Saturday, 31 August 2013

Where Did Our Summers Go?

Where Did Our Summers Go?

I will run that beach bar on a small Mediterranean island one day. After a wonderful summer break, feeling the warm drizzle on my face as I depart from the plane in Britain, I can't help but think, "Where did our summers go?"

Francis Lai's Hidden Gem

Unarguably, the finest musical two minutes from composer Francis Lai is also something of a hidden gem. Where Did Our Summers Go? [Amazon] is a song he composed for the soundtrack of the 1968 film La Lecon Particuliere.

French singer, Nicole Croisille, turns it into a scorching torch song, as well as making us all nostalgic (already) for our summer hols. It's about time it was rediscovered.

Oh So Grey Britannia

So, the Tweed Pig detachment is back on British soil. After a time spent in full sunshine, with real blue skies and heat and lives lived out of doors, it's quite a jolt to return to monochrome Britain. That is actual British greyness above, foreign chums, the photo has not been altered. If you live in California, try imagining living inside an opaque light bulb.

The photo was taken from Clevedon pier. Pier of the year 2013, no less. Worth a trip if you're of a melancholy bent.

Time to put the bright and flimsy clothes away and bring out the thick and tweedy. After all, there's no place like home. Is there?

Let's see if Wordsworth can convince us...

I Travelled Among Unknown Men

I travelled among unknown men,
In lands beyond the sea;
Nor, England! did I know till then
What love I bore to thee.

'Tis past, that melancholy dream!
Nor will I quit thy shore
A second time; for still I seem
To love thee more and more.

Among thy mountains did I feel
The joy of my desire;
And she I cherished turned her wheel
Beside an English fire.

Thy mornings showed, thy nights concealed,
The bowers where Lucy played;
And thine too is the last green field
That Lucy's eyes surveyed.

William Wordsworth

Saturday, 3 August 2013

The Tweed Pig Break

Time for a Break

It's that time again. Tweedy feels as free as a lamb's bleat as Tweed Towers closes its doors temporarily for the summer holiday. Laziness shall prevail.

Enjoy your summer and The Ashes.

Feel free to get in touch for all things classically British or gems that remain hidden. Bye for now.

Thursday, 1 August 2013

Sounds of Summer

Plan your holiday days around some appropriately summery songs. Once drilled into your bonce, they'll evoke strong memories many years down the line. Brainwashing can be a force for good.

Bibio - A Tout a L'heure

Very much a morning song this. Try it before after your pre-breakfast swim in the sea. Pick some figs on your way to the beach, swim out to the nearest buoy and back, then sit down and listen whilst watching the sun beginning its upward trajectory and gobbling your figs. I've tried this and it works.

Sap Solid - Fun Adults

A nice song to listen to whilst eating grilled sardines and drinking fresh gazpacho at a beach-side chiringuito.

Tito Fontana - Sweden

The day is over. You're freshly showered and talcum powdered. You can feel the heat of the sun radiating out of your bones. It's late now. The cicadas are out in force. Take a seat on the balcony, light yourself a Montecristo Petit Edmundo, pick up that gin and tonic and listen to Tito Fontana's Sweden. And think about doing it all again tomorrow.

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