In this life there are good times and bad, right and wrong, periods of elation and periods of depression. Yet sometimes we are fortunate to live a 'shade of grey', somewhere in between.
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If you intended reading more about the Wizard of Oz I would like you first to read an important announcement concerning a popular weekly feature by our well loved leader,
The Wizard of Aus, David McMahon of Authorblog
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David has handed me the Microphone, the Spit and the Cooker!
I can just see in my mind's eye him saying,
"Give 'em a right Roasting, Eddie from me!"
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Following his sad departure from Blogland David McMahon has honoured me beyond measure by suggesting I continue his weekly Sunday Roast publication. I was very touched to receive his email, and I quote:
. . . . . . . if you'd like to take up the baton and publish the weekly Sunday Roast column, I'd be delighted to hand it over to you, lock stock and barrel. I have some roasts in the pipeline and I'll email all these to you if you decide to take up the offer.
Thank you David, I am honoured beyond words. To be offered this task is truly breathtaking. I am so very, very grateful.
I have accepted David's very kind and generous offer on one condition and that is, if David ever decides to return to Blogland I will return it to it's rightful owner still intact and not compromised in any way. I shall make sure the project is run exactly as David would wish. I know I have sufficient time to administer this and I intend to devote considerable initial effort to get the show on the road for us.
I know this is a very popular feature at Authorblogand I shall try to maintain, and if possible increase, it's profile and interest, but this will take time.
As David said there are a number of roasts in the pipeline and these will be published as soon as I can do so at my blog.
For those not familiar with The Sunday Roast my very good blogging colleague, Maggie May, outlines it very well in her post which I link HERE
Before I can publish the first Roast, we must address how we can publicise the feature across Blogland so sufficient readers can be attracted. Maggie has kindly offered to keep her post published for a week and I would be grateful if you could post something for a few days to help get the word round.
I would welcome any suggestions as to how we can achieve success. We are addressing this issue as well and work is underway to find a solution and David has just agreed to link his blog to this post so his 935 followers can access the roasts if they so wish. If all goes well I should be able to post the roast circa mid October.
I intend running this feature in a democratic way and I shall be asking everyone for their nominations as to who YOU would like to feature and I would be grateful if you would let me know your preferences as and when they occur to you. I can easily handle setting it all up, contacting people and publishing the roasts.
I am a man of integrity and I shall respect all confidences, as David does, and always has.
I have an email set up for all roast correspondence and therefore you can contact me at:
or you could let me know as a comment attached to any post I may have showing at the time.
I will leave the email address on my sidebar for future reference after this post is superseded.
I intend adding a link to a Roll of Honour and I will compile all previous and current roasts so we can all see who has been roasted and when. You will be able to scroll down a page to see who they all are. This could rekindle interest thus highlighting the feature.
Since I normally post my work no more than twice weekly the roast post will stand for a much longer period of time than previously so more people will have time to notice it, hopefully - therefore there should be more comments for the 'roastee'.
I hope I have elicited interest here - I think this is a cracking publication and together let's make it work again and have some fun doing it.
Any suggestions would be most welcome.
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I publicly thank you David for all your help and encouragement . There is no doubt that without it I would have thrown in the towel long ago, as would a large number of blogging friends.
We all wish you well wherever you go and whatever you do. We know you will drop in to see us when you can and we shall be delighted when you do. And I for one will follow you on
God bless you, David _______________________________________________
I am working on the next installment of The Wizard of Oz and there may now be a slight delay posting it so I would ask you to bear with me for a while - I'm up to my neck in witches!! Actually I would welcome more writing time as well. Meanwhile if you would like to see the last episode please press HERE or the start at Part One HERE
Just as a refresher, this little rhyme
Shows Suldog's goal, after biding his time
He planned this nasty and dastardly deed
To quench his hunger for power and greed."
But meanwhile elsewhere an urgent crisis meeting was underway in blogOzland
Four beautiful queens of Sheba spent the morning deep in conversation inside a northern castle. There was an air of expectancy! Never before had the entire population of Oz been under threat by so powerful a foe.
