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BBC Radio 4 is playing Desert island Disks with Kim Cattrall of 'Sex and the City.' The link below takes you to her choice of records. The Beatles and lc are favourites and she lived in Liverpool for a while when she was about 12 years old.

She chose 'Please Please Me,' and 'Closing Time.'


http://www.bbc.co.uk/radio4/factual/des ... iscs.shtml

linda at the pool, (Not Liverpool ) this link below is of Clive Stafford Smith's appearance on the programme and his first choice is a favourite of mine.
http://www.bbc.co.uk/radio4/factual/des ... 1121.shtml

My Wife wants me to play Closing Time at Her funeral.

Dry sense of humour my Wife...

Byron wrote:Clive Stafford Smith's appearance on the programme and his first choice is a favourite of mine.

This choice of his is a favourite of mine:

Clive Stafford Smith spent more than twenty-five years representing people on death row. He's saved hundreds of lives and counts his clients among his friends. He says his work is his calling - one he was drawn to after writing an essay on capital punishment while at school. Initially he thought it was a history essay and was appalled to find the death sentence was still in use.

How far away from barbarousness are we?

tom

I haven't been around much the past few days, and I see there's some catching up to do. Hmm. Maybe I'll have my morning (early, early morning) coffee first.

See you guys,

Linda.

Tom, when a state department insisted that a prisoner on death row received medical help, to get him mentally sane, in order to kill him, once he could understand that he was being killed, I gave up on civilised government behaviour. Warped, doesn't even come close.
Clive Stafford-Smith has saved many innocent men from death.

Byron ...I hadnt quite pictured you as a Sex and the City fan but I guess we all have our hidden depths

p.s. I admit to having watched a couple of episodes myself but I must emphasize it was out of boredom and for want of anything better at that particular moment.

Sssshhh.........

Hullo Byron,

Thanks for the link. There's that Tallis again. Must look into this. I like the publication also. I kept the page and will look into that, as well.

Thanks so much.

Pip, pip.
Linda.

'Alexandra Leaving' on John Cale's Desert Island Discs




http://www.bbc.co.uk/radio4/factual/des ... 0222.shtml

Dear Byron et al,
"Please Please Me" was the Beatles' first L.P., released on March 22nd 1963.
Just in case you'd forgotten, here's the track list:
I saw her standing there
Misery
Anna (go with him)
Chains
Boys
Ask me why
Please Please me
Love me do
P.S. I love you
Baby it's you
Do you want to know a secret?
A taste of honey
There's a place
Twist and shout.


The first stanza of Philip Larkin's "Annus Mirabilis" reads;

Sexual intercourse began
In nineteen sixty-three
(Which was rather late for me)-
Between the end of the Chatterley ban
And the Beatles' first L.P.



Byron, my body may have been in Scotland that year, but my soul was in the Cavern.
Andrew.

The Cavern was entered by queuing for some time before getting to the entrance door. There were very steep steps to go down into the cavernous space below. (Hence the name)
A cloakroom lady stood behind a small opening to your right as you got to the bottom of the stairs. Macs and heavy top coats were handed to her and she gave you a ticket. Sometimes the girl was Priscilla White. You will know her as Cilla Black.
There was a bar at the back of the room where drinks were bought. There was never any alcohol sold in the Cavern.
The actual room was created from three brick vaulted cellars, which had no dividing walls between them. The brick arches provided the support for the brick vaulted roofs. The cellar was part of Liverpool's maritime history, having been used to store imported goods, immigrants and slaves.
The room was about 75 feet long by about 65 feet wide. It didn't take many people to fill it to capacity. The heat from the bodies created condensation that dripped from the brick walls and roof. There was a constant smell of perfume, sweat, and detergent. The toilets were adequate.
At the far end of the middle vault was the tiny stage. It was only just big enough to hold a drum kit/drummer, and three guitar players. The amplifiers were 'something else' in such a small and confined space. You could feel the thud of the bass and the pounding of the drums, through your heart, lungs, liver, bladder and any other part of your body. The whole building did shudder with the beat of the music.
I saw every band that came out of Liverpool in those days; The Big Three, Herman's Hermits, The Mojos, The Searchers, Wayne Fontana and The Mindbenders, et al. ( )
There were padded benches along the sides of the outer vaulted areas, wher one would pass the time in pleasant conversation with a new friend from the opposite sex.
When I hear mention of The Cavern, the first thing I remember is the unique smell of the place. The next memory is off the pounding thud of the music blasting its way through my body.
When Elizabeth comes to visit, I hope to be able to take her to the newly created Cavern, that is a few doors from were the original Cavern used to be.
I grew up one mile from Strawberry Fields, which was a children's home. I travelled to work each day passing the Firestation were that 'Fireman' was based and then passed Penny Lane and the Shelter opposite it.
If we have enough time, I'll show lizzie some of these places, in her flying visit.

Dear Byron,
Lucky Lizzie! But maybe you should take her to "The Grapes", the pub where the Fab Four drank before and after the Cavern gigs. There are some great photos of the band on the walls. My son sang there a few years ago: Beatles stuff of course.
You mentioned the smell of the place: it's impossible to put that on a c.d., digital camera, video, DVD, mobile phone, ipod, laptop, PC, smart card, e-mail or any other modern convenience.
Byron, the only place the Cavern can be smelled is in a poem you must write.
This is not an instruction; call it an invitation. But do it, please.
As bossy as ever,
Andrew.

Dear Byron,
I can't delete my previous post, but I owe you an apology: it's inadmissible to force anyone to write a poem suggested by someone else, in this case, me.
Have any of the "Liverpool Poets" written about the Cavern?
I have collections from the usual suspects, and can't see one yet.
Andrew.

Andrew, I believe that Adrian Henry may have mentioned writing one about the Cavern. Whether it ever came to fruition is unknown by me.

Alas, Adrian is no longer with us.

Of all local poets who could have made a gritty picture of the Cavern, I would have hoped that John Cooper Clarke had tackled it. Even if he is from Manchester.

I take your gentlemanly volunteered point about insistence upon someone to write to order. You can relax in the knowledge that I don't respond to reason.

Dear Byron,
If you don't "respond to reason "(sic), then neither do I.
To tell the truth, I never did, well, not so far, or nearly.
There is a poem screaming to be written: we both know it.
Let's do it together; pm each other, compare sketches/drafts.
This would be a challenge for me, and surely for you.
Yey, Yey, Yey,

Yer Andrew.