Jennifer "Jennie" Bond (born 19 August 1950) is an English journalist and television presenter. She worked for fourteen years as the BBC's royal correspondent. She has most recently hosted Cash in the Attic and narrated the five series programme, Great British Menu.
Born in Hitchin), Bond was educated at St. Francis' College, a girls' independent school in Letchworth, Hertfordshire and at the University of Warwick, from where she graduated with a degree in French and European Literature. Her career began in print, working for various local newspapers in London in journalism and sub-editing roles. Her first job in journalism was as a reporter for the Richmond Herald and then the Uxbridge Evening Mail.
In 1977, aged 27, Bond moved to BBC radio, producing and editing. She was also a producer on Woman's Hour, Tuesday Call, International Assignment and for various television documentaries.Jennie Bond biodata</ref>
In 1985 Bond became a radio news reporter and in 1988 she commenced reporting on television. She began her role as royal correspondent, which was to bring her to public attention, in 1989. During the 1990s she combined her reporting role with several presenting ones - regularly fronting BBC Breakfast News, the BBC One O'Clock News and the BBC Six O'Clock News, including presenting the Six O'Clock News on the day of the death of her close friend and fellow news reader Jill Dando.
Shake, shake, shake
Loose that single gleam of hope left in your chest
Gone are the days of sunshine
The days of sunshine, I promise
Breath taking photographs
Of dreams long forgotten
Your ship has sank
Wrong place, wrong time
Squeal once more for papa
This is not about money, oh no
This is a sport
Hair that smells of fear and
Eyes that scream, solitude
Companionship is just another
Fucking curse
You can't buy friends like this
You can't buy friends like this
You can't buy friends like this
Bite and scratch all you like
Bite and scratch all you like
Hold on just a god damn minute
This commercial is yet to be over
I can't wait to try this knife out
I seriously can't wait
Yellow paint won't cover bloodstains
And yellow paint won't cover these rumors
Won't cover these rumors
This blade
Your neck
All of my values
All of my values
In a little basket
I've started over
Yellow paint won't cover bloodstains
And yellow paint won't cover these rumors
Won't cover these rumors
Sit closer, honey
I've tried my best, I promise
And I can't wait to get these clothes off
I'm so tired, I'm fucking tired
Yellow paint won't cover bloodstains
And yellow paint won't cover these rumors
Won't cover these rumors
Won't cover these rumors
Won't cover these rumors
Won't cover these rumors
I've started over
I've started over
I've started over
Sweet skin, can't get it close enough to me
I want to be covered
Running my fingers straight through her hair
Just like mothers, this is my new life
Yellow paint won't cover bloodstains
And yellow paint won't cover these rumors
I fell asleep on your gun again
Last night it was warmer than before
My eyes are burning
For every sigh I hear
I'll roll over so you can reach
For the trigger
Is it aimed at my head
Are we making any progress
Are we making any progress
Why are we in bed together
Do that one more time
Right where I think
My legs might connect
It gets annoying
But I'll bear with it this time
I don't talk to every girl like this
I don't talk
Baby, these things feel good
Baby, these things feel good
Baby, these things feel so good
Baby, these things feel good
Baby, these things feel good
Baby, these things feel so good
Is it aimed at my head
Are we making any progress
Are we making any progress
This bed isn't getting any bigger
This bed isn't getting any bigger
And these sheets don't keep me warm at night
Is it aimed at my head
Are we making any progress
I'm a waste of human skin
that a better brain could go
in a living pile of shit
who gets sick at the thought of it
my heart is slowly sinking into a hell
that won't heal with drinking
keep killing them when they start healing
I'm a bastard with no heart
and I think I've been fucked from the start
please take me away from this world
at least just for one day
then I know the fear won't ever go away through
Arched back and a couple of slit wrists
How often can you tell me that I can't love you
Just maybe I can
Just maybe I can
Somehow I'll break those arms
And someday I'll break those arms
Watching Jesus Christ
Emerge in the form of a firearm
I sit back and relax
I sit back and relax
My wife of forty years
I raped her
He began that day like any other
Holding hands with savory little beauties
Let them know that you love them
And tell them all you want is to be cared for
That's all you want
Is to be cared for
That's all you want
Is to be cared for
Is to be cared for
Her eyes were calm
One hundred and eighty days have passed since I've been here
Trapped deep inside this white beast
We are it's hands we are it's blood
We are it's hands we are it's blood
Cold streets are what we follow
Lined with torn apart souls
Dark hearts are being hidden
To be found on our way home
Speak now or forever hold your peace
Speak now or forever hold your peace
A companionship broken for greed
A companionship broken for green
Secret agendas, rendezvous never spoken of behind the backs
Behind the backs of the ones you loved
You could have been there till the end
You could have been there till the end
The bitter end, the bitter end
When you said that it was go time
Well you should have, should have listened
It's your time to go, it's your time to go
A companionship broken for greed
Frozen, oh how I wish I was.
