Willy Mitchell's Blog, page 5
October 24, 2020
Kill Bill II: Bang Bang - My Baby Shot Me Down
"I was five and he was six
We rode on horses made of sticks
He wore black and I wore white
He would always win the fight
Bang bang, he shot me down
Bang bang, I hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, my baby shot me down
Seasons came and changed the time
When I grew up, I called him mine
He would always laugh and say
"Remember when we used to play?"
Bang bang, I shot you down
Bang bang, you hit the ground
Bang bang, that awful sound
Bang bang, I used to shoot you down
Music pl...
October 22, 2020
All My Friends are Heathens Take it Slow
https://youtu.be/UprcpdwuwCg
No Comment! You know who you are and why this is important. #Argus
Willy Mitchell is an indie author, writer, and storyteller. His first title was Operation ARGUS, and then the sequel Bikini BRAVO where a group of former Special Air Service operatives enter the dark and murky world of maskirovka and discover the lengths that some people will go for power and greed. Cold COURAGE tells the epic tale of Shackleton's 1914 Trans-Antarctic Expedition and all that was happ...
October 13, 2020
Why Can't We Live Together: Sade, 1984
For decades this issue has been resonating. Isn't it about time to listen and embrace each other?
Why Can't We Live Together
?
Tell me why tell me why tell me why,
Umm why can't we live together.
Tell me why tell me,
Umm why can't we live together.
Everybody wants to live together,
Why can't we be together.
No more war no more war no more war,
Umm just a little peace.
No more war no more war all we want Is some peace in this world.
Everybody wants to live together,
Why can't ...
October 11, 2020
An Ode to the Good Old British Sunday Lunch: Len Deighton
Sunday lunch was always a tradition growing up. The only meal of the week guaranteed that all the family members would be in attendance - it was mandatory! Even today, it’s a tradition we still hold on to, 5,000 miles away from my original home town in the north of England!Len Deighton:
“ ,Sunday lunch is a sacred ritual for Englishmen of my generation. You eat at home. With luck it's raining so you can't work in the garden.
You monitor the open fire diligently, while sipping an aperitif of y...
