With the football season ending last night I am now able to concentrate on blog writing. Isn't that good? What?... oh.
Anyway as the season has now ended this means there is no football until the new season begins again. Luckily for you and me training began this morning at Tynecastle Park and the Scottish Cup Winners (5-1 over Hibernian you remember) will soon be up and running and ready for the new season. Rejoice!
However this does leave a gap in the TV schedules. Filling it with pap may suit some folks but not me. The wireless offers more hope, especially a careful use of the BBC iplayer, which sadly is not available outside the UK I think. In spite of the absurd renovation of the website, huge empty pages, large ugly picture of some unknown, and little content, rather like the person who designed it I fancy, the programmes do sometimes offer thirty minutes worth listening to. Today I found a little to listen to as I busily scribbled down names from a film made by a one time local cinema in 1919. Two films in fact, each containing still pictures of men who were serving in the armed services at the time. I found them fascinating! Many names were new to me, indicating they survived the war, and several were the men I have been searching for! Fantastic and indeed stunning to be honest, to see an actual photo of a man who's grave I have stood beside. Suddenly the names on the memorial are that bit deeper and more relevant! Sadly only a handful can be positively identified as yet, however others are likely our men, and hopefully we can bring this together before long.
if you are interested in two short silent films, six minutes long, they are found here and here.
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After scrutinising the films, adding the names, and contemplating life the universe and everything I spent some time cogitating on my life so far. Today I reached 61 years. Again, as I think this the sky darkens, rain falls, a heavy weight comes upon me. I took that heavy weight down to the pond in the gardens this morning and holding it tightly leapt in!
Two rather needlessly gruff gardeners pulled me out again, muttering about by-laws and the pond only being two feet six inches deep. How disappointing! They through me out and flung the weight after me.
Add to this the arrival of the 'Winter Fuel Payment' forms cheered me no end as this also tells me I am officially old.
Rejoice, rejoice.....
3 comments:
Happy Birthday, Handsome!
((hugs)) and xxx!
Thank you beautiful! x
What a find those movies are. I wonder if other communities made films like this - they should have done but it is the first I have ever heard about it.
Sorry you are feeling old, but I'd have thought the time to jump in the pond was 60. On the other hand, I suppose that being 61 means you are now officially an "over sixty". ?! When I feel depressed about my age I look at those pictures of people who died young and remember that this is the choice, get old or die young....
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