And so the year ends, cold again and yet optimism abounds. I feel I have passed the age where a lament will be sung for me if i crash and fall, though I do like "The Lament for Icarus" by Herbert Draper (in the Tate). It has a certain charm and who could resist the assistance of... well a couple of sea nymphs. Though once again the image of tragedy serves to remind us how fragile life is and indeed how tragic it can be. So in the spirit of happy new year and the welcome for 2010 - stay well and forever young. I will try too, for I have much to do in the coming months and my enthusiasm is undimmed by the cold weather. Once again the fire is on, the Chateau Neuf is breathing and there is a banjo sitting in the corner waiting to be played - am I blessed, absolutely... but I have just heard Rowland S. Howard has just died, and that is such a sad event in the world of music - so I think this could play out the year, a couple of guys doing karaoke, ideal for a new years eve singalong:
And so the year ends, cold again and yet optimism abounds. I feel I have passed the age where a lament will be sung for me if i crash and fall, though I do like "The Lament for Icarus" by Herbert Draper (in the Tate). 
It has a certain charm and who could resist the assistance of... well a couple of sea nymphs. Though once again the image of tragedy serves to remind us how fragile life is and indeed how tragic it can be. So in the spirit of happy new year and the welcome for 2010 - stay well and forever young. I will try too, for I have much to do in the coming months and my enthusiasm is undimmed by the cold weather. Once again the fire is on, the Chateau Neuf is breathing and there is a banjo sitting in the corner waiting to be played - am I blessed, absolutely... but I have just heard Rowland S. Howard has just died, and that is such a sad event in the world of music - so I think this could play out the year, a couple of guys doing karaoke, ideal for a new years eve singalong: 
