In Between Dreams

heelloo!! To all you nosey fuckers who know who you are... Fuck off!! ------xx------

Saturday, September 01, 2007

My Little Star


My little girl flew to heavens herd in May. It's now the end of August and i have only just been told. Why? Because my ex is a complete and utter heartless bastard who was clever enough to hurt me where i hurt most. I will never forgive.
I loved my little 'starsky' she took me through the bad saw me into the good and felt it was time to leave. I saw her a few weeks before she passed on and i'm so glad i made it although i sdaid i would be there at the end. I was told that the day after i saw her she had perked up. I told her how i was no longer hurting anymore, i felt also my past had left me and was now happy to go on. Perhaps in a way i was letting her know it was ok to leave me.
I will always miss you, always love you my precious angel.
It's ok - you can sleep now. I'll kiss your precious star and let your eyelids close. Goodnight fow now gorgeous. thank you, i love you always xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Radios In Heaven"
Your time has already come and I don't know why
The last thing that I had heardyou were doin' just fine
It seems like just yesterday
I was laughing with you
Playing games alone in the field
well you taught me well, didn't you?
I hope I'm just like you
Do they have radios in heaven?
I hope they do
'Cause they're playing my song on the radio
And I'm singing it to you
You left before I had a chance to say goodbye
But that's the way life usually is
t just passes you by
But you can't hold on to regrets and you can't look back
So I'll just be thankful for the times that I had with you
I hope I'm just like you
Do they have radios in heaven?
I hope they do
'Cause they're playing my song on the radio
And I'm singing it to you
If they don't have radios in heaven
here's what I'll do
I can bring my guitar when my time is up and I'll play it for you
Tell me can you hear me now
if not, then I can try to sing real loud
What's it like up on the other side of the clouds?
I hope I'm just like you
I hope I turn out to be as good as you
"Hey There Delilah"
Hey there Delilah
What's it like in New York City?
I'm a thousand miles away
But girl tonight you look so pretty
Yes you do
Times Square can't shine as bright as you
I swear it's true
Hey there Delilah
Don't you worry about the distance
I'm right there if you get lonely
Give this song another listen
close your eyes
Listen to my voice it's my disguise
I'm by your side
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
Oh it's what you do to me
What you do to me
Hey there Delilah
I've got so much left to say
If every simple song I wrote to you
Would take your breath away
I'd write it all
Even more in love with me you'd fall
We'd have it all
A thousand miles seems pretty far
ut they've got planes and trains and cars
I'd walk to you if I had no other way
Our friends would all make fun of us
and we'll just laugh along because we know
That none of them have felt this way
Delilah I can promise you
That by the time we get through
The world will never ever be the same
And you're to blame
Hey there Delilah
You be good and don't you miss me
Two more years and you'll be done with school And I'll be making history like I do
You'll know it's all because of you
We can do whatever we want to
Hey there Delilah here's to you
This ones for you
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Tuesday, April 17, 2007

There's a person for everybody in this world - in some cases two. i like to call that the jackpot!!

hmmm more like the jackpot to hell!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_lJIjdajBww
"and its a vodka drink, and its a whiskey drink, its a lager drink and its a cider drink",,,, pissing the night away

Thursday, March 29, 2007

Hey You!

Hey! Hey! You! You!
I don’t like your girlfriend!
No way! No way!
I think you need a new one
Hey! Hey! You! You!
I could be your girlfriend

Hey! Hey! You! You!
I know that you like me
No way! No way!
No it’s not a secret
Hey! Hey! You! You!
I want to be your girlfriend



You’re so fine
I want you mine
You’re so delicious
I think about ya all the time
You’re so addictive
Don’t you know what I could do to make you feel alright?
Don’t pretend I think you know I’m damn precious
And Hell Yeah
I’m the motherfucking princess
I can tell you like me too and you know I’m right

She’s like so whatever
You could do so much better
I think we should get together now
And that’s what everyone’s talking about!

I can see the way, I see the way you look at me
And even when you look away I know you think of me
I know you talk about me all the time again and again
So come over here, tell me what I want to hear
Better yet make your girlfriend disappear
I don’t want to hear you say her name ever again
(And again and again and again!)

She’s like so whatever
You could do so much better
I think we should get together now
And that’s what everyone’s talking about!

