Ham and eggs debate


“If I had some eggs, we could have ham and eggs; if I had some ham.” my Uncle Christopher declared this afternoon.

Wise words.

But my mother violently disagreed with this because she retorted

“If we had some eggs we could have eggs and ham; if we had some ham.”

Not sure about that. In fact it’s total bollocks – because what she really meant to say, and did, was…

“If we had ham, we could have ham and eggs; if we had eggs.”

You know what…

…I don’t give a monkey’s uncle!

From Gardens Where we feel secure by Virginia Astley


I bought this record when it was issued in 1983 and again purchased it on its CD release in 2004. It is a unique peice of music and one which I copied for my friend Julie to listen to in moments, during her cancer treatment, when she felt most down and anxious.

She loved it.

So, I thought I’d copy it for my dad too to see how it did for him.

He really wasn’t into the whalesounds CD that his friend had brought him!

It has been played, on repeat, for the last two days in his room at St Columbas Hospice. To say that it is soothing, comforting and truly beautiful and evocative is an understatement. It is fast becoming the most important record I have ever bought and I would urge all of you to go out and buy it.

But it’s not just me that thinks this. read this review on Amazon…

Originally a big indie hit when released as Virginia Astley’s debut back in 1983, From Gardens Where We Feel Secure is possessed of a purposefully English ambience that made her a direct precursor of the Orb and Ultramarine. The album’s concept was simple–Astley attempted to conjure the spirit of an English spring day, from dawn to dusk, by mixing piano, flute and occasional flowing bass with a catalogue of field sounds she recorded over a couple of weekends in Oxfordshire. In this way, she used the noises around her to create a wildly varying series of moods. There’s the rising, enlivening chaos of the birds’ dawn chorus, the comforting peal of distant church-bells, the hilarious bleating of young lambs, the desolate creaking of an old gate, the joyful splash of oars on the river and, finally, the unnerving call of owls. All of it is given structure and added melody by Astley’s prettily tinkling keyboard. At the time she was hailed as a modern-day Delius, and indeed the album is a pastoral masterpiece that hasn’t dated at all. –Dominic Wills

Here’s the link .  Go on.  It’s only £4.98.