MUSIC - Play Beatle.

I saw Paul McCartney at the weekend at the RDS. Complete with his great drummer,one of the coolest guys ever, and his backing band of Blondie McHorsington and Lanky McBrunette. The Frog Chorus was not played. Good times where had by all.

COMEDY - Gay Beatle.

Here is comedian Demetri Martin being his excellent self. Surrendered a lot of revision to watching 'Important things with Demetri Martin.' Still think I'm the best man.

MUSIC - Smokey Zooey

Zooey Deschanel. M Ward. Covering Smokey Robinson. So sweet I think I've lost some toes to diabetes.

POETRY - When You Are Old

WHEN YOU ARE OLD

WHEN you are old and grey and full of sleep, 
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

By William Butler Yeats

VARIOUS - Close... but not quite.

MUSIC - Townes Dando Style

Yes, they're still going. Yes, this is from the last album. Yes, it's another great cover. This time of a Townes van Zandt song. Effortlessly great.

COMEDY - El-if-I-Know!

MUSIC - Glory Random Day.

What I've kept with me
And what I've thrown away
And where the hell I've ended up
On this glory random day

Were the things I really cared about
Just left along the way
For being too pent up and proud.

VARIOUS - We're Being Watched...

POETRY - Still Hopeful

"Hope" is the thing with feathers


"Hope" is the thing with feathers—
That perches in the soul—
And sings the tune without the words—
And never stops—at all—

And sweetest—in the Gale—is heard—
And sore must be the storm—
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm—

I've heard it in the chillest land—
And on the strangest Sea—
Yet, never, in Extremity,
It asked a crumb—of Me.

Emily Dickinson