In a second you’ll be wrapped around my finger
Cause I can, cause I can do it better
There’s no other
So when's it gonna sink in?
She’s so stupid
What the hell were you thinking?!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cQ25-glGRzI

Saturday, February 24, 2007

Labour of love

And I will love you, baby - Always
And I'll be there forever and a day - Always
I'll be there till the stars don't shine
Till the heavens burst and The words don't rhyme
And I know when I die, you'll be on my mind
And I'll love you - Always

THE galloping seasons have slackened his pace,
And stones gorse and timber have battered his knees
It is many a year since he gave up his place
To live out his life in comparative ease.

No more does he stand with his scarlet and white
Like a statue of marble girth deep in the gorse;
No more does he carry the Horn of Delight
That called us to follow the huntsman's old horse.

How many will pass him and not understand,
As he trots down the road going cramped in his stride,
That he once set the pace to the best in the land
Ere they tightened his curb for a lady to ride!

When the music begins and a right one's away,
When hoof-strokes are thudding like drums on the ground,
The old spirit wakes in the worn-looking boy
And the pride of his youth comes to life at a bound.

He leans on the bit and he lays to his speed,
To the winds of the open his stiffness he throws,
And if spirit were all he'd be up with the lead
Where the horse that supplants him so easily goes.

No hard run can daunt him, no uneven ground can deceive,
No bank can beguile him to set a foot wrong,
But the years that have passed him no power can retrieve--
To the swift is their swiftness, their strength to the strong!

To the best of us all comes a day and a day
When the pace of the leaders shall leave us forlorn,
So we'll give him a cheer - the old galloping boy -
As he labours along to the lure of the Horn.


Songs for me and pad
Bon Jovi Always
Mariah carey without you

Thursday, January 18, 2007

Madness

Nothing is so good it lasts eternally
Perfect situations must go wrong
But this has never yet prevented me
Wanting far too much for far too long.
Looking back I could have played it differently
One of few more moments who can tell
But it took time to understand the man
Now at least I know I know him well.
Wasnt it good? oh so good
Wasnt he fine? oh so fine
Isnt it madness he cant be mine?
But in the end he needs
A little bit more than me
More she needs security
He needs his fantasy and freedom
I know him so well.

No one in your life is with you constantly
No one is completely on your side
And though I move my world to be with him
Still the gap between us is too wide.

Looking back I could have played it differently
Could have played things some other way.
Learn about the man before I fell
I was just a little careless
But I was ever so much younger then.
I was so much younger then
Now at least I know I know him well
Wasnt it good? oh so good
Wasnt he fine? oh so fine
Isnt it madness he wont be mine?
Didnt I know how it would go?
If I knew from the start
Why am I falling apart? Wasnt he fine? isnt it madness
He wont be mine? But in the end he needs a little bit more than me
More she needs security
He needs his fantasy and freedomI know him so well
It took time to understand me
I know him so well.

Thursday, December 07, 2006

God Just Needed Some More Angels

Another Desert Orchid Tribute
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0VN7CaiojU4

Desert Orchid's most Memorable Race - the 1989 Cheltenham Gold Cup
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WfxXXoXnUIU

Istabraq Claiming his 3rd Champion Hurdle, Flagship Ubaralles and Edreden Bleu Battle their hearts out, Limestone Lad Gives his all, Whats Up Boys claims his Title, Florida Pearl battles
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=skkoF9C5vfE

Moscow Flyer wins the Arkle, We say a Silent Goodbye to Istabraq, Flagship Ubaralles Wins his Queen's Mother Chase, Baracouda shines, Rooster Booster wins the illusive County Hurdle, Best Mates wins his first Gold Cup and we say goodbye to See More Business
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sVts6QgsT1c

Rooster Booster shows his bravery
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i5CeGbdU8n0

Rooster Booster wins the Champion Hurdle
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C7ksyrEbghE

Best Mate
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=s6xFkBDHuNY

Red Rum's first Grand National
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jUB801H9dfY
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yR6R0V1ycQM

Grand National review 2005
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uPS6Ab3MX0U

Drugs Don't Work

All this talk of getting old
It's getting me down my love
Like a cat in a bag, waiting to drown
This time I'm comin' down

And I hope you're thinking of me
As you lay down on your side
Now the drugs don't work
They just make you worse
But I know I'll see your face again

