed the diversity of music. My father was known to turn up the volume wh...

 Celebrating Saint Patrick's Day (In Tullamore) It was a little after four When I arrived in Tullamore To celebrate Saint Patrick's Day Hear a fella tellin' tales In the middle of New South Wales A Leprechaun with plenty to say An audience wearin' green A very creative scene Orange with a tiny spot of grey There's Guinness in a jar Only served at the bar In the pub on Saint Patrick's Day There's plenty to laugh at Even a goat to pat Just for Rosemary, Thyme and Hay No Sage for the food Colonial Goose can be stewed So you won't starve on Saint Patrick's Day Having a good time Hearing words that rhyme On a magnificent Saint Patrick's Day There's dancing in the dust Where the lizards lust And the chooks just want to lay Like an owl that hoots Wearing the latest boots The old Jillaroo has plenty to say A fake accent To make no argument On a peaceful Saint Patrick's Day Even a Bogan is there A harmless lair Squatting in his cosy drey Not like ...