Friday, 21 December 2012

lager, lager, lager

I had a busy, lucky week, a lot of fun.

Last night I went up to London (you have no idea what this means to me). I didn’t feel able to cope with the tube, so (gulp) I drove.

But the traffic parted for me, the rain stopped and I met up with old friends and comrades for an Indian and a lager. I’m not going to tell you where, it’s the best kept secret in central London. A 1950’s Indian restaurant, not too hot, not expensive and the rice never stops coming.

Good conversation into the night;

No, woman, no cry. Bob Marley


'Cause - 'cause - 'cause I remember when a we used to sit

In a government yard in Trenchtown,

Oba - obaserving the 'ypocrites - yeah! -

Mingle with the good people we meet, yeah!

Good friends we have, oh, good friends we have lost

Along the way, yeah!

In this great future, you can't forget your past;

So dry your tears, I seh. Yeah!


No, woman, no cry;

No, woman, no cry. Eh, yeah!

A little darlin', don't shed no tears:

No, woman, no cry. Eh!


Said - said - said I remember when we used to sit

In the government yard in Trenchtown, yeah!

And then Georgie would make the fire lights,

I seh, logwood burnin' through the nights, yeah!

Then we would cook cornmeal porridge, say,

Of which I'll share with you, yeah!

My feet is my only carriage

And so I've got to push on through.

Oh, while I'm gone,

Everything's gonna be all right!

Everything's gonna be all right!

Everything's gonna be all right, yeah!


I drove back over the Westway (that’s an elevated expressway over west London) and I was listening to Massive Attack on the stereo (very Old Skool, I know, in those days we used to queue up for music on one of Mr Edison’s new wax cylinder’s – the excitement when we put it on the patent Edison Phonograph was indescribable). I was thinking of all the people who worked so hard to keep me going;

My specialist, the registrars, the scanners, the ultrasound, the MRI people, the Lab, the phlebotomists,  at West Mid and Charing Cross, my GP’s, all the people at St Peter’s who put me back together again – Swan Ward,the nurses and the care staff, the wrecking crew, again the registrars.

I’m not sure they spent all those hard years in college, all the long hours, working to get me a lager. Mind you it was a great lager. And I do do other things.


 Neil Harris

(a don’t stop till you drop production)

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