Now the drugs don't work
They just make you worse
But I know I'll see your face again

But I know I'm on a losing streak
'Cause I passed down my old street
And if you wanna show, then just let me know
And I'll sing in your ear again

Now the drugs don't work
They just make you worse
But I know I'll see your face again

'Cause baby, ooh, if heaven calls,
I'm coming, too Just like you said,
you leave my life, I'm better off dead

All this talk of getting old
It's getting me down my love
Like a cat in a bag, waiting to drown
This time I'm comin' down

Now the drugs don't work
They just make you worse
But I know I'll see your face again

Yeah, I know I'll see your face again
Yeah, I know I'll see your face again
Yeah, I know I'll see your face again
Yeah, I know I'll see your face again

I'm never going down, I'm never coming down
No more, no more, no more, no more, no more
I'm never coming down, I'm never going down
No more, no more, no more, no more, no more

For 5 years my girl has been gone now and for five years she has now been on the quantocks wild and free. i still love you my angel, i always will xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Friday, November 17, 2006


http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zj7PWR4GKBw

Desert Orchid 11th April 1979 ~ 13th November 2006

The Mourners
When all the light and life are sped
Of flowing tails and manes,
And flashing stars, and forelocks spread,
And foam-flecks on the reins;

I like to think from every land
And far beyond the wave
A crowd of ghosts will come and stand
In grief around that grave –
Will H. Ogilvie
As news of the peaceful passing of Desert Orchid filtered through on the morning of 13 th November there were many, no doubt, who reached under beds and in the back of cupboards to pull out scrapbooks which had been lovingly kept since they were much younger.
The Grey Horse featured in most of these, but quite a few of them also included clippings of a larger-than-life chestnut who had been Dessie’s stablemate.
Time would have stood still while fans remembered each of these horses’ lives and all that they gave to racing – but the one item in some of these scrapbooks that would perhaps have been given the most amount of time is a poem, most likely hand written on paper yellowed by the years since it was first found, and tear-stained by the loss of Persian Punch.
Will Ogilvie lived and died before Arkle, Red Rum and Desert Orchid were born. He loved horses in general and wrote about ponies, hunters, hacks, war horses and racehorses. Equine fans have read and treasured his poetry since he wrote it, even before it was published it was passed from hand to hand and memorised. He wrote for the horses he had known, at home and in battle who had given their lives to the people they served. In his writing it is impossible not to recognise a horse of your own. The poem that we have quoted here is one of the ‘nearly’ lost poems he had written which has not been given much light of day, nevertheless fans have preserved it. We do not know who he wrote it for, clearly a very great horse whom he held above all others and which he had known.
Shortly after his retirement Desert Orchid was nearly lost to a terrible bout of colic and his supporters steeled themselves to the worst. Spookily, many would have come upon this same poem by Will H Ogilvie, which they would have seen as his epitaph. But Dessie had other ideas and not for the first time his courage pulled him through. The poem they had clutched in those early dark days was tucked away in many scrapbooks, and hearts. They put the death of Desert Orchid out of their minds, somehow knowing that he would be safe for many a year to come – but they kept the poem nonetheless as it was this one poem above all others which they knew they would need when his day did come.
Some years later his stablemate Persian Punch was cruelly and unexpectedly struck down on the battlefield of racing and fans immediately turned to their battered, slightly soiled scrapbooks and brought forth the poem saved for Dessie and offered it up to commemorate Punch. They did not feel that Dessie would mind sharing it with him since, in life, they had done shifts, winter and summer, in the same hallowed box at Whitsbury that bore their name plaques.
Persian Punch had his fan club and his website and it was eerie to receive emails and cards immediately after his death telling the story of this poem which had been designated in fans hearts for Dessie. Many fans did not even know the author yet had found the poem. The spookiest thing of all was just how many people had found, and treasured this same poem for this purpose. The lines were recorded on Punch’s website and there they shall remain for him.
Now the time has come to bid farewell to Desert Orchid and the poem comes out for the last time in our lifetimes. For surely never again, except perhaps for the very young or the very lucky among us, will we see the likes of a racehorse of this kind.
From the Racing Post -
“The ashes are bound for Kempton but the flame is everlasting.”
Alistair Down
Desert Orchid, or simply "Dessie" to his millions of fans, created history by becoming the only horse to win the King George VI Chase four times.
The sight of the grey flying over the fences at Kempton Park or Cheltenham was one of the most memorable in National Hunt racing.
And when he won the Cheltenham Gold Cup in 1989, three cheers rang out among his thousands of adoring followers as he was being unsaddled.
Yet his success nearly did not happen.
He fell at the first in a novice hurdle at Kempton in 1983 and when he took ages to get to his feet, it seemed the race might have been his last.
Desert Orchid was a grey gelding by Grey Mirage out of Flower Child. After initially impressing as a novice, his early career was undistinguished.
In 1984-85 he won only one out of eight starts - he was pulled up in the Champion Hurdle at Cheltenham, the Welsh Champion Hurdle at Chepstow and, on his final outing of the season, fell at Ascot.
606: COMMENT
Dessie was brave, spectacular, intelligent, determined. The most unique individual - and the best



