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…and I’m Ginger.
Guess the poet!
“When I look at the silver
In your hair,
How I wish you never in the world
Had a care.
How I wish week after week
It was not always Hello and Goodbye.
You have made the weeks, months
And years fly by.
You have been our rainbow
In a dark sky.
We hope that one day it will be
Just Hello
And never again Goodbye.”
Who wrote that?
We’ll tell you at the end.
But we were thinking about relationships this week.
It is increasingly being said that many up to the age of 25, or even 35 in some cases, have never had a serious, committed, sexual relations.
In some cases they haven’t even had sex by the age of 35.
Puritan or prat?
Abstainer or Kleenex-stainer?
Shy or stupid?
It’s not for us to say, but it does seem to be taking politeness a bit too far.
According to those who carry out these studies the answer isn’t puritanical, or hormonal.
It’s because they sleep with their phones instead.
They go gooey over Google.
They go mad for Twatter, sorry Twitter. All the sexual euphemisms got me confused for a moment there.
Let’s just say the only thing stirring in their laps are their laptops.
They probably think a Pole Dancer is an entertainer from Warsaw.
They probably think Deep Throat is the name Mark Felt used when he met Bob Woodward.
And they probably think blue movies are musicals.
Well, some of them are. It just depends what instruments they’re playing and whether they’re playing in tune!
Now unless all these studies were carried out by doing market research in Amish villages, what are we to make of it?
Fifty years ago the motto was ‘Make Love, Not War.’
Fifty years later you could say ‘Make Love, Not Texts.’
The Earth is overcrowded, so it could be a good thing.
The smartphone could be the most successful contraceptive in the world.
We’re not complaining!
What the world need is much more love, not sex.
Love for parents.
Love for each other.
Even Donald Trump!
Now, let’s turn back to that poem.
You might’ve guessed it referred to prison.
No, it wasn’t Oscar Wilde!
It was called “To A Beautiful Mother.”
It was written in 1982, at the time of the funeral of the mother of Reggie & Ronnie Kray.
Reg was in Parkhurst at the time and Ron was in Broadmoor.
They were sentenced to a minimum of 30 years at the Old Bailey in 1969.
There is love in everyone, everywhere!
With that we’ll wish you a lovely Labor Day weekend and we’ll see you again next week.
Happy Times & Places.
Say goodnight to all the nice people around the world.
OK, goodnight folks. See you next Tuesday.
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