David Bowie, the Squirrel and the Telegraph Pole

Well as the world knows David Bowie died today at the age of 69. Now although sad news to us the fact is he did have an interesting and at times good life. I think also there were more than a few times when he was somewhat off the rails in term of conventional lifestyle, but such is . . . or was the rock and roll life for many at one time.  Musically David Bowie’s music covered a huge range of styles, but most remember the old classics. . . . . It was ever such. Anyway all I can say is it’s a fickle world and Mr Bowie made his mark in it in his own way. And if there is an afterlife right now Lemmy will be playing a huge noisy bass guitar riff at Mr Bowie who will be smiling trying to look happy and asking if Mr Lemmy has seen his old mate Lou Reed about. . . . . . 69 may not seem old (well not to me), but lets face it only gnarled old blues men still have their mojo in their eighties and beyond.

So what did I do today . . . I fixed a small torch and took a photo of a squirrel up a telegraph pole and drank a mug of cocoa in a garden centre sort of place, removed a load of tools from my car that a cat refused too last night and ate cornflakes and some other things.  Life in the fast lane is sometimes quite slow.

That squirrel by the way is the little one the great fat beast is huge from eating all the peanuts we put out for the birds.