Monthly Archives: October 2026

Swords into Ploughshares – a VC, Pink Floyd and a Saint

This started off as a piece for the Numismatic Society of Nottinghamshire, but it isn’t really about numismatics, it’s about a badge. However, it’s flat and stamped out of metal so I thought it was close enough.

It all started about 35 years ago when Julia and I were walking through Nottingham when we were stopped by a charity collector. They were selling these badges and as we collected badges and were generally interested in helping charity, we ended up with a couple of badges on cards, which we stuck in a box and forgot. One emerged recently as we were packing to move house. I’m not sure what happened to the other one.

Somewhere there must be someone who will one day write a thesis on “Clutter, Stuff and the Migration of Things”. Until that happens, it will probably remain a mystery.

It has been slightly re-written (even I am not lazy enough to drop a complete post from one thing to another) to appeal to a wider audience than a bunch of coin collectors. My interjections will be in a different font to the one used for the original article, partly to differentiate them from the original article, and partly because it’s easier than messing around with the fonts.

At one time, the world was quite keen on peace and the USA and USSR actually went as far as withdrawing nuclear missiles from service in an attempt to make the world a safer place. This badge comes from those days. It is made using metal reclaimed from Russian SS20 and American Pershing II missiles and, according to the wording of the card “symbolizes the historic changes now taking place”. It’s not actually a coin or medallion, though it is a flat piece of metal, so shares some of the features of a medallion. It’s a badge, in the form of a flat disc with a straight pin and clutch fastener on the back.

At this point I will interject to point out that back in 1992 the idea that Russia invading a European neighbour, AI and all its associated dirty tricks, and the idea of a bunch of billionaire Bond villains seizing the White House had only ever occurred in film and science fiction.

If life continues to imitate art, how long will it be, I wonder, before we are over-run by Zombies or invaded by Mars. Anyone want to work on a screenplay ICE Meets the Martians?

This one, like the one illustrated on the Imperial War Museum website is on its original numbered card. The number on the IWM example is 192,956 (and one on eBay had the number 195, 315) so it’s fair to say they weren’t rare at the time, though I suspect many have been thrown away over the years. It was issued by The Memorial Fund For Disaster Relief which lists a London address, and says its Chairman was Group Captain Lord Cheshire VC, OM, DSO, DFC. He was, in fact, not just the Chairman, but the founder. He is probably better known in charitable circles, as Leonard Cheshire, founder of the Cheshire Homes, an organisation to allow disabled people to live in safety and in dignity.

The Memorial Fund For Disaster Relief was launched in 1990, and partly funded by a rock concert – The Wall – Live in Berlin – on the site of the former Berlin Wall, on January 1 1992. This was produced by Roger Waters, formerly of Pink Floyd, and featured many well known musicians. It is too big a subject t to cover here, but has its own Wikipedia page if you are interested.

The concert started when Leonard Cheshire blew a whistle variously reported as being WW1 or WW2. Logic tells me that it was a WW2 RAF whistle, as this would tie in with Cheshire, but in this context it doesn’t really matter. He, like the concert, is a subject deserving of an article to himself. At the end of the war, after being decorated multiple times, he was one of the UK observers at the bombing of Nagasaki, after which he became known for his good works and Christian faith. This resulted, in 2017 (the centenary of his birth) in the Catholic Diocese of East Anglia starting to promote the case for him being made a saint.

The badge itself is another example of not believing all you read about it. Historical research has its pitfalls, and so, it seems, does research that only goes back 34 years. There are currently four examples of this badge on eBay. Two have cards and are correctly described, two have no cards and are attributed to Police World Memorial Day. The actual date for the INTERPOL police memorial day is 7 March each year. The misunderstanding comes, I imagine, from the whistle used on the badge – the type best known as the “Metropolitan” due to its use by the Metropolitan Police.

I’m not sure about the exact provenance of the whistle used at the concert, or what sort of whistle Leonard Cheshire carried during the war, but this type of whistle was also widely used by the RAF during the war (along with many other organisations) and should not automatically be attributed to the police.

The badge is 22mm in diameter with the wording “World Memorial Day/1st January” around the edge. In the centre is a tube whistle and lanyard . The reverse is plain apart from a single clutch pin fastening. The card is 140mm x 60 mm – it gives details of the work of the organisation and source of the metal used in the badge. The cards are individually numbed.

To be honest, it doesn’t seem as long now I have it laid out in WP, though if you aren’t interested in badges, history or whistles I suppose it still seems quite long. With a bit of effort I could stretch it to 1,000 words, but that would just be dragging it out to hit some meaningless word limit. So I’ll, reluctantly, leave it here at a mere 999 words . . .

Biscuits, Butterflies and Being an Old Buffer

Gingerbread Men

Sorry, I’m becoming very irregular. It’s partly due to other writing, and partly due to still feeling very tired (I’m blaming it on possible COVID but it might just be my appallingly irregular habits).

I will refer to Roger McGough – The Way Things Are – for my explanation of this. He says it better, and more concisely than I can.

No, old people do not walk slowly/because they have plenty of/time.

