Monday, 18 July 2016

Grantchester Meadows



My reference to Granchester Meadows before yesterday's confession was about this. I thought someone might pick up on it, but you were all too busy being shocked about my intention of exposing myself.

I breifly lived in Cambridge, which is a city built on dreams in any case, and I once actually listened to Grantchester Meadows whilst lying in the grass of the real thing, the dawn of the day after I had spent the night there.

At least I think I did, but these were the days before iPods, so I would have had to take a battery-powered record player with me.

Maybe I just imagined it.
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17 comments:

  1. Tom Stephenson18 July 2016 at 02:12

    Sorry about the advert. Skip it. Pink Floyd were just so English.

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  2. potty18 July 2016 at 08:18

    Daft things that are memorable. Plastic cutlery at a Granchester pub and carvery when I was working in Cambridge in 1978.

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    1. Tom Stephenson18 July 2016 at 10:10

      I was at that pub, but about 6 years before...

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  3. Anonymous18 July 2016 at 09:48

    Don't be disappointed, Tom. People will pick up on the lowest common denominator. I thought your writing dreamily beautiful. Though, yes, you did leave on a downer.

    I never lived in Cambridge. Though the same distance (a forty five minute drive) bang in the middle south of both Oxford and Cambridge. Visited often. Best of British.

    Other than that (and I left this to, among others, to Cro): "I take it this is the hour you are on olives and a glass of wine.

    Please do visit my blog, cool as a cucumber, same for Tom Le Stephenson, to answer a question which is growing on me like a mushroom in a damp bathroom.

    Cheers,
    U"

    U

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    1. Tom Stephenson18 July 2016 at 10:11

      I didn't leave on a downer - that was the whole point. It was supposed to be FUNNY.

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  4. The Weaver of Grass18 July 2016 at 10:16

    You stick to that memory Tom - much of what we remember is not quite as it happened, so enjoy the memory you have.

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    1. Tom Stephenson18 July 2016 at 11:26

      Are you talking about potentially exposing myself, or listening to Granchester Meadows in Grantchester Meadows, Weave? Either will do me.

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  5. John Going Gently18 July 2016 at 14:11

    I cannot think of anything but your fabby penis god help me

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  6. Jacqueline @ HOME18 July 2016 at 14:52

    We often go to The Orchard Grantchester .... are Grantchester meadows near there ? XXXX

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  7. Frances18 July 2016 at 16:06

    Dear Tom,

    I thought this post and the link to the video were sublime. As I read, and then watched and listened, I began not for the first time to question why I choose to live in a city.

    Thank you for delivering that question.

    Earlier on this extremely hot and humid day, I met a friend at the Met and we spent over an hour in its air conditioning looking at magnificent gouache miniature paintings created in India in the 1600s, some even earlier. Many featured stylized landscape settings. They brought their own music.

    Seeing your post this evening reinforces how beautiful nature has been for a very long time, even with humans roaming the earth.

    Thank you!

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    1. Tom Stephenson19 July 2016 at 01:51

      I went to an all-night classical Indian music concert once, and that music actually produces scent.

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  8. Cro Magnon18 July 2016 at 20:54

    I was at school quite near Cambridge, and did actually live there for about a month. We had a male 'house dog' who was raped on Parker's Piece; that's about all I remember of Cambridge. It was the days of acid etc.

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  9. elaine 19 July 2016 at 07:09

    I have never heard this song before, I rather liked the words and the background noises, very soothing.

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    1. Tom Stephenson19 July 2016 at 14:38

      Yes - I listened to it then, but I would not now, unless I want to go back in time.

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