Joe Stead – The Ramblings of an old Codger. Volume Thirty Eight –November 2003.

In 14 days time I will be in Florida about to start my six week tour of North America and Chile. I had hoped that my computer would at least see me through until my day of departure on October 23rd. Unfortunately it appears to be breaking down in all directions and as a consequence the computer is going in for repair directly after this newsletter reaches your computer. Because of the complexities and peculiarities of Compuserve I’m not certain that your address will still be on my computer when it returns.

Heaven forbid! This might be the last ‘Ramblings’ you will ever receive!

I will not be issuing any further newsletters until I return from the Americas on December 12th and with Jet Lag and Christmas to cater for it is unlikely that another Ramblings will be composed before January 2004. Consequently if you desperately want to remain on my mailing list it would be advisable to drop me a line at some time between now and December 31st.

In the meantime if anybody out there wants to contact either Kimber’s Men or Joe Stead during the period October 23rd until December 12th (especially if it concerns a booking during 2004) please contact John Bromley on 01422-358793 or write to him at > BromleyJohnbrom@aol.com <

I got the following song with a short letter from Karl Dallas the other day.

Joe
Thanks for your ramblings, Joe. I hope you hold court in Edinburgh as suggested, but if you do, remember that there is an undisputed oldest swinger in town, and it ain't you! Here's a song I wrote after visiting Iraq in March. I sang it at the Iraqi national theatre and it was played on TV when I was there?

Song of the Al-Ameriya shelter

Children are playing round the gates of the Al-Ameriya shelter
People are praying by the hole where the laser bomb came through
There are bloody burnt shadows from the bodies that melted
A monument demands to know what we will do

But the children are playing with untroubled eyes
Dead women and children are resting in Paradise
The killers are sleeping secure in their beds
And the whole world is crying, remembering our dead.

On a February night in Nineteen-ninety-one
The people took refuge from United States bombs
Reconnaissance planes had pin-pointed the target
And now we stand silent, we shall never forget

But the children are playing with untroubled eyes
Dead women and children are resting in Paradise
The killers are sleeping secure in their beds
And the whole world is crying, remembering our dead.

The first bomb penetrated the thick concrete bunker
And the steel doors crashed shut with a noise like thunder
The fire-bomb followed and it burnt up the air:
Inside the shelter four hundred died there

Oh-oh-h, the dead of the Al-Ameria shelter
Oh-oh-h, no use to weep and to mourn
Oh-oh-h, don't pretend you are helpless
Oh-oh-h, we must fight for those yet unborn

This wasn't an accident, a by-product of war
But deliberate terror, carefully planned and what's more
Each one who died was a victim of murder
And the guilt are planning worse crimes in our name

But the children are playing with untroubled eyes
Dead women and children are resting in Paradise
The killers are sleeping secure in their beds
And the whole world is crying, remembering our dead.

The youngest to die was just forty days young
A woman seventy-five, all her days had been sung
Each one a life precious, with lives left to live
Cut off in their prime; how can we forgive?

But the children are playing with untroubled eyes
Dead women and children are resting in Paradise
The killers are sleeping secure in their beds
And the whole world is crying, remembering our dead.

All we who remain have a duty to try
Not only to stop bombs that fall from the sky
It's life and life only we stand to defend
Remembering the dead and their bitter end

But the children are playing with untroubled eyes
Dead women and children are resting in Paradise
The killers are sleeping secure in their beds
And the whole world is crying, remembering our dead.

Oh-oh-h, the dead of the Al-Ameria shelter
Oh-oh-h, no use to weep and to mourn
Oh-oh-h, don't pretend you are helpless
Oh-oh-h, we must fight for those yet unborn

I've been wondering if the shelter is still being maintained as a
monument under the occupation. Perhaps your correspondent could tell me.
Karl Dallas (karldallas@blueyonder.co.uk)

MORE LETTERS.

Joe,
If I can get our penniless station to get me an engineer I'll try to reach you whilst you are touring USA, at least, a telephone interview. Don't hold your breath.
As for the "nun joke", it is an ancient anti-feminist calumny used by juries and courts throughout the world. It's usually a simple statement, "Rape is impossible because a woman with her dress up can run faster than a man with his pants down." As a board member of the Coalition Against Domestic Violence, I must protest.
In exchange I'll tell you a different story:
Two women were walking together and the taller woman said, "We've been friends a long time but you have never been aware that once I was man. Yes, I went to Sweden and had an operation and here I am".
"My God", said the smaller woman, "Wasn't it painful?"
The tall woman said, "Only when they cut my salary in half."
I wish you smooth sailing, soft landing, and a great tour of my adopted country. Remember the ancient saying, "The road to hell is paved with good intentions". But it's the easiest way to travel.
Oscar Brand


Joe
...good stuff! I read the parts I want & the parts I do not want to read! good luck w/ your gigs
David Fiorenza


Joe
Glad to see you are still, gloriously, filthy and outspoken. I believe there are two ways to grow old, gracefully and disgracefully, glad to see we have both chosen the latter.!!!
love
Tim

Finally in this much abbreviated missive something fascinating. Despite the spelling mistakes this is still easy to read.

Aoccdrnig to rscheearch at an Elingsh uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod with trehe or mroe lrettes are, The olny iprmoetnt tihng is taht the frist and lsat ltteers are in the rghit pclae. The rset can be a toatl mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit a porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae we do not raed ervey lteter by it slef, but the wrod as a wlohe.
Cerehs
Jhon.
SP. Taht'll fcuk the splelchekcer

Keep smiling and keep singing.

Joe Stead