Bandits at 11 o'clock!

In deference to his royal scrobleness I will now let all you wannabee heroes of the skies have the words to the Dambusters march. I used to sing it with my compatriots in the school choir up in the posh end of the pool so come on - you all know the tune - it goes like this:

Proudly, with high endeavour,
we, who are young forever,
won the freedom of the skies.
We shall never die!!!

We who have made our story
Part of our country's glory
Know our hearts will still live on
while Bri - tons - fly. dedede de de de (and back to the top)

You have to stand to attention while you sing it - perhaps saluting. If you have an old leather flying jacket or a pair of goggles you should of course wear it/them. There wasn't a dry eye in the house when we sang it!

Ziggy lives!!

Well, I am back in Brussels after a Space Oddity in the old home town. Before I went, Fast Eddy and I were in the bar attached to the puppet theatre in Brussels. There must have been a show on as the place was empty and we went right through to the back and sat down. The (very young) barman, after ascertaining that we were English asked us if we wanted some music on.

Us: Yes please
Barman: What would you like?
Us: What have you got?
Barman: Jaz, Rock 'n' roll....
Us: Rock 'n' roll please
Barman: David Bowie?
Us (in shocked amazement as both big fans): Yes please!
Barman: What period?
Us (pinching each other to check it wasn't a dream): 70s please
Barman: No problem

We spent a hunky dory hour or so with the Bowster, the puppets and some good strong Belgian beers, then Lady Stardust and Aladdin Sane rolled home to continue the experience in comfort.

We felt like the man (and woman) who sold the world!

Only in Brussels!!