A foe yet hidden from all but a few in the know
"It's not all Suldog's fault! He's been lost to the enemy! . . . . and so has Lakeviewer . . . . and so has Crystal Jigsaw! All three have all been 'processed' and no longer remember anything concerning who they really are and in their current state of mind they think their present is their reality. As they are, particularly Suldog, they are terribly dangerous but we must try to rescue them. First we have to protect those uncorrupted from these three and this foe and then see what we can do about rescuing those 'processed' later! Are we all agreed?"
Glinda, known as Lady Janine from the province of Sniffles and Smiles, was speaking. She is known as the good witch of the North. All three companions nodded in approval, still wearing serious expressions on their faces.
Lady Meredith, Lady Cherry and Lady Lola sat attentively on the edge of their chairs as Glinda leaned forward and spoke quietly, "I have a plan; it must go without a hitch and you all have a part to play . . . . . ."
She continued . . . "Look! ¬ it's starting - Dorothy is running away with Toto TinkaBelle - she'll soon see David posing as a Professor Marvel - he has an urgent message for her to pass to Eddie. I know we are all looking forward to seeing him - we all know him so well, but alas he always wants his fantasies and freedom - and perfect situations must go wrong occasionally - but enough of that for now. Eddie is the key as long as he wears that gormless expression and always struts around looking like a straw Scarecrow seeking a brain - what wonderfulcover! They're bound to fall for it.Lady Marguerite is playing along with Suldogbut we all know Eddie has a roving eye and she's caught his fancy right now - as he did to all of us once - isn't it madness he can't be mine, ours . . . . oh I don't know any more!"
"Look!! . . . Marvel has persuaded Dorothy to return home - she'd better hurry because Breeze has orders to begin the storm, later intensifying it to a twister - then events will be unleashed which we have to watch and manage very carefully. We must be ready to intervene at Munchkinland. Eddie is in place just outside the village, so is Michael, further on, disguised as a silly Tin Woodman and further on along the Yellow Brick Road is Brian disguised as a Cowardly Lion. By the time they reach Emerald City our plan will be well under way. Quick - it's starting - we must ready ourselves!"
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Meanwhile two invisible forces met head on, arguing for domination and each in turn had her say as their battle raged - First was Breeze who blew gently at first, gradually intensify until she domineered with a huge and powerful tornado in Kansas. Then Breeze blew herself out and was subdued eventually by Tranquility and Stillness
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(The story progresses)
Dorothy had sung a song
About a Rainbow bright and long
She wondered if at where it ended
All her troubles would be mended.
You see from home she'd run away
To keep that nasty MissGulch at bay
From stealing her beloved Tonto
She'd run for many miles, and pronto!
She met a man, a fortune teller
He said I'm David - not that 'feller'
Professor Marvel, saying, "Are you ready
To take my message to straw hunk Eddie?"
"tell him . . . . .
"he must look straight at his foe's eyes
And not to listen to their lies.
Tell Eddie that they cannot stand it
And he will beat them - I command it!"
"And now go home, its getting rough
The wind is blowing very tough".
She said to him, "OK Mister!"
And then she saw a mighty twister.
She kicked open the garden gate
And then she saw her nasty fate
She could not get into the bunker
The worry of it nearly sunk her.
She crashed into the house instead
And landed firmly on her head
This made her to fall into a sleep
And see strange things when counting sheep.
The house did shudder and did fly
High in the air and into sky
She marvelled as she saw a cow
Flying past - she knew not how.
And then a granny in a chair
Waved and smiled when in mid air
She smiled and was mildly elated
When her rocking chair rotated.
She saw a woman on a bike
Who she knew well and didn't like.
T'was Almira Gulch - the bitch!
Who changed before her 'to a witch!
She took off quickly on her broom
And quickly made a sonic boom.
She marvelled at her aerobatics
And how she skimmed the roofs and attics.
Then all was still and even handed
Because the house on ground had landed. Dorothy and her little dog
Looked and walked outside 'agog'.
