My local town. Famous peeps? Let’s start at the top. Alfred, Lord Tennyson. Something about Romans. William Marwood, the Hangman. Joseph Banks who sailed with Cook and discovered some upside down continent. Lawless and Immoral, a book written from Victorian Police Records . The Annual Horse Fair, so famous that the Prussian Army bought their… Read More Tiny Town : BIG FAME
My children’s grandfather was on Christmas Island when they did the “tests” in 1958. Most of his fellow Engineers have died of cancer. They campaigned for compensation from the Ministry of Defence and decades later, they got £5,000. Women in H.M. Forces who fell pregnant, whilst serving, campaigned for compensation because they were automatically dismissed,… Read More Oppenheimer : H-Bomb vs A-Bomb
It’s a decade and a piece since we had what we had and went where we went and met whom we met. Half the World Away in time & space. I’ve stayed at The Atlantis 3 times. Once with my traveller – in – crime and twice with her and her brother (my husband) and… Read More Half The World Away |The Only Atlantis I Know
William Morris is to blame. OMG. He’s one of my fave interior/fabric/artistic/embroidery/pre-raph/painter/writer/designers. I watched a film recently with Gracie Fields starring. Westminster Abbey? Valhalla? My brother-in-law was an accountant for “The Abbey”. Through him we had access (almost) all areas. Learn something new every day. Being 65% Scottish/Norse, Valhalla has always been – well, NOT… Read More England’s Valhalla – FACT!
Chopsticks, to me, means this… But when you are a guest amongst a Hong Kong family in a posh restaurant in Hong Kong – things get awkward. The teenage son of my hostess, bless his heart, did everything in his power to teach me how to use chopsticks. In the end they asked for a… Read More Chopsticks – My Waterloo
The family are beyond bored with me complaining about an uncomfortable bed and I regularly get called TP&TPea! Yesterday I splashed out on two feather pillows from The White Company Sale. LOVE The White Company. Wasn’t that a Conan Doyle book? True Story. One bleak December night, my new husband and I and our German… Read More The Princess &The Pea? Moi?
It started off innocent enough. A son asks his father if he’d seen THREADS. Garbled answer from my earwigging…American one crap. Saw the original. Nuclear War. Was there on Exercise Lionheart when 4 Divisions took three days. Abram Tanks setting fire to cars. 111 British Soldiers killed on that one exercise. A few years before.… Read More Insight Into Our Family Sunday Conversations
The US of A goes nuts for St Paddy’s Day. M’eh. How many of them actually lived through The Conflict? I did. Twice. Once as a serving HM.Forces police person. Once as a wife and mother…my baby son and I were so effing close to a bomb explosion in Lisburn that it still gives me… Read More Dál Riata: The Powerful Gaelic Kingdom of Scotland and Ireland
During my early 20’s I was sent to Berlin. First posting of the 8301 best RMP recruit, Spandau was an HM. Forces guard duty and we all knew who was there. Checkpoints Alpha, Bravo and Charlie were manned by Brits. French and American Military Police. Alpha was the Entry into Berlin via Helmstedt and “the… Read More Spandau : Prison or Ballet?
OK. Another one of those crazy synchronicities that defy all logical reason. 3 days ago I wrote : Georgie Porgie and my own thoughts on The Resurrectionists latest video. Georgie Porgie This first draft of Weave a Garland of my Vows ran to almost 900,00 words. Almost twice as long as War and Peace. I… Read More Mary & George : Syncs and Free Promotion
I swear to God that we are now in a full on Zombie Apocalypse that’s getting worse every day. OK. Had to check with Himself on a very old memory of him being my oppo, mag changer, lying there beside me as we shot LMG’s on the range. This was before we became more than… Read More Back With the Zombies
We are almost 20 years after the initial cause and Himself has learned to cope with his Invisible Wounds. But they have just been re-opened. By a new puppy dog in the house. The nightmares are back. The smell of death and hopelessness. The utterly soul-tearing knowledge of lives lost. The death of Tsar, our… Read More Not All Wounds Are Visible
Way back when my parents first met, Mum was 19 and Dad was 20. She was in the WRENS (Women’s Royal Navy Service) and Dad was at The Royal Marine School of Music. Both of them serving in Deal, Kent. They met, married just before Christmas when Mum was 20 and I came along the… Read More Made In Deal, Kent…Born In Singapore
Words. ME – deleted from chat. Still alive on STREAM :o) We had Joy, We had Fun, We Had Seasons in the Sun. Goodbye, Papa, please pray for me. I was the Black Sheep of the family You tried to teach me right from wrong I’ve just been dissed by a son for loving on… Read More Seasons
Heads Up! The song tells the story of an alien visitor who arrives on Earth, witnessing the birth of Jesus Christ. Presented from an extraterrestrial perspective, it offers a unique and imaginative interpretation of Christ’s nativity. Through vivid and poetic lyrics, A Spaceman Came Travelling seeks to explore the profound meaning and significance of this… Read More Gorgeous Christmas Song : IMHumbleO
A natural-born reader and writer. Words fascinate and beguile and bring wonder and mystery and quest and learning. Yet – like the electricity that was turned off all day yesterday for vital works to be done in the village – we take words for granted. And sometimes life throws us moment when every dictionary/thesaurus/synonym or… Read More When Words Fail, Wonder Begins!