What changed his fortunes was switching to bigger obstacles. On Boxing Day at Kempton in 1986, he ran out a spectacular 15-length winner over Door Latch in the King George VI Chase.
One of his best seasons was in 1988. After winning the South West Pattern Chase at Wincanton, Dessie went on to take the Tingle Creek Chase at Sandown, before his second King George at Kempton on Boxing Day.
He then landed the Victor Chandler at Ascot and the Gainsborough Chase at Sandown for trainer David Elsworth.
But his career highlight came at the 1989 Cheltenham Gold Cup, over a longer distance and more demanding track than his Kempton successes. The rain and snow had fallen relentlessly at Cheltenham, making the going heavy.
Not only did he dislike the conditions, he preferred right-handed courses.
A crowd of more than 58,000 witnessed Desert Orchid's huge effort in overhauling the mud-loving Yahoo up the long hill to the finish.
Umbrella-holding racegoers joyfully bounced up and down, while others threw hats into the air, in the climax to a contest which was later voted race of the century by readers of the Racing Post newspaper.

Desert Orchid won 34 of his 70 racesAfter his length-and-a-half victory, Dessie's rider Simon Sherwood said: "I've never known a horse so brave. He hated every step of the way in the ground and dug as deep as he could possibly go."
He was 4-6 favourite for the King George again the following Boxing Day, and did not disappoint.
Third place in the 1990 Cheltenham Gold Cup, when 100-1 chance Norton's Coin claimed a shock victory, preceded his convincing win in the Irish Grand National at Fairyhouse under top weight of 12 stone.
Then, once again on his annual Boxing Day outing at Kempton Park, he won his historic fourth King George.
The gelding, owned by Richard and Midge Burridge, was retired in December 1991 after taking a crashing fall three fences from home in the big Kempton race.
Cheers for the race winner The Fellow were eclipsed by the roar as a riderless Dessie stood up and passed the finishing post.
The gallant grey survived a life-threatening operation the following year. He became a regular at charity events all over the country, and was included in the pageant for the Queen Mother's 90th birthday celebrations.
A special fan club was set up in his honour, and thousands of people joined.
At the height of his popularity, a Christmas card from Australia arrived at Elsworth's Wiltshire yard bearing the address: Desert Orchid, Somewhere in England.
Everybody will miss him and our sympathy goes to his adoring public
Trainer David ElsworthDessie was a character who trotted on to the set of the BBC Sports Personality of the Year show, who Princess Anne rode in a 1992 charity race and who helped raise cash for good causes.
He even supplied inspiration for the government of the day with Chancellor of the Exchequer Norman Lamont metaphorically saddling the nation's favourite racehorse as he rose to address the House of Commons in a Budget speech.
Lamont said: "Desert Orchid and I have a lot in common. We are both greys; vast sums of money are riding on our performance, the Opposition hopes we shall fall at the first fence and we are both carrying too much weight."
Dessie enjoyed a happy retirement and when Elsworth moved to Newmarket, his stable star joined him until his death at the age of 27.
"It's amazing how many letters we get a day asking about his welfare, he's amazing," said the trainer in 2005.
Desert Orchid won 34 of his 70 starts, amassing £650,000 in prize money.
He was perhaps the best-loved racehorse of his era, adored by the public and a great advertisement for the sport of steeplechasing.
"When one of his previous victories in the race was replayed on the big screen, Dessie stopped in his tracks. He looked over at the screen and nodded" - GP