Do you have a talent you want to share?
Have you been hiding your light under a bushel long enough, isn't it about time you shared your hidden talents with us. If so then this is the page for you.
So are you a budding Picasso, Lennon & McCartney in waiting, maybe a bit of a David Bailey dying to get out or do you see yourself as the next J K Rowling?
Whatever your talent here's your chance to give it a public airing & face the critics for the first time.
Our first offering comes from a VERY unusual source, a guy who served in the Regiment for many many years, at this point he wants to remain anonymous. He has written a song and had it recorded I'll let him do the introduction
Would be interested in any advice or comments that you might have.
Enough said, here's the song its called "Where it all began." Don't forget the composer would like feedback from you guys. So come on all you closet Simon Cowells out there here's your chance is it a hit or a miss?
Click this link to play the song Where it all began.wma Please note the words of this song are copyright reserved
Next up is Andy Urquhart with a copy of his Study of van Gogh's 'Three Cottages in Saintes- Maries'

This is the size it came through, not being an expert on Van Gogh I have no idea what the original looks like. So once again its over to you guys, has Andy done a good job, is this on a hit or miss?
Next up is Jack Wright's picture of a Wessex in flight. Jack created this using xara X.
Click on the picture to see it on full size
Well is this a hit or a miss. Not much feed back on the previous two, come on guys lets hear some comments.
Here is a sonnet from Jim Cowling. Thanks for the contribution Jim
Ode to a Vagrant Ah Diogenes! Where do you reside? Behind the metaphysic walls of Goth? A painter made you famous when you died, then had you stuffed and dressed, in your old cloth. That apple-barrel town that Drake defined, with coxswain pipping whores and drunken tars, becomes an anchor for the wet-brained mind of any lusty hero in its bars. And what of ‘Cockney Jim’ and ‘The Singer’? D’you meet in cobbled yards behind the stage with a jar of the ‘hurry up’; and linger, yer trousers draggin’ like a laggin’ cage? You were the pilgrims of the darker side, like Desert Fathers; drifting on the tide.


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