For everything she saw looked fuller
With detail painted deep in colour
She thought she'd found where rainbow ended.
It was the place where colours blended.
She waited there for a few seconds
"Methinks there's someone here", she reckons
And then a face or two appeared
And slowly to her several veered.
"You are a good and powerful witch
To kill another in this ditch
That lies below the house that's landed
Upon the witch who's power's disbanded." "The wicked witch of East is dead
That heavy house it squashed her head
And now her Cherry shoes are yours
According to our rites and laws."
Dorothy asked, "Who are you?
And who are these people in this queue?
For you are becoming very many
Where's your leader, have you any?"
"I'm their leader, Marcy Poppins
I always come to meet new 'drop ins'
That wicked witch was from the East
So nice of you to kill the beast!"
"She held all Munchkins in her power
Until you freed us at this hour
You have to be a witch of note
The strongest one that any wrote."
"Oh no I'm not a witch at all!
I'm just a girl and not too tall!"
And then a lot of people came
To see their hero, now of great fame.
"We're from the village and nice folk", Marcy told her, as she spoke,
"Our group is known as Village People
From far and wide beyond church steeple."
To put that lot into verse
Would make me sweat and start to curse
Their addresses if you do come Marcy's way
Are on her site, Blessings Each Day
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Four silver orbs floated towards them from the sky, approaching nearer and nearer and becoming larger and larger, fully materialising into human form and eventually settling nearby. They were all beautiful ladies dressed in white each holding a silver wand and each smiling at Dorothy, who looked at Janine, enquiring of them all, "Which witch are you? . . . . and you? . . . . and you? . . . . . and you?"
"We are all slightly different and we all come from the North - I am practically perfect in every way and my name is Glinda. I am the good witch of True North and these ladies are also powerful white witches and my companions."
The next witch stepped forward
"I am Lola, mostly a good witchof the Magnetic North.
My blog site is Algio, Olio & Peperoncioand I am known for my magnetic personality - I am good for most of the time but occasionally I stray a little because if you must know I have rich Italian blood coursing through my veins and I am only human . . . . . . . . . and by the way I dress like this on Friday and Saturday nights when I pop into Rome to look for the local talent!
The next witch stepped forward
"I am Lady Meredith of The Things We Carried.I am the good witch of Grid North. I too sometimes have a slight weakness for men in uniforms, men with a good sense of humour and a men who are romantic - if all three qualities are present in one man, as in the case of one man I know, then my knees go weak, my eye lashes flutter and I hear romantic symphonic music in my ears and I walk around in a daze. "
The next witch stepped forward
"I am Lady Cherry of The Girl from Cherry Blossom Street - I am the good witch of Due North and Mr Eddie loves my cherry red boots and white dress and last year I kissed him on the cheek and he still won't wash the lipstick off."
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Suddenly there was a blinding FLASH and a puff of RED SMOKE followed by a cackle of laughter and a blood curdling shriek that none had heard in their entire life time!
All except the witches rushed for cover!
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It was Suldog, the wicked witch of the West
Whose aerobatic prowess was simply the best
He looped the loop and victory rolled
With such precision they were all left cold.
He buzzed them all this way, and then he returned
They gazed at his flying as he twisted and turned
He landed quickly in a puff of red smoke
With a thick acrid smell that made them all choke!
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Well well well! What have we here! Little Dorothy and her pathetic little dog! Toto TinkaBelle indeed!
Where are my red shoes? I claim them from my sister lying dead beneath that house.
G I V E T H E M TO ME
Just then a woman stepped into view waving her arms like a mad thing!
"No! I want them!
I WANT THEM!!
THEY ARE MINE!!"
It was Fat, Frumpy and Fifty, who shouted at the top of her voice, "Now look what you have done! I am waving my arms about in a tantrum - MUMMY, Moanie, I WANT THEM!!
LET ME HAVE THEM!
I WANT MY PRINCE CHARMING!!
Glinda - "I think you are in the wrong film - you should be in Cinderella, just down that road, first on the left, and they are glass slippers and not red shoes!"
"Oh! Sorry my mistake OK! Bye!"
