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Blue is the colour of the sky in the morning, when we rise, in the morning, when we rise. That's the time, that's the time, I love the best.


Here you can see a familiar view of the Derwent. I like this one, it's very blue and I do like a nice shade of blue.

I once knew a person who was very needy with regards to their demands of a friend. They required constant positive reinforcement with regards to all facets of their approach to life. In turn, they were deeply and hopelessly inadequate in reciprocating these demands. One day, this other person – a mutual acquaintance – set about deliberately and methodically dismantling the first person’s sense of self. He refused to laugh at his jokes. He rebuffed his offers of petit amusements. He aggressively denounced his political beliefs and ridiculed his opinion on the arts. Finally, he seduced, and then callously tossed aside this fellow’s much loved lady friend.

Interested, I asked him why he had done all of this, and he replied, “I don’t know, I just felt like it and I thought that it would be funny”.

He did make funny noises when he cried. I will admit that. Like a pig. "Oink oink." So he had a point.

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https://obscenedesserts.blogspot.com/ said…
There's a lovely version of that song sung by Terence Stamp in the movie Poor Cow. Steven Soderbergh stole it for The Limey.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CgU-Sr2W5PI

Film and soundtrack are a bit out of sync, sorry, but it's the only clip I could find.
15 January 2009 at 08:43
Anonymous said…
Blimey Kris, I thought you were too young to be an old hippie!
15 January 2009 at 08:55
stromsjo said…
Ain't nothing like a sky with a bit of drama.
16 January 2009 at 17:49
Maria Verivaki said…
amazing photo - the world look so big in it
16 January 2009 at 18:40
Kris McCracken said…
The Wife, I prefer Poor Cow to The Limey. I was really disappointed by that film!

Enitharmon, I have room in my life for Donovan (up to he released Atlantis, anyway. It's all downhill from there).

Per, too right!

Kiwi, it's both a bi and small world after all.
21 January 2009 at 13:43
tr3nta said…
unbelievable sky... nice...
22 January 2009 at 00:21
Anonymous said…
Hi!! Could you please tell me the name of the song you mentioned and who sings it?? Thanks!!
3 March 2009 at 23:40
Kris McCracken said…
Yes Anonymous, the song is "Colours" by hippie troubadour Donovan.
4 March 2009 at 05:40
Unknown said…
Smiling is definitely one of the best beauty remedies. If you have a good sense of humor and a good approach to life, that's beautiful. See the link below for more info.


#approach
www.ufgop.org
1 February 2016 at 17:24
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