So said the septuagenarian Glen Campbell on the BBC Radio 4 Today programme yesterday morning. The guy has been diagnosed with alzheimers but continues to perform and is releasing a new album.
I saw him a few years ago and I had to resist the urge to touch the hem of his trousers, I was that near the front. Two reasons really, one it would be my only chance to touch someone who had touched Elvis, and secondly because he worried me by walking awful close to the edge.
There is no favourite Glen Campbell song. I picked this because I liked the JP McManus horse of the same name who won an epic battle at the Cheltenham Festival one year; sadly no longer with us.
I never knew what a lineman actually was until I saw this video. I think I thought it was some kind of traffic cop. I’m rather glad it’s not.
I watched this programme on BBC Four the other day about the link between emotions and the brain; a preoccupation that acted as a diversion a few weeks ago, as I went through nearly every emotion trying to produce those wretched assignments.
One of the things they demonstrated with an experiment involving a brain scan was that people have different levels of empathy – nothing you didn’t already know if you ever looked at David Cameron’s fake sympatico face. In the experiment, people are first asked to fill out a questionnaire about how empathetic they think they are and then they have a brain scan to test their empathetic response. Turns out many people think they are super empathetic but the brain scans show otherwise – there is no corresponding brain activity. So we can surmise that humans learn to respond and pull a sorry-looking face as appropriate in certain situations: like when one cuts budgets, but it is not always a truly empathetic response.
And the key to empathy. Well it is experience. If you have experienced something yourself and someone else then experiences it and tells you all about it, all the same parts of the brain light up as did when you were actually having your own experience. So without suffering yourself, you can’t properly empathise with another person’s pain. Don’t worry though *David, you can carry on practising your face in the mirror.
Re the surtitle: from the way the Memphis Mafia walk I am pretty sure they’ve all got more than one shoe *crosses finger*
*Just in case I come off as an non-empathetic old cow with my recent bellyaching about our PM I would like to add this footnote. I know Mr Cameron has known his own personal pain and tragedy and I am sure I do feel sorry for him in that regard; this post is purely to do with his political role and the faces he concocts when trying to feel your pain in economic hardship, usually combined in a deadly cocktail with long-term unemployment, garnished with lack of opportunity.
Was not Elvis, but we watched some of his black leather period last night with the 7 yo. She was primarily concerned with his sweatiness. I wondered how the hell they got away with such dodgy musical arrangements and if the King was trialling a prototype for St Tropez. Mick had left the building.
Some days Elvis just wasn’t putting it all in and this was one of them. But because he is the King he can get away with it.
And to sell real Elvis CDs for £1.99, even in a recession, is just darn rude.
Later, racing from Hong Kong, (or Japan) featuring Vision d’Etat and that standing Group 1 dish Youmzain, but I will need to recover my senses first…
Listen guys, there’s so much that is wrong about Easter. Chicks, bunnies, too much chocolate and not enough of what it’s all about. I, for one, am not 100% sold on the true meaning either but it’s not all about me (despite the blog title!). So here is a clip I’ve been mad keen to share for ages and today seems a good day to do it.
Try imagining anyone else in the red ruffle shirt and it would be so wrong wouldn’t it? But The King, as always, wears it well 🙂
P.S. I am getting desperate about the multitude of criss-crosses around my eyes – known in ad-speak as “fine lines”. In my eyes they are fecking furrows and despite the switch to SPFs in my moisturiser and a much hyped Protect and Perfect serum there is no discernible, lasting difference.
Anyone got any recommendations please? I know it is a bit horse, door, stable, bolted but who cares, t’internet’s a big place and just one of you might have the magic potion!