Linkd In Blues

 

You need to join Linkd in!!….
said Mr HR with a smile.
His lifeless, bored expression-
made me think of Oscar Wilde…***
And, oozing insincerety-
he stuck his arm out – shook my hand.
We both knew he was lying…with his
“I’ll touch base when I can”.

 


Terry Thomas, 1958.

 

So under pressure from the missus-

I logged on and commenced to type
With a nasty nagging feeling that
I was joining a world of Hype..
I had to record just what I’d done
where I’d been, and where I could go
For some modern day evangelist
to establish just who I know!

 

It crossed my mind to add some people
Just make requests from out of the blue
A bagman, would make me interesting…or hell!
Even a prostitute or two!
But I think they wanted progressive types
Those that look good in a suit
Some one to foster an image that
Would make me the perfect recruit

So I called my friend John Metherell, as
Waikato men know the score…
‘wouldn’t touch it with a barge pole mate
tho Ive told you that before.”
And with his left foot firmly forward
And a slight pontifical grin
Suggested that to even follow that path
Would lead to occasions of sin.

Well, …I started in this life
feeding cows and tending sheep
and here I am in a post truth world
with time beginning to creep.
My lovely wife will not be happy
But I’m afraid Ive got bad news…
Someone’s gonna have to tell her
Ive got the Linkd in ……washed out….fed up
Hacked off…..

blues

…*** (always be sincere even when you don’t mean it)

 

 


“got experience in SQL, Javascript and PHP? Hell yeah!”

 

New Vid, old song! -The Horses Stay Behind

In World War One Australia and New Zealand shipped thousands of horses to the middle east.
When the fighting was over they were commanded to leave them behind… as the government “couldn’t afford to bring them back home.”.. As the troops had a low opinion of how the locals treated animals generally, most couldn’t bring themselves to leave the animals behind- especially after four years relying on the horse to survive. Check out The Broken Years- by Bill Gammage for the story. There’s a kiwi version of the story also but i can’t locate my book at this stage…..
Based on the poem by Trooper Bluegum

I’m the one

Radio

I’m the one has been stripped bare with just John B on piano and Cathy Irons on violin…. both are amazing musicians. This track was played at two weddings (my son and my daughter) while the signing was done).

Music for thinking folks