Consultants have credibility because they are not dumb enough to work at your company.

10 Murray is a magnificent beauty in the morning. It seems that the powers that be have delayed her demolition in the face of spirited opposition! Perhaps we will bask in her glory for a little while longer.

Time for another Sunday Top Five! Off the top of my head, I'm thinking about my Top Five Songs With The Word 'LOVE' In The Title.

1: Where Did Our Love Go?, The Surpremes

2: You've Got to Hide Your Love Away, The Beatles

3: Will You Love Me Tomorrow, The Shirelles

4: Last Night I Dreamt That Somebody Loved Me, The Smiths

5: Love Is the Drug, Roxy Music

[Honourable mentions include: Love, Truth and Honesty by Bananarama; Love Is the Key by the Charlatans; (What's So Funny 'Bout) Peace, Love, and Understanding, Elvis Costello & The Attractions; Can't Help Falling in Love, Elvis Presley; Love the One You're With, Stephen Stills; You Love Us, Manic Street Preachers; Slave to Love, Bryan Ferry; Hot Love, T-Rex; and I'm Always in Love, Wilco.]

Comments

Magpie said…

Great top five choice for the day.
Sorry to hear they're going to demolish the building. Soon we'll have nothing for archeologists in the future to study.

14 February 2010 at 10:12

Roddy said…

Love Songs. The Beatles. Released 21st. October 1977.
The year you were born my son.
My memory goes back that far.
A very good year for love!

14 February 2010 at 17:06

yamini said…

Ouch.... You've hit a raw nerve with that title post Kris.

15 February 2010 at 19:47

Kris McCracken said…

Magpie, it's a long list!

10 Murray has won a reprieve for now. I wouldn't be surprised if the financing fell through and she'll survive.

16 February 2010 at 13:45

Kris McCracken said…

Roddy, it was a compilation!

16 February 2010 at 13:46

Kris McCracken said…

Yamini, surely not?

16 February 2010 at 13:46

If you want to be loved, be lovable.

Henry admires the view.

Ah, Joe, you never knew the whole of it...

I still have the robot on the job. Here you can see the Tasmanian Museum and Art Gallery . And here is a poem: Soliloquy for One Dead Bruce Dawe Ah, no, Joe, you never knew the whole of it, the whistling which is only the wind in the chimney's smoking belly, the footsteps on the muddy path that are always somebody else's. I think of your limbs down there, softly becoming mineral, the life of grasses, and the old love of you thrusts the tears up into my eyes, with the family aware and looking everywhere else. Sometimes when summer is over the land, when the heat quickens the deaf timbers, and birds are thick in the plumbs again, my heart sickens, Joe, calling for the water of your voice and the gone agony of your nearness. I try hard to forget, saying: If God wills, it must be so, because of His goodness, because- but the grasshopper memory leaps in the long thicket, knowing no ease. Ah, Joe, you never knew the whole of it... I like Bruce Dawe. He just my be my favourite Austral

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