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Wow! What a guy.
We all need to be a little bit Bob Marley if we are going to make this world a better place.
RESPECT Bob. No pun intended.
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It might seem a long read but the final message is definitely worth getting to the end.

Aretha Franklin and Bob Marley Got Into a Heated Argument Backstage — Then She Said Just 7 Words That Changed Him Forever
Have you ever witnessed two legends arguing so intensely that security almost intervened and then watched as seven words completely transformed that argument into one of the most profound moments in music history? That's exactly what happened when Aretha Franklin and Bob Marley clashed backstage in 1977. And what Aretha said to Bob in that heated moment would change how he approached his music for the rest of his life.

If you want to discover the untold stories of music's greatest moments, subscribe to Bob Marley, The Final Note. Hit that notification bell because we uncover the hidden connections that shaped the legends we know today. Apollo Theater, Harlem, New York. June 18th, 1977, 11:47 p.m. The benefit concert had just ended.

Artists United Against Apartheid had brought together some of the biggest names in music. Stevie Wonder, Curtis Mayfield, Aretha Franklin, and Bob Marley. 15,000 people had packed the Apollo and the energy had been electric. But backstage, in the cramped hallway between dressing rooms, something was building. Something that would explode in a way no one expected.

Aretha Franklin stood with her arms crossed, her face set in an expression that her band members knew all too well. The Queen of Soul was angry and when Aretha was angry, everyone knew it. Bob Marley leaned against the wall opposite her, dreadlocks tied back, his expression calm but his eyes alert. He'd been in heated discussions before but never with someone whose voice he respected as much as Aretha's.

They'd been talking about the concert, about activism, about the role of music in the struggle for black liberation and somewhere in that conversation, a spark had ignited. "You're too soft, Bob." Aretha said, her voice sharp enough to cut glass. "All this one love business, all this peace and unity talk. Meanwhile, our people are being beaten in the streets, denied jobs, denied housing, denied their basic humanity.

And you're singing about love? Bob remained calm. What else is there but love, sister? Justice, Aretha's voice rose. There's justice, there's accountability, there's making people pay for what they've done. You can't love oppression away, Bob. You have to fight it. And you think I don't fight? Bob's voice remained quiet, but there was steel underneath it.

I think you hide behind philosophy, Aretha shot back. I think you dress up passivity as enlightenment. I think you tell oppressed people to smile and sing while their oppressors keep their foot on our necks. The hallway had gone quiet. Other artists and crew members had stopped what they were doing. Harry Belafonte, who'd been talking with Stevie Wonder nearby, stepped closer, ready to intervene if needed.

Bob pushed off from the wall, standing straighter. Sister Aretha, do you know how many times they've tried to kill me? I know about the assassination attempt. Not just that, Bob interrupted. Every day I walk on stage, I risk my life. Every time I sing "Get Up, Stand Up", I risk my life. Every time I speak truth to power, I risk my life.

Don't tell me I'm soft. Don't tell me I don't fight. Aretha's eyes flashed. Then why do you package it in all this love rhetoric? Why not just say it plain? Why not call them what they are? Murderers, oppressors, criminals. Because that's not the revolution I'm fighting for, Bob said firmly. I'm not trying to replace one hatred with another.

I'm trying to build something new, something that doesn't require us to become what we hate in order to defeat it. That's naive, Aretha said, but her voice had lost some of its edge. Is it? Bob challenged. Look at every revolution that fought hate with hate. What did they build? New systems of oppression, new hierarchies, new reasons to hate. The cycle continues.

Someone has to break it, and you think you can break it with love songs. I think I can break it by refusing to let them make me into a monster, Bob replied. I think I can break it by showing people that we don't have to become our oppressors to overcome them. I think I can break it by demonstrating that strength and love aren't opposites.

They're partners. Aretha opened her mouth to respond, then closed it. For the first time since the argument began, she looked uncertain. Bob continued, his voice softer now. Sister Aretha, you sing respect. You sing natural woman. You sing amazing grace. Are those fight songs? They're different. They're the same as what I do, Bob interrupted gently.

Hi,
Would anyone out there be prepared to lend me a mountain bike over two weekends in June please?
I am doing a football tournament and I anticipate having a lot of ground to cover. Bike will be locked and looked after. Promise.
If anyone can help I would be most grateful.
Thanks
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Lost my blue linen shirt last week and replaced it today. Happy now! 😁

My respect and empathy for paramedics is now off the scale more than ever after my recent experience on a night out in Vilamoura.
I witnessed an accident where a young woman struck her head without putting her arms out in protective mode. She had clearly been drinking heavily and seemed to be arguing with her mate before she fell. I rushed over to help as I had witnessed the mechanism of injury. Firstly calming her and keeping her conscious, then calming and endearing cooperation from her frantic friends. Then I was able to conduct a mini ABC before checking for life threatening injuries i.e. concussions and what that can lead to etc. Yes there are things I know I could have done better for sure, but in the circumstances I had to act quickly and do the basics. It cost me one of my favourite linen shirts trying to stem the flow of blood before a passing doctor was able to take over.
How lucky was the woman!!
I appreciate that this situation could have got seriously out out hand on many levels. By the grace of the almighty I was able to say and do most of the right things.

Key points
Safe to approach
Call for help
Calm the casualty and all bystanders
Mini ABC
Check for non obvious life threatening injuries
Monitor
Handover information for medics

A few more photos from a most enjoyable weekend! 😉