The many and various ways I pass the time now has a new addition. Usually it involves drinking coffee whilst sitting at a computer keeping in touch with chums, or sipping wine sitting on our tiny terrace catching the sun, and wondering what else I can do to avoid any cleaning or tidying or putting away of stuff and things that aren't even MINE. And now I am going to type this blog. Provided that doesn't become a chore as well, in which case...

Saturday, 20 July 2013

Mr Wonderful

This man is - in my admittedly biased opinion - a near saint, a legend, an icon and an undoubted genius.

I shall love him until I die. If he goes before I do, and if I still have an ounce of awareness left in me, when I hear he is gone I shall weep. I do not feel this for anyone else I have never met.

I guess that is what it is to be a fan, then.

In case you were wondering just who inspires me to write thus, please read on


  1. Not a fan by your standards, I'm afraid, but this is a very fine action.

  2. Stevie Wonder was writing and recording his best music when I was at a very formative age (1972-1977, when I was in my late teens and early twenties) and it was the ethos behind the lyrics that attracted me as much as the playing and the singing. For you, the equivalent dominant sound of your youth would have been The Beatles.