I have two brothers, I am the younger by nine years (What a surprise for my parents”) My two brothers had names that could be shortened, so it was decided I should have a name that could not. However kids being kids my fellow school pupils decided they would shorten my christian name, so I was “Dungy” It didn’t stick though (pun intended) After school I didn’t have a nick name until recently when some friends started calling me Indiana because of my penchant for hats.
I love them still! The friends and the hats.
The Meadowhead Bard thing? It’s to do with the area I live, and the fact I used to display a chalkboard with my little stories on outside the house. Really good fun at election time, it’s a wonder we never had bricks through the windows.
So that’s the prompt answered, how about a little love story. First a line from Mr Dylan from “You Gotta Serve Somebody” From the album Slow Train Coming”.
You may call me Terry, you may call me Timmy You may call me Bobby, you may call me Zimmy You may call me RJ, you may call me Ray You may call me anything, no matter what you say. Well it may be the Devil, or it may be the Lord, but you gotta serve somebody”.
Those aren’t my sentiments, I just thought it would be fun for the nick name thing. Dylan lost me a bit through his religious period, but that doesn’t mean I don’t love some of those songs, Every Grain of Sand” is an absolute masterpiece.
So here’s to love story, another bit of fun with Dylan. It was quite painful as I had to change sex to write it😰

Long Blue Train.

My last lover let me down, he don’t want me any more, I’ve been left in lost and found, feel like I’m knocking on Heavens door.

I’m so lonely I could die, wonder what I’m living for, no one wants me any more, feel like I’m Knock knock knocking on Heavens door.

I’m going to pull myself around, get out on that big dance floor, see if I can find myself a man, no more knocking on Heavens door.

Going to burry my buns in the ground, I’ve put on twenty pounds or more, go and have a look around no more knocking on Heavens door.

I’ve found him, I’ve found him his name is Kevin Moore, he’s been lonely just like me, he’s been knocking on Heavens door.

I’ve lost my weight I’m ready now, got a date with Kevin Moore. The long blue train is one hour late, I’m scared I’m going to miss my date, feel like I’m knocking on Heavens door.

I’m one hour late to Cafe Amour, and my date with Mr Moore, he’ll have left and that’s for sure, once again knocking on Heavens door.

No wait, Oh there he is but his demeanour looks so poor, now he sees me, such a smile, no more knocking on Heavens door.

The preacher he will soon be here, we’re pacing up and down the floor, here he is, oh here he is knock knock knocking on me and Kevin’s door.

Words by Meadowhead Bard, Except for the Knocking on Heavens Door bit.