The truth is, I am engaged in a race to write as much as possible before I degenerate into a bumbling old buffer (feel free to make up your own jokes here). By staying up late to write I (a) make it more likely that my fear of dementia will come true and (b) don’t really gain much anyway as being tired works against my ability to write.

A late butterfly

My Dad didn’t suffer much with his dementia. He referred to himself “going potty” a few times (as he tapped his head) and then threw himself into a life of playing dominoes and doing jigsaws with the strangers who came to visit him each day.  It wasn’t a bad life. It’s just that I don’t want to live it before I have become a famous poet, and I don’t want to upset Julia and my family by asking who they are when they come to visit.  Plus, I have at least one grandchild to teach bad habits and some family history to write before my memories fade.  When I was at my aunt’s funeral I realised I am now one of the few people left alive who attended her wedding.

And on that cheerful note, I will leave it today, as I have just had a text to ask if TESCO can deliver the shopping earlier than planned. Julia is still out so I need to leap into action.

 

Peppermint Creams – the finished article

Photos are from previous Octobers.

More Needles

I had five tubes of blood removed this morning. They were taken by my favourite phlebotomist who managed to find a vein, extract the blood and patch me up without causing any pain, without needing more than one attempt and without causing extensive bruising. It was a praiseworthy effort. If I could, I would have her cloned.

Then, having checked my notes, she gave me an RSV vaccination as I am 65-74 and have a compromised immune system. Ironically, I have a compromised immune system from some of the medication I take to control my arthritis. It’s a sort of ever-decreasing spiral. Take medication, then take something to diminish the side-effects.

According to the nurse, I can’t have a Covid vaccination as I don’t qualify. I think I do, so will have to look into it. This won’t be the first time the NHS has given me the wrong information about being eligible for vaccination.

 

Anyway, I am feeling well vaccinated after flu on Monday and RSV today. I only heard about RSV vaccine a couple of months ago and now I have it. Not only that, but I have it free of charge. I’m also feeling well monitored.

My right arm did seem a little empty after the tests were finished but it seems to have refilled during the day so all is well. I suppose with it pumping round all the time it soon spreads out again.

I had an acceptance today. Although I’ve complained over the last month about rejections and the way they were delivered I’ve actually had three acceptances. One from a magazine that has only accepted one other piece from me in the last eight years. One from a magazine that has been turning me down for the last eight years. The third was from a magazine I’d never tried before.

A Day Where Needles Play a Big Part

It was a  poor start to the day today. It started late as we had flu jabs booked and I can never concentrate when I have an appointment to attend. At the surgery, they sent us through to the back corridor where we had to sit knee to knee with a line of people waiting for flu jabs.  That’s just what a man with a compromised immune system needs.

Then, for some reason, they decided to use my right arm. I don’t like being awkward but I am having blood tests on Wednesday. My best veins are in my right arm so I wanted to save that for Wednesday. So they changed it to the left arm. Why choose the right arm? It’s the main arm for most people so if you get a reaction or they hit a nerve it’s better in the non-dominant arm.

I then arrived home, after worrying about missing my delivery of injector pens, to find that the delivery hadn’t arrived. I’d negligently booked my delivery and the immunisation on the same day. There was a very small overlap – the delivery window was 9.29 to11.29 and the appointments were 11.35 and 11.37. It takes 10 minutes to get to the surgery. However, they hadn’t arrived by the time we had to leave (cutting it fine). When I got back, they still hadn’t been. Then I had a phone call to tell me they were running late and could be up to three hours late. Three hours late for a two hour slot? I was so relieved I hadn’t missed it that I started laughing. Then I had to reassure the woman on the phone that I wasn’t mad.

That will do for now. It’s already Tuesday morning and I need to get to bed.

The pictures represent a failure in my persuasive skills. Julia, it seems, does not think that one wall of out living room would benefit from a Mexican Revolutionary mural in the style of Diego Riviera.

 

Corvids and Covid

A couple of days ago I had a message to say that my Classic colour scheme was no longer available, so I am now writing to you using a brighter set-up. It’s strange, Nature has got by for millennia without needing an alternative scheme but WP can’t. Having said that, if Nature had a marketing department and the ability to use email, there’s a good chance we would be looking out of our windows at something in a brighter green most of the summer, followed up by an autumn palette with more blazing gold and more skilful use of the Colour Wheel. As November slid round, with mist and bare trees, the greys of the mist and the sky and the blackness of bare branches would be a gift for an interior designer with a Gothic turn of mind.

Crow with Scotch Egg

But enough musing. I have a list to help me through the day and I intend having a useful one.

I have been thinking about it and have come to the conclusion that I may have had a touch of Covid. I had a distinctive sore throat and have been very tired, so it could be Covid (which seems tom, get less distinctive a s time moves on) or it could just be a higher level of hypochondria, though, with my visit to the internet, it could also be cyberchondria, as I believe they call internet-assisted hypochondria.

The magpies and crows have been very active in the garden for the last few days – four magpies and two crows all competing for food this morning already. One of the crows had a distinctive white-laced appearance. I, of course, did not have a camera to hand. It’s ready now, but the crows have gone.

Pretty thin stuff to day, a possibly imaginary illness and some crows. At least it makes for a decent title.

Magpie