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Fish by Braxton
It isn't every day that one gets invited round for dinner with a chef as esteemed as Mr Mark Rogers, so it was with a fair degree of anti...
A Look Back at... Fish Face
The Christian O’Connell Breakfast Show
Review of our Podcast #businessjazz - @rogeroverall
Immediately after recording
podcast episode on Tuesday 9 October 2012 - Roger Overall & Paul O'Mahony reviewed how it went....
Thoroughly enjoyed the ' review ' - perhaps I should do a review of the review ;)
Will catch up on #businessjazz review in the morning .. Something to wake up for ;)
In Brighton's Regency Restaurant with Dad before the Joe Bonamassa concert
The Fish Face Game with Christian O'Connell
Years ago I went in there and asked for advice on keeping tropical fish. The man told me what good species were to start off with, neon tetras and the like. "If you keep big fish in the same tank as little ones, won't they eat them?" I asked. He looked at me and raised his eyebrows. "Course they will. Law of the jungle intit."
BInaural recording, lunchtime Mon 20th June 2011. One of my favourite shops, Boyd's Aquarium on Chisholm Street, in a diminishing pocket of ungentrified central Glasgow. Just browsing this time.
Haul Fish Song
This is a song about fish that has absolutely nothing to do with fish. Lyrics below. ... Haul Fish Song I’m not the fisherman I’m the fisherman’s son And I haul fish, haul fish all day long And I haul fish I’m not the fisherman I’m the fisherman’s son And I haul fish, haul fish all day long And I haul fish, yeah, my love lies cold In the burning black shadow of a cove Long hours, bad work Shivering in the morning cold I get plenty, I get plenty of air There’s just so much out here There’s just so much air Stormy weather, dreams of women Ocean so bald and white and wide On a clear day, birds pass like ships in the night On a clear day There is no way out No way out of this hell There is no way out No way out of this hell I am not the fisherman I am the fisherman’s son And I haul fish, haul fish all day long And I haul fish, haul fish 24/7 Let the fish sing, let them shout down the heavens Slowly drifting over currents Sometimes I close my eyes and pretend it’s night And then it is night
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