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Suldog - I am not in the wrong film for I am the powerful wicked witch of the West and I claim my shoes - NOW"
He was about to wrench the shoes from his deceased sister when they vanished and appeared on Dorothy's feet.
Suldog - "Holy Mackerel on ten thousand fishing lines! Give them to me or I will get some white chalk and draw a giant rude man on your nearest hillside and it will be bigger and better than the British one because I am American!"
Glinda - "Go away you silly little man - you have no power here in Munchkinland - boo! and go!"
Suldog - Very well - but I will get you Dorothy and make you give me the red shoes elsewhere - you have not heard the last of me!"
FLASH
Off he went in a puff of red smoke to the cheers of the Munchkins and Village people.
Glinda - "Dorothy, as long as you wear these shoes you are safe from the wicked witch of the West. Keep them on along the Yellow Brick Road on your way to The Emerald City. You shall meet a straw scarecrow just outside this village - stay with him and there are two more friends along the road as well!"
Glinda (to the other witches) - I can just see Eddie in the field there. We must see him!
Meredith - "Yes! Wasn't it good?
Cherry - "Yes! Wasn't it fine?
Lola - "Isn't it madness?
Glinda - "He can't be mine!"
. . . . . come let us tell the villagers about it!
Lola - "Yes I'll video it for him while you three sing.
The four ladies STEPPED forward and took STEPS to make themselves even more glamorous and STEPPED onto the stage to tumultuous applause. They looked stunning! Cherry led, followed by Meredith and the little brunette was Glinda making a lovely little wiggle as she began to sing.
Even though they were smiling at the end of the song inside the four ladies cried, Dorothy cried, Toto TinkaBelle cried, MarcyPoppins cried, all the Village People cried, all the Munchkins cried, even Suldog, Lakeviewer and Crystal cried because they were watching in Crystal's magic Jigsaw . . . . and not far away the tears were rolling down Eddie the Hunk's face for he too had seen them sing on his mobile Skype broadband service provider in a field nearby
This tale was first filmed in ONE NINE THREE NINE
But because it was flat I've rewritten each line
It now has some bite and lots of appeal
It has horror! . . . . romance! . . . . great fun! . . . . and zeal!
I'll beef up those Munchkins that some find pathetic!
They made some folk sleep, without anaesthetic.
They'll not prance around to a silly brass band
There'll be music and singing in stereo sound!
I'll have you all dangling at the edge of your chair
With a new look approach - and a breath of fresh air
There'll be riveting, seat gripping fear and suspense
Of things good and bad things - and those on the fence.
Just now I'm uncertain of just how I'll cope
To create a blockbuster, but I live in hope . . . .
I'll get you all laughing and keep you in stitches
With all the additional people and witches.
(I hope! . . . . . Here goes!!)
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Welcome to Oz - a land we know well, for it is blog land in which we all live. The land is in futility because it is in the hands of the wicked witch of the East who has overcome the mysterious Wizard of Oz.
He has escaped but just who is he?
None other than our own David disguised as Professor Marvel, a travelling Fortune Teller in the first instance, and ALL his 943 followers (sorry 944) have been taken under the heel of the wicked witch of the East's evil spell and they are all held captive in her tower.
Her sister, the wicked witch of the West is jealous and eagerly awaits her chance to overcome her and claim her power over the Munchkins and ultimately the whole of Oz. She reveals her true identity - she, or should I say he (at present no-one knows for sure) is non other than that mean, wicked, uncouth, evil, clever, 'modest', otherwise likeable wizard disguised as a witch. . . . . .
Suldog, who if he cannot get his evil way will turn us all into frogs!
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The scene opens with three witches in a secret castle, deep inside the western section of Oz. Enter Suldog, Lakeviewer and Crystal Jigsaw
Suldog - "What say ye, brethren, am I not the greatest witch of all? - Speak, but let me hear an answer I wouldst like for my wrath is like a whirlwind when I am displeased.
Speak my Lady Lakeviewer, for your comments are usually regarded as the pinnacle of intelligence within all blogland - speak forthwith and let me hear your wisdom - and comment if thou wouldst!"