OMG. It stared off with Tchaikovsky and cannons and Napoleon and the 1812 overture and developed into wallpaper music, airport music, Brian Eno and David Bowie. Children have this uncanny knack of totally totalling their parents with facts. Brian Eno and Bowie spent a lot of time in Berlin. Berlin was my reward for being… Read More The Berlin Trilogy
My personal favourite Sherlock is/was/always will be Basil Rathbone. With Nigel Bruce as Watson. But…expert Sherlockians cite Jeremey Brett as THE best. As book to film adaptations go – yes. Jeremy Brett’s series are untouchable. I’ve been searching on yt for The Creeping Man. A very Darwinian/Jamrach inspired story that has never left me. WHY… Read More Charlie HELP! Sherlock Holmes aka Jeremy Brett
Yup. I have a few connections to this film. I REFUSE to be a Stepford Wife/Robot. I’m a me and always will be. Rant over. There are more tangible examples. The director of the 1975 film was a fellow pupil of QEGS. My Grammar School also my brothers’ and my sons’ Alma Mater. Him and… Read More The Stepford Wives : My Personal Connections
OMG. In August I had this lucid dream about the Lakota. LAKOTA : 25th August 2023 This is only happening because a couple of nights ago, this crazy mind had a very lucid dream about the Lakota. Don’t ask! I know nothing about them In Real Life. ***** Next Friday is my birthday. 24th November.… Read More Lakota/Heyoka/Thunder Beings/Horses
Yup. I knew in 2019 when a certain Fabby Famous yt “TRUTH” community video maker declaimed his love of statement analysis. It came a little while after I’d blogged this post in July 2019 and was never mentioned again : PETER HYATT – NOV 16, 2017. STATEMENT ANALYSIS. ANALYSING THE ASTRONAUTS. Strange how these coincidences happen,… Read More Statement Analysis & Stealing MY Work
It’s so easy to poo-poo everything outside of our arena of experience. But we’ve just passed the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month here today. Wherever you are in the UK, whatever shop or precinct, there will be a 2 minutes silence called. Some people (especially the older ones) stand still… Read More Lest We Forget
So said Louis Mountbatten. I remember his death, the how, the where, The Who. It’s long been known that this Naval “Hero” was distinctly un-heroic and a bit of a disaster. What I didn’t find out until today was the link between Lord Louis and Jimmy Saville. As Owen Benjamin keeps saying – “Apocalypse means… Read More “I’m The Most Controversial Man You Could Possibly Imagine.”
I will NOT give credit to the inspiration for this post. So there. 1982. The punk group The Clash (yay) released Rock the Casbah. The video below is the band’s Official Video for this song. LOOK at the pictures ? Oil. Sand. Armadildo. Jew. Muslim. Military clothes. America! OK. I need himself here to tell… Read More THE (Today) Clash – 1982
We all possess the gift of intuition. It’s a God-Given Gift. But – the faster, the noisier, the more stressful our lives become, we lose that connection. Many, many people will never even acknowledge their own powers. They consign all and everything inexplicable to the file labelled JU-JU. If it’s not on the news, in… Read More That Still Small Voice Inside
Never forgive. NVR4GT. Once a thief. Always a thief who grew to fame feeding off others. She’s Got It. Oh, amanda babe, she’s got IT. No.1 fan and fave sub. GEN X (age range? 1965 to 1980) Generation X the punk band had William Michael Albert Broad as lead singer. See below the video below… Read More The Shambolic DIY Band : Venus
I despise those who insist that they NEVER lie and always tell the truth. Like everything in life, there are degrees. 33 if you are a “Mason” !!!! One degree of truth telling includes lies of omission. YAY. You can stand up and tell the whole world that you’ve NEVER spoken a lie. And then…… Read More The Great Cover : Lies of Omission
I’m a Celt. Scottish Highland/Dalriada by DNA. This is why I DESPISE the recent import of “HALLOWEEN” from across the sea. Demanding money with menaces aka Teaching Kids How To Blackmail. When you live with the land and nature Samhain makes sense. I’m old enough to remember the fires that heralded the changes. After the… Read More Samhain
I celebrated my 19th birthday in Benidorm, Spain. Myself and Lesley, former Green Coat Entertainment staff at The Derbyshire Miners Holiday Camp, Skegness, volunteered to take a load of Old Age Pensioners from Lincolnshire to Benidorm for the holiday of a lifetime. It was the end of November. We flew from East Midlands Airport and… Read More Benidorm : Tainted Love
Last weekend we talking pikeys. HE told me off for being very non-PC. I laughed out loud because he’s the least PC person I know. Anyhoo. Pikeys aka Gypsies. And how I’d lived with the grandparents in a tiny village in North Lincolnshire (twice) Both times long enough to be enrolled in the village school.… Read More Oor Wullie & The Broons
