the soundtrack of long life

We have been told that white stands for purity.
I've heard it whispered, the fair are of God.
Someone said colours are all in a rainbow.
I'm saying to you there are some they forgot.

Down in the gutter I heard someone crying.
Also heard laughter to add to the role.
That's the confusion and pain that I'm feeling.
Reach for my hand and I'll give you my soul.

Thinking's a headache, that's why we avoid it.
Thought reveals truth and the pain of the facts.
Now I see rainbows of many more colours.
Beauty is red, yellow, pink, brown, and black.

A Word About Colour, Julie Driscoll, Brian Auger and The Trinity

A very sixties sort of song, from when the World was young and innocent.

life lessons that are priceless – survival in the corporate world

«That evening, Mr Salter, foreign editor of The Beast, was summoned to dinner at his chief’s country seat at East Finchley.
[…]
Mr Salter’s side of the conversation was limited to expressions of assent. When Lord Copper was right he said, “Definitely, Lord Copper”; when he was wrong, “Up to a point”.
“Let me see, what’s the name of the place I mean? Capital of Japan? Yokohama, isn’t it?”
“Up to a point, Lord Copper.”
“And Hong Kong belongs to us, doesn’t it?”
“Definitely, Lord Copper.”»

Scoop, Evelyn Waugh

life on another hill – multiculturalism

A greenfinch and a goldfinch companionably passing the time of day on a pine branch outside the Fool’s office window. Apologies for the lack of quality of the photograph – it was taken through a dusty pane of “arithmetically” sealed (as they say) double glazing, the windows in these modern offices being non-opening in order, no doubt, to prevent people from jumping out out of sheer despondency.