. Lakeviewer - "Good lady (or are you a gentleman?) If ye seek my opinion I wouldst refer you to our other friend here, for she has the power to look into things to come - ask the Lady Crystal Jigsaw for she and non other will answer you wisely for she has the future in her sparkling crystal orb within her hands of crystal!"
Suldog - "Crystal Jigsaw standing near that wall
Who is the strongest and meanest witch of all?"
Crystal - "Good Sir! for I think you are really a wizard
You'll like not what you hear and you'll be wanting my gizzard!
For you are but the wicked witch of the West
And not the strongest, as per your request.
She is thy sister, the witch of the East
And she wears cherry red shoes and is truly a beast!
For all in blogland are held in her power
They cry in her prison and are locked in her tower!"
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Suldog - "What! by all the saints on tricycles, why dost thou dare say I am not number one in Oz - it is my right.
I SHALL BE the greatest witch in Blogland - how dare you say I am not!
I shall have you tongues for this!
Yet good Crystal what is that I see within your glass jigsaw? I see a vision of some beings there! Lakeviewer, you are all knowing - who are these people and tell me how can I get more power to satisfy my quest?"
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Lakeviewer - The way to get you infinite power is to kill that sister of yours and take her cherry red shoes for your own, click your heels and all blogland will come within your power - those people you see in Crystal Jigsaw's mirror are merely puppets and instruments whereby ye shall obtain your heart's desire.
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Suldog - Yes I could do with those red shoes to go with my Boston Red Sox - But tarry a while! Who are these little, weak and wretched beings that even a small Breeze could blow over? Speak to me of this for I wouldst know - and now!
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Crystal - I see them all but alas just in black and white, my master.
They are all in Kansas, three farm hand fools calling themselves Hickory, Hunk and Zeke.
I see a young lady called Dorothy, her dog, Toto TinkaBell and her Auntie Em and Uncle Henry.
And . . . . wait I see one likened to yourself, my master, an ugly townswoman, Miss Almira Gulch riding a strange bicycle - and that brat dog, Toto TinkaBell, has just bitten her and she has just 'clouted' the dog on the back of the head with a rake. She wants him destroyed and has got a court order to take him away and she has placed him in a basket on her bicycle.
My word Suldog - she looks just like you!! Is she you?
It must be you, master, or is it mistress?
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Suldog - That's for me to know and you to wonder! I think master will suffice! Speak, woman, what has all this to do with the plot?
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Crystal Jigsaw - I wish sometimes I was still a farmer's wife on my farm in Northumberland before you 'processed' me (and Lakeviewer for that matter), but let me consult my crystal to answer thee.
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Dorothy, that little Teacher's Pet, will be useful to you at the start for she shall cause thy sister's death. Yet watch her companions like a hawk and watch her at the end! - those three stupid farm hands, especially that brainless straw scare crow, shall all be a thorn in your side! Yet their threat shall be managed if you take care.
You must get Dorothy's house here in blogland for it shall fall from the sky, land on your sister, squash her and . . . . kill her!"
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Suldog - Goodie! Goodie! But how the 'ell am I going to do that?
Yet wait - I see my chance for I shall confiscate this dog, Toto Tinkabell and bargain for those cherry red shoes.
I shall cause fury and a whirlwind - a Tornado in Kansas - that will do the trick - and when that witch is killed by that house I shall have her cherry red shoes and I shall take over those captives in my sister's tower and hunt down and capture that camera crazy Aussie from Melbourne who leads them - and I shall keep them ALL locked in my tower and in my total power! heee! hee! heee!
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Yet I shall show a little mercy for this weak and feeble Melbourne man. When I have him captive I shall grant him title "The Wizard Of Oz" - a title of authority with no power - or shall he be "The Wizard of Aus" ?
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Hee! heee! hee!
We shall see!!
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CRASH OF THUNDER!
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Suldog - Yet there's one more thing I do require
Extra to red shoes to give me power
I must Eddie's blue flashing eyes
To capture ladies' hearts and sighs.
