I saw on the news this morning; reminding me of the Beatles song, oh boy (posted below from YouTube); there’d been a sighting of the greenYgrey in Shetland (in the form of the aurora borealis); the only place in the UK it visited of course on its epic Euro trek: XaW Files: Beyond Humanity. It might have inspired this little poem, although I’ve always liked those place names, which is one reason why I fantasy travelled with the greenYgrey…
- While Manchester seems like
the place to be on Wednesday
I’d rather be in Fort William
for the visit of Clachnacuddin
or nestled in Nairn County
for their battle with Brora
on paper by names at least
for the weather can be a beast
although the aurora borealis
is brightening the sky at least.
Nairn County19:45Brora Rangers
News, weather and sport were all on the BBC.
I also remembered Finland and Scandinavia yesterday on this website’s sister site, travel25years.
Collie in the Sky over Diomedes
remembered with respect
a certain song by
that contained yellow and green
but no grey.
Hi, it’s Howlin’ Werewolf, music correspondent at the Greenygrey inspired by legendary Blues singer Howlin’ Wolf.
The title of the first XaW Files blog reminded me of a certain Beatles song. When I found a video for the song on YouTube I also found lots of great greenygrey imagery I’m sure ol’ Andy Wolfhol would’ve admired.
While the lyrics of the song missed out grey
Cellophane flowers of yellow and green
Towering over your head
the video has lots of all kinds of greenygrey. I hope you like it… I think it’s aWsome… and there’s a little more aWsomeness after it…
You know, before he left, I’ll never forget ol’ Wolfhol telling me:
My mind has travelled far
but the telescopes overtook me.
Maybe he’s out there flying with the telescopes.
Hi, it’s Greenygrey. We hope you liked Jack’s brand new little photo saga yesterday, and I can assure you that it was Jack’s work, and not that of G.G. Howling; although Jack said he was inspired by G.G.’s storytelling prowess.
Epic Werewolf Comedy Satire
Talking of storytelling, we thought we’d keep the action going with the next episode of the comedy satire epic Werewolf of Oz: Fantasy Travel by Google Maps.
I think this episode has some nice lines referencing musical groups such as the Rolling Stones, Beatles, Mamas and Papas and Doors; and their musical titles such as Exile On Main Street and California Dreamin‘; but it is mainly to set up an Italian Job jokey line in the next episode. Enjoy!:
Chapter 86. Doors and Beatles Play Live in the Italian Job
The 1970s were before Kerang-Kerrang was built, which was probably why it had such a surreal psychedelic atmosphere. Graveyardish backstreets reminiscent of Black Sabbath’s early album covers crossed gaudy technicolor main streets that exiles from the 1960s would have rolled right into without noticing a stone unturned.
Doors of the Italian Job
We thought we’d lost the Grunginator, and strolled through the 1970s as if California Dreamin’ on a winter’s day; until a shot shattered my subconscious slumber. I turned around and saw the Grunginator hot on our tails.
We ducked into a hip looking jive dive by the name of The Italian Job. The Doors were on stage playing Strange Days, and I could relate to the sentiment of the song!
Doors to the Beatles
We found an empty table in a candlelit corner. Jim Morrison started singing My Eyes Have Seen You, which made me paranoid. I blew out the candle, hoping the Grunginator wouldn’t see us if it entered. I felt more at home when the Doors ended their set with The Changeling.
The Beatles took to the stage after the Doors. I hoped they would Help my mood, but just after they started playing I’ll Get You the Grunginator entered.
Rolling Stones album: Exile on Main Street.
California Dreamin’ is a Mamas and Papas song.
Doors and Beatles songs explained within the narrative.
The Italian Job is a 1969 film.
Hi, it’s Grey. A couple more of my Oz blogs made it over to the Greenygrey world recently, and we’ve posted them below for you. They’re pretty long, as the virtually epic literary nonsense ramble is drawing to a thrilling conclusion, so without further ado, I’ll leave you to view:
It was great to reacquaint with the Collie twins. Everybody was enjoying the moment, although we knew that a bruising battle lay ahead with Bri’s bane. We partied through the night, with a band of Beatles starring in the Cavern, and then set off north the next morning.
Liaising with the Chinchilla Chinchillas
Emily and Brian led us through the secret cave for ten hours, until we at last reached the safe haven of Chinchilla. The Chinchilla chinchillas were also locked in a perennial struggle with Bri’s bane, and so we were warmly welcomed.
Emily and Brian introduced us all to the chinchilla leader, Pancho Churchilla, and he thanked us for our effort and support. When evening arrived, we all ascended into the fresh air, and basked in the Chinchilla sunset chinchilla style.
Chinchillas of Goya
We rested overnight underground in the burrow barracks of the Chinchillas of Goya (COG); a crack unit of chinchilla commandos that are the teeth of the chinchilla army sprocket.
They gave us their nests and slept on the floor, as their training had hardened them to such inconvenience. I didn’t like to take the nest, but we had been on a long hard journey; as long as the COG could maintain rotation without such self-maintenance.
Born to Bask
Someone had scrawled a message on the rock next to my nest that haunted my sleep that night. It said: Born to Bask, Live for Task.
It was signed CC, so I guess it must have been Cilla Chinchilla who wrote it; Pancho said she was the one who normally slept there. I thought it was a shame such a chilled chinchilla should have to live this way, and dreamt that one day soon the chinchillas would be able to once more bask in peace.
We were awoken at first light. After a short preparation we started on our final march to Bri’s bane. Nerves, excitement and fear all mixed together to activate anarchic adrenalin.
Three hours after leaving Chinchilla we received word that a rockfall had blocked the tunnel. Colin and Ollie were informed, and soon raced ahead to clear the way. Their colliering skills meant we surfaced at The Gap on schedule. The sun was reaching its apex as the COG led us into the daylight of our destiny. I had faded to grey, and felt comfortable that way.
Emily and Brian led the COG commandos at the head of our line; I had never seen such courage from a pair of hats. Although they shone with a golden hue when first meeting again, nobody could accuse them of being yella in a cowardly way.
Talking of yellow, I was missing Emily not being on my head, with the scorching sun sizzling my sight and cooking my cranium! It was a relief when we reached some tree cover.
We covertly met a covert of coots in the Mount Coot-Tha forest, and they led us over the hill. We continued east to rendezvous with a python called Pilly, and it showed us a short-cut through a secret door at Indooroopilly.
Arriving at Greenslopes for the Battle of Bri’s bane
Emerging through the outdoor, a river lay below us. Churchilla said it was Bri’s bane’s main defensive line. I couldn’t imagine how all the furry little chinchillas were going to cross the river, but I was in for another nice surprise.
When we arrived at the river, more of my West Coast friends were in it: Winona, Walter, Wendy, William and Dweezil whale sharks; and Dolly the Dolphin. Moreover, there was also a big boat moored there, and who should be skippering it but Captain Dec O’ Rum. I asked where Dai ‘on the Seas’ was. Dec said he was doing fine, and had gone into town looking for wine and women.
It was a magnificent morale booster to see them all again, and a renewed confidence surged through me. After hugs and greetings, they helped us cross the river.
Although it was a relief that we’d all traversed the water safely, arriving on the other side felt like being on the sharp end of a double-edged sword; because we were now at the foot of Greenslopes, with battalions of Bri’s bane protecting the peak.