Friday night was weird. I have seen sheet lightning before, but nothing like this. Trying to describe it without resorting to cliche is almost impossible. Great swathes of white electric light split the sky, and for the first time I could hear the rumble of thunder. I wasn’t the only one; Prudence, our eleven year old boxer/bulldog bitch is terrified of bangs, and always reacts badly to thunder or fireworks. She came rushing up the stairs with remarkable haste for such an elderly lady, and did a belly flop up onto the bed, whereupon she forcibly burrowed herself next to me for a cuddle.
Meanwhile the storm was almost upon us, and for the next twenty minutes or so I saw the most magnificent display of natural pyrotechnics that I have ever seen. In storybooks one reads about how the night sky is suddenly as bright as day after a particularly impressive lightning flash, but that is a completely inadequate description. The flashes of sheet lightning, which were coming every few minutes, were orgasmic in their intensity. The garden was, indeed, illuminated, but by a brighter light than one that I have ever seen. For the few seconds of illumination, the white light was so violently intense that it washed all colour out of it, and it was almost like looking at a film negative illuminated a hundredfold.
Half an hour later it was all over for us, and the storm moved off towards the Bristol Channel. However, somewhere between our house and the sea a couple of miles away, an unlikely lightning strike did irreparable damage to a British Telecom cable which means that the entire village was been out of broadband access for something over 24 hours. And this is why the last few days blog posts have been awry, and why you are getting the Sunday blogs today. Normal service should be resumed by Wednesday.
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Gonzo Magazine #235
THE OLD SCHOOL DANCE GOES ON FOREVER ISSUE
We ponder the horrific events of last Monday, Jon waxes lyrical about Wreckless Eric, John goes to see Ryley Walker, Alan isbeing Green in Denmark, Graham talks about Hawkwind, and Corinna is as groovy as ever.
And listen up Kiddies: It’s all free!
And there are radio shows from Mack Maloney, Friday Night Progressive,and Strange Fruit. We also have columns from all sorts of folk including Roy Weard, Mr Biffo, Neil Nixon and the irrepressible Corinna. There is also a collection of more news, reviews, views, interviews and pademelons outside zoos (OK, nothing to do with small marsupials who have escaped from captivity, but I got carried away with things that rhymed with OOOOS) than you can shake a stick at. And the best part is IT's ABSOLUTELY FREE!!!
This issue features:
Wreckless Eric, The Butterfly Ball and the Grasshopper’s Feast, Ariana Grande, Yes, Rick Wakeman, Strange Fruit, Friday Night Progressive, Mack Maloney's Mystery Hour, Sir Roger George Moore, KBE, Granville William "Mickey" Roker, Kenneth Cordray, Jimmy LaFaye, Paul Blake "Frankie Paul", George Reiff, Kid Vinil, Mary Hopkin, This Misery Garden, Martin Stephenson and The Daintees, Ashton, Gardner and Dyke, Jeremy Smith, The Doctors of Madness, Alan Dearling, Hyldemor/Hyldest, Skousen & Ingemann, Christiania, John Brodie-Good, Ryley Walker & Band, Kev Rowland, Oliver Lake & The Flux Quartet, Orange Clocks, Perspire, The Phans, Rog Patterson, Ronald Murphy, Mr Biffo, Roy Weard, Hawkwind, Xtul, Martin Springett, Elvis, Pete Doherty, John Lennon, Yoko Ono, Neil Nixon, Dick Dale
Read the previous few issues of Gonzo Weekly:
Issue 234 (Jon Anderson)
Issue 234 (Al Atkins)
Issue 233 (Richard Strange)
Issue 232 (Roy Weard)
Issue 231 (Allan Holdsworth)
Issue 230 (Curtis Womack)
Issue 229 (Larry Wallis)
Issue 228 (Space Pharoahs)
Issue 227 (Chuck Berry)
Issue 225-6 (The Rites of Spring)
Issue 224 (Hibernal)
Issue 223 (Beatles)
Issue 222 (Cruise to the Edge)
Issue 221 (Deke Leonard)
Issue 220 (Larry Wallis)
Issue 219 (Martin Stone)
Issue 218 (Mark Reiser tribute)
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