This time tonight couldn't be any better.
Freezing. oh, how uncertain I am.
The places, the faces
The places, the faces, where have I gone?
I've become the concrete that my feet will never meet.
I've become the concrete that my feet will never meet.
This street goes on forever.
This street goes on forever.
This street goes on forever.
This street goes on forever.
So tonight my sheets never existed.
These memories of laughter late at night won't be wasted.
Nine lives live as one in the worst of cities.
No one knows our names and our pockets are a pity.
So I'll scream each night until my throat runs dry.
So I'll scream until I wanna die.
And if it was so and I died by your side,
At that moment I'd know that I'd be just fine.
And if it was so and I died by your side,
At that moment I'd know that I'd be just fine.
Not too many get to live their life like mine.
Images burnt into my brain
Sharper than knives
This cat-scan fever consumes us all
This lump in our throat grows bigger
Sooner or later this cancer becomes you
Hatred towards each other
And a soiled friendship down the drain
Years later the fear of starting over
Has killed me inside
Don't you bother, bother
Don't bother
Your lies bleed together
What you said doesn't matter
Your lies bleed together
Rumors that fill this room
Save your drama for the soaps
Your heart beats when the bullshit starts
Save your drama for the soaps
Your heart beats when the bullshit starts
The stories grow like
Tumors inside my heart
Your words are a sickness
That there's no cure for
They hit the ears of others
And spread like a virus
How can I ever start believing
What I am hearing
The germs take you over
The words become your savior
You can't breathe without it
You can't live without it
Your lies bleed together
What you said doesn't matter
Your lies bleed together
Rumors that fill this room
I'd love to see you think for your own
Things can happen in an instant,
and things can go unnoticed,
and things can be blurted out without question
I know I have no reason to feel the way that I do
I know I have no reason to feel the way I do, way I do feel about you
I told myself that I was through yeah
I told myself that I was through
I told myself that I was through but am I really through with you
Me with my other you've found another these devils on my shoulder have torn me apart
Me with my other you've found another these devils on my shoulder have torn me apart
Me with my other you've found another these devils on my shoulder have torn me apart
Feeling cheated is ridiculous on my part but it's there for some reason it's there
I set myself up for destruction, I think I knew it from the start
I set myself up for destruction, I think I knew it from the start
I set myself up for destruction, I think I knew it from the start
The speakeasy parlor was filled with many a fair lady,
Fallen victim to another mind rape by their Christian fathers.
It was never easy to show them I loved them,
He said as He was removed from the booth.
No one had the time to listen to Him, they don't care.
It wasn't His thing to talk like that,
Waking up the next day in a nightmare of a grey colored room
Full of friends with no names and metal as cold as hell.
This was yet another favorite of His,
Conscious effort was put into everything that He didn't do and
Everything else was a failed plan.
Why didn't this work?
If only gratitude could get you somewhere.
If only gratitude could get you somewhere.
Censor His bleeding hands, broken teeth and blood-red hair.
This is His love. yet another day blessed with His presence.
Continue to beat Him, this is His love.
Coughing up His mother's love all over a plate of refurbished organisms,
This is His love. oh mother Mary, forgive them, for they have won.
Spoken fast enough to spark a memory into everyone's tired mind.
Built upon a cross of clothes and thorns of wrinkled scarves,
And hung from a ceiling, and sent to every child's living room.
Depictions of life as told by a subdued body within us all.
