Showing posts with label Oh Well. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Oh Well. Show all posts

Tuesday, August 11, 2020

OH WELL, OH MY

Peter Green died recently. The Green Manalishi (with the Two-Prong Crown) was my favorite song of his.  And I also liked Oh Well because of the lines

I can't help about the shape I’m in
I can’t sing, I ain’t pretty and my legs are thin

Did Peter Green have thin legs? Well thin-ish, I think, but not amazingly so.  It’s hard to get a really good look.  


He sometimes kept them very well covered:


Was he much of a walker?  I’m not sure.  He did have a song titled Walkin’ the Road, but then every blues player has a song about walking

And then in the Times t’other week there was a profile of Rishi Sunak the current English Chancellor of the Exchequer and by some accounts our Prime Minister in waiting.

Is Rishi Sunak a walker?  Well apparently so. One paragraph in the Times read, ‘Another (student friend) remembers bumping into him on a Saturday at the sort of time most students were sleeping off hangovers.  He was walking around with a notepad. ‘I asked him what he was doing and he said, ‘My parents are coming tomorrow so I am devising a walk of interesting landmarks in the city.’'

A lad who prepares a walking tour for the aged parents is OK by me. 


Does Rishi Sunak have thin legs? If the photo below is anything to go by then yes, yes he does.