Can't Get Used To Losing Ranking Roger

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Those who know me know my love for ska music. The news that Ranking Roger, lead singer of legendary ska band The Beat, has died after a period of illness was like a dagger to my heart.

I loved The Beat. I'm proud to say I've seen them many times over the years. Their sublime musical talent, their ceaseless energy, their gift of being able to lift one's spirits when they are at their lowest will be with me forever.  Songs such as Mirror In The Bathroom, Hands Off She's Mine, Too Nice To Talk To, Doors Of Your Heart - became classic numbers. They also did superb cover versions of Can't Get Used To Losing You and Tears Of A Clown.

Ranking Roger - real name Roger Charlery - was a ska icon, bouncing across the stage with boundless energy. His call to the many fans who adored him during gigs - 'RUDE boys....RUDE girls' was greeted with tumultuous cheering and the band would reel off their classic numbers while the audience danced along and lapped up the raucous atmosphere.

It was what The Beat did best. Their music invoked a feelgood factor and I have never been to one of their gigs which I didn't enjoy or feel so much better afterwards.

Roger was just 56 years old - a year younger than I am which underlines that none of us are immune from tragedy. In recent years, his son Ranking Junior, joined him on stage and it was obvious the influence his father had on him.

A few years ago when The Beat were playing in Edinburgh - if my memory serves me correctly it was at the Picture House venue, now a damned pub at the foot of Lothian Road - I was standing at the bar before the gig when Roger suddenly appeared. He was courteous, friendly and nothing was too much trouble for him with fans eager to be seen with the great man and shake his hand, as I did. It was a moment I'll never forget.

As The Beat memorably sang, 'Can't Get Used to Losing You' it's a song which all too sadly rings true today.

Rest easy, Rude Boy.

A Test of Endurance

Chatting with my dear old mother last night she remarked that, on this day in 1959, she married my father. This would have been their diamond wedding anniversary were it not for the fact that a) they split up ten years later; b) they got divorced in 1970; c) father died suddenly in 1997 aged just 58.

Mother did recall that her new groom decided to read out the result of the Grand National during his wedding speech which was, perhaps, a sign of things to come (it was won by Oxo at 8/1  - mother felt she was made a laughing stock...) Legend has it he married again in 1973  - on the same date to another woman who had the same name. That marriage didn't last either...

My mother is of the opinion I have many of my father's traits which I don't think is meant as a compliment. The fact that when I re-married four years ago I read out the result of the Hearts game played that day is neither here or there.

The fate of my parents marriage impacted on the life I would have. My mother remarked as much last night.

'If we hadn't got divorced I wouldn't have left Cumbernauld and taken you north to Aberdeen' she said. True.

'Then you wouldn't have met Pat (my first wife)'. True again.

'You wouldn't have had your daughters Laura and Michaela'. Indeed.

'And you wouldn't have your five little horrors grandchildren' Hmm.

'And it's unlikely you would have ever met Marion and got married again'.

At this point I asked her a question.

'Why the hell couldn't you and my father have stayed together...?'

😜😜😜😜

Hope

There never seems to be a week that goes by without news of innocent people being killed by guns or some terrorist atrocity. Today's awful news from Christchurch, New Zealand is sickening. 49 people gunned down in a place of worship.

I don't know what possesses someone to kill people in the way that happened on the other side of the world. What I do know is life has changed forever for those families and loved ones affected by this atrocity. Shock, anger, resentment, helplessness and an underlying feeling of why?

It can be so easy to lose hope when something like this happens. I give thanks that none of my family have ever been caught up in such an atrocity. Therefore, I can't say I can understand what those families and loved ones are going through right now and in the days, months and years ahead. No one can - except them.

That great singer Morrissey once sang there is a light that never goes out. In these darkest of days it's easy to dismiss that and believe light will never shine again for those left devastated in Christchurch.

All we can do is hope for a better world. Without hope we will all be in the dark...

A Birthday Greet

When you get to my age you don't really bother about birthdays. I reached 57 years last Tuesday which isn't worth shouting about. However, it would have been nice if some members of my family had shown me a smidgeon of respect on the day. Below are two of the birthday cards I received:

The card on the left has the badge of Hibernian FC on it - Marion's Hibs supporting cousin thought it a good idea to send me this. This possibly had something to do with me giving her a fridge magnet with a photograph of Tynecastle for her birthday last month...

I spent most of my birthday with these horrors...

I'm not saying it was a traumatic experience but here's how I looked before I saw them...

...and here's how I looked several hours later

Still, I was grateful for all the good wishes and presents (mostly) It did occur to me, however, that my father was 58 when he died suddenly in 1997; and his father died suddenly at 40. So, perhaps the clock is ticking for me. On the plus side it will save folks money on presents next year...