The tea kettle called it arson
But I assured him it was only treason
It was only treason
Bought with a passion and sold for less than a fortune
These glass eyes only break if you catch them
This all must end between the rocks and the sea
This drink of kings once passed over this deck
Once passed over this deck
It was all in good humor
Was all in good humor
Was all in good humor
Was all in good humor
I swear
I swear
I swear
One, two, three, four
I swear
I swear
A friend of mine gave me ten little bottles
Of some special stuff that he brewed up his-self
So I took it and hid it down in my basement
But my wife found out about it and she told me to get
rid of it or else
And since I didn't like the way she said or else
I went down there and proceeded to carry out her
instructions
I sat the ten little bottles on the drainboard
Picked up the first bottle, pulled the cork out of it
And poored it down the sink
That is, um, all except one little swallow - which I
drank
I picked up the next bottle and I pulled the cork out
of it
And poured it down the sink
All except one little swallow - which I drank
I picked up the next bottle and I pulled the sink out
of it
And I poured it down the cork
All except one little swallow - which I drank
I picked up the next cork and I pulled the bottle out
of it
And I poured it down the sink
All except one little drink - which I drank
I picked up the next sink and I pulled the cork out of
And I poured it down the bottle
All except one little swallow - which I sank
I picked up the next drink and I pulled the swallow out
of it
Have you heard this story of the Hot Rod Race
When Fords and Lincolns was settin the pace.
That story is true, Im here to say
I was drivin that Model A.
Its got a Lincoln motor and its really souped up.
That Model A Vitimix makes it look like a pup.
Its got eight cylinders uses them all.
Its got overdrive, just wont stall.
With a 4-barrel carb and a dual exhaust,
With 4.11 gears you can really get lost.
Its got safety tubes, but I aint scared.
The brakes are good, tires fair.
Pulled out of San Pedro late one night
The moon and the stars was shinin bright.
We was drivin up Grapevine Hill
Passing cars like they was standing still.
All of a sudden in a wink of an eye
A Cadillac sedan passed us by.
I said, Boys, thats a mark for me!
By then the taillight was all you could see.
Now the fellas was ribbin me for bein behind,
So I thought Id make the Lincoln unwind.
Took my foot off the gas and man alive,
I shoved it on down into overdrive.
Wound it up to a hundred-and-ten
My speedometer said that I hit top end.
My foot was blue, like lead to the floor.
Thats all there is and there aint no more.
Now the boys all thought Id lost my sense
And telephone poles looked like a picket fence.
They said, Slow down! I see spots!
The lines on the road just look like dots.
Took a corner sideswiped a truck,
Crossed my fingers just for luck.
My fenders was clickin the guardrail posts.
The guy beside me was white as a ghost.
Smoke was comin from out of the back
When I started to gain on that Cadillac.
Knew I could catch him, I thought I could pass.
Dont you know by then wed be low on gas?
We had flames comin from out of the side.
Feel the tension. Man! What a ride!
I said, Look out, boys, Ive got a license to fly!
And that Caddy pulled over and let us by.
Now all of a sudden she started to knockin,
And down in the dips she started to rockin.
I looked in my mirror a red light was blinkin
The cops was after my Hot Rod Lincoln!
They arrested me and they put me in jail.
And called my pappy to throw my bail.
And he said, Son, youre gonna drive me to drinkin
Too many sweethearts and none of them true
Done too many things that I shouldn't do
I made lots of money all spent the wrong way
Headin' down the wrong highway
I made lots of friends but now they're all gone
Too many mem'ries that still linger on
I had too many drinks both night and day
Headin' down the wrong highway
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Too many heartaches and too many tears
Crowded too much in just a few years
I want to go right but I've lost my way
Headin' down the wrong highway
I've lost everything lost all my friends
God only knows how this all will end
Drinking and gambling both night and day
A friend of mine gave me ten little bottles
Of some special stuff that he brewed up his-self
So I took it and hid it down in my basement
But my wife found out about it and she told me to get
rid of it or else
And since I didn't like the way she said or else
I went down there and proceeded to carry out her
instructions
I sat the ten little bottles on the drainboard
Picked up the first bottle, pulled the cork out of it
And poored it down the sink
That is, um, all except one little swallow - which I
drank
I picked up the next bottle and I pulled the cork out
of it
And poured it down the sink
All except one little swallow - which I drank
I picked up the next bottle and I pulled the sink out
of it
And I poured it down the cork
All except one little swallow - which I drank
I picked up the next cork and I pulled the bottle out
of it
And I poured it down the sink
All except one little drink - which I drank
I picked up the next sink and I pulled the cork out of
And I poured it down the bottle
All except one little swallow - which I sank
I picked up the next drink and I pulled the swallow out
of it
And I poured it down the sink
All except one little drink - I think
Well anyway by this time it's plain to see
That them little bottles of mine, let's see now
How many bottles have I got left - which I drank
Now I'm askin' you wasn't that a awful thing for my
wife to make me do
Bless her little heart, bl-less her little heart, I'm
tellin' ya one thing
You better not say nothin' against my wife buster
'Cause I'll have you know, I'll - have - you - know
That I've got da wifest little nice you ever saw in
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