While I remember…

My father-in-law, who reinvented himself as a humorous poet after 25 years in the Royal Navy and many more working as a physio in the NHS, wrote a poem about memory loss and senior moments. I wish I could remember it…

I forgot to mention in my last post that I scored another pointless answer whilst watching “Pointless” on Saturday. The subject was “Wimbledon” and the answer was Minuetto Allegretto.

UK readers of a certain age are now Β humming a variety of WomblesΒ songs. The rest of you have no need to worry – you really aren’t missing anything.

I’m not sure whether to be pleased at getting a pointless answer or ashamed of the knowledge that produced it.

I had another one last night with korfball, which I feel is slightly more respectable.

I also forgot to give you the answer to my Doctor Who question from some time ago. The question was along the lines of what have Doctor Who and Wakefield Trinity got in common (apart from the fact that they both used to be better when I was younger).

The answer is contained in the film This Sporting Life, where William Hartnell first came to the attention of Verity Lambert. When she was casting for Doctor Who, she remembered him. Last time I was there his picture was still in one of the film stills on the stairway in the main stand.

The photograph shows one of the cockerels in the yard. Most of the poultry is being rounded up and sent to market next Monday. They cost money to feed and they make the place look untidy. Those, according to the way the place is now being run, are undesirable qualities.

Don’t get me started on this subject.

14 thoughts on “While I remember…

    1. quercuscommunity

      Remember you’re a Womble, Wombling Merry Christmas, Wombling White tie and Tails, and, of course Minuetto Allegreto. There were an awful lot of them, and I do mean awful. πŸ˜‰

    1. quercuscommunity

      Same here but I’m officially “messy” according to the latest email on the subject. So is my desk and so are my drawers. If you want to look in my drawers (and I’m not using that word in the music hall sense πŸ˜‰ you get mess. It’s what drawers are for.

      I’m a little nervous about what might happen to me if I let my guard down…


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