Music Played16 items
Gloria Estefan Dr Beat
Amy Macdonald 4th July
ABBA The Name Of The Game
Abba Gold, Polydor
The Beatles I Feel Fine
The Beatles - 1, Apple, 14
Paul Young Wherever I Lay My Hat (That's My Home)
No Greater Love (Various Artists), Global Records & Tapes, 5
Tina Turner What's Love Got To Do With It
No Greater Love (Various Artists), Global Records & Tapes
Pet Shop Boys Leaving
Elysium, Parlophone, 1
McFadden & Whitehead Ain't No Stoppin' Us Now
Million Sellers Vol.19 - The Seventie, Disky
Paul Simon Loves Me Like A Rock
Paul Simon - Negotiations & Love Song, Warner Bros, 2
Pnau Solid Ground (Too Much Worth Living For)
Soft Universe, ETCETC Music, 1
David Bowie Modern Love
David Bowie - Best Of Bowie, EMI
Ren Harvieu Do Right By Me
(CD Single), Universal
Marc Almond The Days Of Pearly Spencer
Now 22 (Various Artists), EMI
Birthday track for 1st Oct 1969
Creedence Clearwater Revival Bad Moon Rising
Green River, Fantasy, 1
Blur Country House
The Best Album In The World Ever!(Va), Virgin
The Monkees Last Train To Clarksville
Delilah - Jukebox 60's Hits, Old Gold, 2
PAUSE FOR THOUGHT: JOURNALIST, ABDUL REHMAN MALIK
I know there's other lovely parts of the UK but there's no doubt that I love living in London. I love its energy, its grittiness and the way it throws us - in our messy sameness and difference - together. But there is one thing about London that I do not love: the tap water. I'm not sure what its like where you live but to say London tap water is an acquired taste would be being exceedingly polite. I drink it, but most days it’s barely tolerable. Consider it an act of civic pride.
I grew up on the shores of Lake Ontario, one the largest bodies of freshwater in the world. To call it a lake is actually a bit of understatement. Growing up it appeared to me like an ocean. Lake Ontario water tastes sweet and refreshing. It’s what I imagine all water should taste like.
Since their first days in Canada, the lake held a fascination for my parents. They walked its boardwalks on sunny afternoons and sipped coffee while the sun set over its placid waters. As a child I remember excited going down to the pebbly beach near our home and skipping rocks with my father or skimming as we say in the UK.
Now, skipping rocks is more art than pastime. An experienced skipper can throw a rock so it literally hops and skims across the water 15 or 20 times. If skipping rocks were an Olympic sport, my father would be a Gold medallist. His technique is near perfect and his style graceful. I would run around looking for skip-worthy rocks and we'd practice throwing them over and over again.
It was on one of these afternoons by the lake, that I found it. It was partially hidden under a pile of other rocks. It had an unusually round shape and pinkish colour. Turning it over I discovered it was a beautifully preserved fossil. I felt the tubular ridges of the conical figure that was seemingly imbedded in the rock.
How old was it? My mother wrapped it carefully in tissue paper; put it in a small plastic margarine container and we went to the museum to find out. “Probably between 300 and 400 million years old”, concluded the museum’s geologist.
I was mesmerised. I felt like I had discovered a precious treasure. How remarkable that I lived in a universe where such beautiful creatures existed and that there was no one here to actually see them. I now had the opportunity to hold a bit of that world in my hand.
“Oh Lord,” The Prophet Muhammad prayed, “increase me in marvelling.”
I went on to find lots of little fossils imbedded in rocks, but none as striking as that first one. Earlier this summer, I took my young son to the lake to skip rocks with his grandfather. He shrieked in delight as they skimmed the water and proceeded to lob a few of his own. I can’t wait for him to discover that nearly every rock he threw held little pieces of an ancient history in them and I can’t wait to sit beside him as he marvels at his great discoveries. I pray that it will be the first of many.
VANESSA'S WORD OF THE DAY
We start the week with 'harbinger' - a person or thing that foreshadows or foretells the coming of someone or something