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Inside My Head

Today, as part of my poetic revival, I have two great ideas for poems. I’m hoping that I will remember them soon because as soon as I thought of them, I became diverted. One was forgotten as I came downstairs, the other was forgotten as I looked for a pad to write it down. They may come back. Meanwhile I am going to make sure that I carry a notebook everywhere. I am also going to write in block capitals.

On a brighter note, I had an acceptance from one of the July submissions. That cheered me up.

Pigeon in the Park

I am also going to write the story of how Number Two Son started a rugby team at school. If I write irt properly it may be picked up as a film script like the Bad News Bears or The Mighty Ducks. It would be nice to bolster my pension with some film revenues. I would move the location to somewhere warm and specify that I get played by Russell Crowe.

I know, after suffering through Robin Hood, that he can’t do a Nottingham accent, but he is sound on his rugby  I once wrote to his agent offering Nottingham Outlaws as a possible promotional partner for the film but despite his love of rugby and links to Nottingham via the Burgess brothers (who played for his team – Sydney Rabbitohs) Their dad used to play for Nottingham City RLFC. Despite the obvious synergy, his agents declined to take us up on the offer. Well, to be accurate, they didn’t even bother to reply.

Moon Landing Medal by Vincze

Finally, the big news is that I have taken a significant step in taking charge of my retirement. I have applied to do a part-time Masters Degree in First World War History. They wouldn’t give a me a direst answer on the question of my qualifications and suggested I should just apply and see how it went. So I have done. I In 1988 I handled a 12 month post-graduate course which was full of wannabe high fliers and I managed to hold my own. My brain has probably slowed down a bit, but I have crammed it with a lot more knowledge so I’m not worried about that aspect. It’s going to take one Saturday a month for two years, which is hardly a killer schedule, though I suppose they will want some essays and a dissertation. I probably should have checked that before applying. On the other hand, if I thought about it, I probably wouldn’t do it.

Shakespeare Medallion by Paul Vincze

Photos are just a miscellaneous grouping selected from August 2019, though I’m not sure they were all taken then.

A Mind Live a Sieve

I was just looking up more details for the fund-raising efforts of the Boer War (as I’m writing a short article on the medallion I bought last night) when I found this reference. It’s a poor do, as my grandmother would have said, when you don’t even remember what you wrote six years ago.  I do, to be honest, remember most of the detail about the medallion and fund, it’s just that I have forgotten writing about it. Actually, I can’t remember much from six years ago, I think I was just starting to develop arthritis and my knee was a bit creaky. How things have declined in the last few years . . .

As you can see in the picture, if you click on the link above, the medallion I used as an example is not a patch on the one I bought last night. Now I want a silver one, preferably in a box. That’s the collecting bug for you – buy one, want another. You can probably get pills to cure collecting.

That’s about it. Inspiration has eluded me once again, though I have managed one senryu tonight. It is not a lot. Three lines of poetry does not really excuse my neglect of the washing up. Nor does making the sandwiches count for much as Julia has already made them twice this week.

For some reason my mind just turned to a piece of stock a friend of mine once had when we shared a junk shop. It was  German WW2 helmet with holes drilled in it and a base added so it could stand upside down and be used as a colander. IN 1945 Germany had been so badly knocked about that everything was pressed into use to rebuild the nation.

I don’t have a picture of it, but this is a slightly more sophisticated version from The Western Australia Museum. This he sort of thing my mind contains. It’s also the sort of thing it talks about when trying to avoid useful effort.

King Charles III 2023 Sovereign (Reverse)

The header picture is the Obverse of the new coin – sorry about picture quality but hey are too shiny to show up well on photos. Well, they are when you have second class equipment and skills.