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john davies
notes from a small vicar
from a parish
in Liverpool, UK

    Monday, July 22, 2002
    Monday morning Snooze
     
    Only four more Mondays till Greenbelt. Monday mornings are ok for me: the only chance of a lie-in on my only day off all week (cue chorus of tired old joke: "I thought you clergy only worked one day a week." Ha ha haaar). Some Mondays I'll take off from my Liverpool home to explore the great North West, or Welsh hills (last Mon. visited the newly-opened Imperial War Museum North, in Manchester, an amazing building, the prev. week I chucked Julian Cope's 'The Modern Antiquarian' on my passenger seat and went looking for SUNKENKIRK, a wonder-full stone circle in southern Lake District); today a lazier day mooching around, in anticipation of tonight's 'Liverpool Summer Pops' concert: Elvis Costello.

    The last time I saw Elvis was at St David's Hall, Cardiff, a sleepy venue which riled him somewhat, he being a passionate performer, fired / inspired by anger. He livened things up by jumping down off the stage and mixing it among the punters, eyeballing the ones closest to the aisle and telling them to get up and dance. Needless to say, it worked. There are rumours that the audiences at our Summer Pops are livelier - incredibly, they had to call the police in to calm things down at last week's SUPERTRAMP concert! - so tonight should be a thriller. I'll let you know.