Why!

My darling Joyce had a few strange,maybe just odd,ideas.We had a friendship that blossomed into love,then became an affair.My marriage had ended,hers had almost died.I'd given her a key to my flat and even though we might go days without seeing each other I always knew when she had been there.We both smoked yet there was never a dirty ashtray,drank coffee,but never a cup left for me to wash.My bed was always as I left it,but as a poet put it,and better than I ever could."The lily she held,in her hands as she passed by,left her fragrance here."
She,at times,might leave a note,I a letter or a poem,usually written in the early hours of that morning.Maybe foolishly,she kept these romantic ramblings in her purse,where one day Alf found them.It must have been weeks later when,during an argument or after some harsh words,I don't know which,he told her that he had found and read them.She was having the affair yet,"how dare he read her private letters!"
Things must have become more awkward between them after that because a few weeks later Alf told her that she had to make a decision,him or me.But why,couldn't he see that she still loved him.Alright,she needed me or what we had,but that didn't alter how she felt about him.Why couldn't she have both of us,she had enough love for both.
A couple of days later she phoned to ask me to come and bring her home,and that evening was the first we shared a bed,knowing that the next morning she would still be there.
The strange thing was that Alf had flu,and next morning Joyce showered,dressed,kissed me,then went round to see how he was.She remade his bed,made some hot lemon drink and some soup,and continued  doing this until he was better.A couple of years later when Alf remarried,she made sure their son was up,scrubbed,dressed,with a tie,and at the church in time.
Joyce was one wonderful woman,and its lucky this isn't on paper.

A grey bearded bikers question.

I have a question,a bit long winded,but only a simple question.When I first started watching motorcycle racing,at Crystal Palace or Brands Hatch and the only Japanese bikes on the tracks were Honda Benlys with race kits,most of the bikes were naked.The riders used to make themselves as small as possible and were one with the bike.Then we saw Mooneyes Cooper riding a faired in bike and hanging a knee out as he went into a bend.I thought this knee out cornering style was to help late cornering because as the knee came out his head and shoulders came up from behind the fairing and acted as a airbrake.
Now I hear that along with the change in tyre shape and knee pads it helps control the angle of lean.
While I was watching the MotoGP Sunday I noticed some of the riders hanging a leg out at the end of the straight and some way before the bend then put the foot back on the peg and leave a knee out as they hit the bend.Now my question is,why.Why hang the leg out waving in the air.Doesn't it upset the balance,I can see how it might stop someone passing on the inside but there must be some other reason.Anyway,it looks ugly.

Thans Derek.

This piece started out as a question.Which live bands,singers or musicians stand out in your memory.I'd started making my list,not alphabetical,just as they came to mind,when I realised how many of these guys I'd first heard playing as part of one paticular band.The Music Improvisation Company,or just,Company.
In north London there be a building,unless they knocked it down,but they wouldn't dare.It was,at one time,where trams were repaired,cleaned,turned around and sent on their way again.It was a large round building,hence its name,The Roundhouse.After the trams stopped running it lay empty until it started being used for the occasional rock or jazz gig.It was a great place,you could get a pint and a bite to eat,wander about,chat with friends or just sit and listen.This was where I first heard Company and was blown away by my first experience of free improvisation.
Company was a loose......company of musicians,English German,American,Dutch,and if my memory serves me well, a Belgium cellist who had the cello chained to his chair so that if at any time he was moved ,the chair would move with him.It was formed by the guitarist Derek Bailey,who it took me a while to,not understand more, hear properly,realise where he was.Company could be anything from a soloist up to six or seven musicians,blending,mixing,blowing with each other for a couple of minutes or half an hour.And what musicians,Evan Parker,Leo Smith,Anthony Braxton,Hans Bennink.
My record collection would be a lot smaller without that day,thanks Derek.

Have I this thing about.....

First there was Carol.Thirteen when we met,living only minutes apart we passed each other on the way to our schools.What do I remember,ginger hair,freckles,and green green eyes.I heard she became a navy wife,but that was when we were young.
Another four years before Margaret.With her blue,shot silk dress,auburn hair falling halfway down her back,and as I later learned,hidden freckles.We grew together,and then apart,yet even now if she would call.
Joyce,her flame red hair,freckles,and deep green brown eyes,she moved like a cat.Dancing with her was like drifting,and in her arms I floated on a cushion of love.I wake from a dream,the dream is she and I want it never to end,but it does.With a sigh and a tear.