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For I am jealous of their attention
They afford to him at their invention!
Lakeviewer, I ask you to devise a plan
To trap and snare this ladies' man!
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Lakeviewer - His weakness is a pretty face
His legs go weak and his pulses race.
His comments to Lady Marguerite
Make it clear she's up his street!
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If you can get her to entice him
With her shrimps she may well spice 'im
Then just when he expects signs of rapture
Ye step in and him ye capture!
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Suldog - I like your plan - I do indeed
Summon her and say she's freed
For I think she is the very key
And to do it I think she will agree.
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Lady Marguerite was pushed and prodded
And reluctantly she agreed and nodded.
Yet silent thoughts came fast and steady
That she would like to meet cher Eddie.
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For he had left some comments pleasing
On her posts she thought were teasing!
She wondered if these were kind of spurious
And she was becoming very curious!
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Suldog - And now with all this set in motion
I will deal this deadly potion
For l will wreak full retribution
For those involved in this solution
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Of causing a little babe with duck
When a man to change my luck
By picking up an evil wand
Someone had planted by my hand
No sooner than I picked it up and switched
I was changed and was bewitched.
Lakeviewer and Crystal Jigsaw - "You were indeed a lovely baby - why the change do you suppose?
Suldog - "I experimented with this wand I found - see my nervous look - I think it was once a dispicable object and was a little nervous of using it. Someone place it there and tricked me! But it was very powerful and turned me into my present form - I love it and I hate it for different reasons.
Someone will pay dearly for this, mark my words and it shall be those three whom I shall meet at the appointed hour and this chaos has the hallmarks of Bluelights written all over it.
I blame mostly that character Bluelights whom I liken to that irritating "Hunk" - he looks completely brainless and is but a simple Scarecrow made of straw . . . . . and that other character "Hickory" looks a bit 'canned' and he walks with a stiff cadence and to me he is a Tin Woodman with an axe and an oil can. His heart is not in him at all. And that other fellow, "Zeke" the one with the yellow streak down his back, to me he looks like a Cowardly Lion with no courage.
When we meet them I decree let it be as I say
So let it be written, so let it be done!!
My wand will cause this miracle before your very eyes!
Now I shall terminate this meeting my sisters
I bid you good day, my ladies and misters.
And when these matters yet come to pass
Let's hope we don't slip up and fall on our ass!"
All three round a cauldron:
"When shall we three meet again?
In thunder, lightning, or in rain?
When the hurlyburly's done,
When the battle's lost and won.
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Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and cauldron bubble.
- heee! heee! heee! heee!
CRASH OF THUNDER!!!!
Curtain!
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Tune in next week for the next gripping installment, press HERE
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When will Dorothy show up?
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When will Eddie show up?
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Just who is this witch who calls herself, The Not Always Good but Not Always Bad either Witch of the North East?
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OR is this a wind up??
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Will Suldog succeed?
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Where is Glinda and who are her companions?
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And why does everyone love Eddie? .
Because I''m writing it of course!!! The pen is indeed mightier than the sword! or the wand!!
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Regarding the timing of this series of posts I must be a touch psychic!!
I am grateful to my good friend Jackie for pointing out that this month and year is the 70th anniversary of the original film's debut . . . . . and that
I feel like celebrating with a musical masterpiece - something really grand - and what better choice than this renditition of Handel's . . . . . . .
The Arrival Of The Queen Of Sheba
by the Amethyst Quartet
Isn't it fabulous - such precision, accuracy and expression. I hope you like classical music - but please read on anyway
So just what am I celebrating?
Oh, it could be because it is just wonderful to be alive and in blogland - you all say the nicest things! . . . . . most of the time.
Within a month I have been called a "CUTE HOOT", "A COOL DUDE" and one lovely lady has gone as far as saying, "EDDIE: I'M GOING TO LOOK FOR YOU IN MY NEXT LIFE; YOU'RE DEFINITELY THE MAN FOR ME!"
Oh, excuse my while I wipe my brow!