The year we married. We spent our wedding night next door to my parents’ house in Skegness. A little street with two police houses. Parentals lived in one and a single copper lived next door… but he’d been called away for weeks to deal with The Miner’s Strike. Ergo – it became our honeymoon suite… Read More SCABS : 1984 in the UK
There has been no secret here about my love for Freddie and Queen. Freddie aka Farrokh Bulsara. He was born into a Farsi/Parsi family. I’ve worked with Farsi/Parsi in Karachi and Dubai. Freddie has a voice that defies all vocal coaches. He also died on my birthday. 24th of November. 1991 – We’d moved from… Read More Freddie & Me : Highlander
This is one reason (amongst many) that I have a great hatred for Harry Potter’s Adventures. Three of my extended family were all sent to Boarding School at the age of 11. Their father was in the British Army and climbing the ranks and HMForces paid 90% of the fees in those days. Which meant… Read More Boarding Schools: The Secret Shame
Apparently, allegedly, according to Himself (!) he’s the best gobbo mixer in Lincolnshire. A real Dandy with the Irish Tumble Dryer and shovel. The latest plan is to cover our entire garden with gobbo. Trees, grass, flowers, weeds, veg, fruit etc etc. To get rid of all this “bastard green stuff” that keeps growing everywhere.… Read More The Reluctant Gardner Part 2 : Irish Tumble Dryer
OMG. Scotch Pies. We used to be able to buy them here but not now. Nanny Lily and I would go and get “the messages” each morning. Butcher. Baker. Grocer. Always soft and floury and still warm Scottish Rolls and Scotch Pies. Then neeps and tatties. There is a running joke to Bob Mortimer and… Read More Obsessing : Scotch Pies & Bob Mortimer
No idea how this subject came up when talking to my son but it did. He mentioned The Magic Roundabout. I mentioned Eric Thompson, father of……? No idea, Mother. Give me a clue. Anyway. We eventually got to Emma Thompson. Sigh. But not before I told him about The Magic Roundabout. 5.55pm. My brothers and… Read More The Magic Roundabout : Telling Your Children about Your Childhood.
This research road is leading me to some weird and wonderful places. Apparently – there are actual Privy Council writs from the 15th century that record this hardly-known Royal Scottish Family. Even though monarchs of Scotland knew them well. I’ve yet to find out if the Roma were involved in this brazen theft. Maybe. Maybe… Read More The Gypsy King of Scotland
There is nothing that I cannot pin to my life to – what’s the word? – to validate these posts. Deacon Blue. Scottish. I’m a fan. Stirling – went there “glamping” in the ’80’s. Travelled from Londonderry to Larne, caught the ferry to Stranraer, felt very sick. Driven from Stranraer, in a 4tonner, to Stirling.… Read More Fergus Sings The Blues
Nope. Even Ernest Hemingway was a plagiarist. In the 17th century John Donne wrote : Each man’s death diminishes me, For I am involved in mankind. Therefore, send not to know. For whom the bell tolls, It tolls for thee. We were out in the front of the house early doors this morning. He’s up a… Read More For Whom The Bell Tolls
My father-in-law joined the British Army aged 15 as a Royal Engineer. He began as a Sapper and ended as a Major and somewhere along the way he was given command of a Gurkha Barracks in Nepal. My boys’ father and Aunt went to live in Nepal when they were 6 and 4 years old… Read More Kukris & The Smell of Brasso
Yup. I have a connection to Brighton. Before our kids were born, Himself was the Physical Training Instructor at Roussillon Barracks, Chichester (The Royal Military Police Training Centre) where we’d both been trained and then lived at. He volunteered to do the famous London to Brighton bike ride and I drove to Brighton to meet… Read More Brighton/Blackadder/My Life
Another day. Another Thank You to Static in the Attic. It only takes a word or a phrase to spark my lonely little grey cell :o) Around the 6:20 mark SitA says The Spirit of Man…. This grey cell did a Quantum Leap to H.G. Wells/Jeff Wayne/Phil Lynott of Thin Lizzy and the “Man of… Read More The Spirit of Man
I did this type of post years ago. 13th of March 2019 to be precise. FROM THE RIDICULOUS TO THE SUBLIME When life gets a bit ridiculous, I always turn to something sublime. This film gives me vivid memories. 1983. Berlin. Checkpoint Bravo. Yes. I spent ’83, ’84 in Berlin as RMP (look it up) We… Read More American Reacts To British Comedy.
This empath journey of mine over these last decades has been fascinating. EVERYTHING that I’ve been called out for since childhood and worried/freaked out about/crucified myself for is now understood. Of course there have been times when I’ve been so ripped apart that I’ve believed the/they/them and their vitriol. But – at my age now… Read More One Way Or Another, I’m Gonna Getcha :o)
Not in my world. We even have a local song written about SATURDAY NIGHTS. It’s a well-known and verified FACT that Bernie Taupin wrote this song about the fights the lads from Market Rasen and the lads from Caistor would have on a Saturday Night. The Aston Arms Pub, Market Rasen. MY UK office for… Read More Who Owns Saturday Nights : FEB?
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