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COLUMN <strong>Lewes</strong> Out Loud Plenty more Henty What is there not to like about my favourite colour – yellow – apart from the fact that it is the one chosen by Chelsea FC for their away strip this season? Normally in blue, the West London side defeated my South London strugglers by a single goal over the Christmas holidays, and that made me see red. Otherwise though, anything that reflects the sunshine at this drab time of the year has to be good news, doesn’t it? Custard on crumble, mustard on ham and, waiting in the wings, hopefully, a host of golden (yellow) daffodils ready to herald the spring. Why, even Donovan, all those years ago, burst into song about Mellow Yellow and did you know that he also helped write the lyrics for Paul McCartney’s Yellow Submarine? Famously, he met the Beatles in <strong>February</strong> 1968 when they all travelled separately to Rishikesh in Northern India to learn about transcendental meditation from Maharishi Mahesh Yogi. It was an extraordinary gathering, recalled by Donovan in a moving documentary on television in December. On a personal note, I have practised TM with a small group of friends here in <strong>Lewes</strong> for over 30 years. I learned the simple procedure whilst working in Brighton and have found it so helpful to my creative life in many different ways. How politicians, both locally and nationally, would benefit from sitting quietly for a few minutes before, and after, the business of the day. School children too. Town centre ‘silence’ was broken for a short time just before the Christmas festivities with the solemn tolling of Gabriel, the market tower bell. Unannounced, it puzzled me at first as I foolishly imagined, for a moment, that perhaps it warned of invasion of our shores or worse. However, all was explained by a charming woman standing alone outside the Town Hall. She said she was a member of the Wratten family of local bell ringers and the ringing of Gabriel, for ten minutes, was part of a ceremony, unique to <strong>Lewes</strong>. I learned that the Armistice of 11 November 1918 was not THE Armistice but the first, which had to be prolonged three times. The playing of the Last Post followed and will be repeated, finally, on 16 <strong>February</strong> at 11 a.m. Other brief encounters this month? A fellow I shall call my biochemist ‘buddy’, Derek, outside the House of Friendship. He prefers home cooking, he told me, and burnt porridge was his speciality when a boy scout! On a bus journey to and from Brighton, fellow <strong>Lewes</strong> FC owner, Michael, and his wife, Ann. Talking of the mighty Rooks, I was impressed by the public address announcer at the Dripping Pan recently. I’ve done the job at several major football grounds myself, so can imagine his apprehension when announcing the <strong>Lewes</strong> ‘man of the match’ against Burgess Hill. Olumide Oluwatimilehin, a new signing, had an excellent game. My psychedelic illustration? A more colourful me! John Henty 25