I shall not reveal your identity but thank you ! You have made my decade!
Or could my celebration be the return of somevery good friends of mine to blogland?
So, I'll call the music "The arrival of the Queens Of Sheba"
because these ladies are ALL Queens of blogland - and we can listen together to this marvellous rendition as we read on . . . . . . . . . . .
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To hear Eddie and Janine play a duet of this press HERE
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But actually THE MAIN REASON reason for this post is because I am celebrating my own Sunday Roasting on 6th September 2009. Roast beef and Yorkshire Pudding is on the menu - just like mamma used to make. Tuck in and enjoy! I am deeply honoured to be featured in David McMahon's The Sunday Roast at Authorblog. To read it please click HERE and thank you David - I enjoyed the roasting very much. To participate is a huge privilege, as it is to be awarded POTDs of which I have received seven so far. It was an honour to receive these as well and the roasting.
And thank you David for my gradual roasting so I could get used to the temperature. David, you are a shepherd extraordinaire and you watch faithfully over your ever growing flock numbering 943 (sorry 944).
I sense a big celebration when you reach 1000
(Very strange! - sometimes I am observed to be not in the picture - yet I return - where I go no one knows. It's a bit like Gilbert & Sullivan's "Ruddigore". Same at David's Roast Host - obviously I go to haunt people! - or perhaps just to stretch my legs? Should be rectified now)
Whilst writing, once again, I would take this opportunity to apologise to my followers for not visiting your posts as regularly as I would wish - I am horrendously busy at work trying to settle into a new job - but I hope the dust will settle soon to allow me more time.
In conclusion I offer a preview of a forthcoming attraction, as you might have noticed, on my film trailer post.
I do plan posting more ambulance stories but I am sketching in my mind a big fun production where a lot of my blogging friends can participate - a bit like my Grand National - problem is this one is a long time coming because of my work situation so all I can do for now is 'tease' you with it for a while.
Ladies and Gentlemen, I give you due warning that a new musical rendition of "The Wizard Of Oz" will soon be penned and adorn the world of make belief. I am uncertain when this will be posted as yet - I have not the foggiest idea! I am auditioning still for some of the major parts and the production has not been completed - but I give you due warning, the chances are very strong you will be in it but I cannot tell you as yet whether you will be a 'goody' or a 'baddy'.
What I can say is that nasty, evil, wizard of a witch, Suldog is cast for that horrible, deadly, vile Witch of the West and let me warn you, his wand is deadly and his broom flying is brilliant.
All together: "Booooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh"
Says he, "No no! I am nice really!"
"Oh no, you're not . . . . . .boooooooooooooooh!"
"Oh yes I am!" "Oh no! You're not! booooooooooooooooh"
"Grrrr! Right! By all the nuns on a merry go round I will turn you all into a load of toads! Grrrr!"
GET ON WITH THE SHOW EDDIE!!!WE'RE WAY OVER BUDGET AND WE WANT THOSE CAMERAS TO ROLL - GET WRITING OR WE'LL COME OVER THERE, FIND YOU AND BUST YOUR ASS!!
Since I discovered I missed some golden photographic oportunities by not having my camera I aways carry my camera with me now - everywhere!
Recently I got these shots. All these situations presented themselves completely 'out of the blue'.
I was wiping over the rotary washing line and . . . hello . . . a 'flutter by' called in unannounced, landing right in front of me. Have I got my camera? Yes, in my pocket! Don't fly away yet! Ready, steady . . . . . zoom in optically and a bit digitally . . . . hold steady . . . . and . . . got ya!
What's this? . . . . a dragonfly! You're off limits mate! You're grounded . . . until I get this shot anyway!
And . . . . a damsel fly in distress? No she's OK . . . . I think , just playing hard to get.
Glittery waves photographed off Brean Down, near Weston Super Mare. It's not only clouds that have 'silvery linings'.
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What's this? . . . . a dragonfly! You're off limits mate! You're grounded . . . until I get this shot anyway!
And . . . . a damsel fly in distress? No she's OK . . . . I think , just playing hard to get.
