A post-Valentine post

I asked my love to give me shelter
And all she offered me were dreams
Of all the moments spent together
That move like never ending streams

(Yes- Run through the Light) Lyric by Trevor Horn.

On the cusp of adulthood being young and in love is a wonderful feeling. I took my love one autumn evening for a walk in the local golf course. We had been courting awhile and our relationship was at the heavy petting level. Winshing is what the old ones would call it. We were fourteen year old and in love. Continue reading “A post-Valentine post”

All is not gold…

For the second time a local girl – though not what would be described as “francaise de souche” – tried the gold ring con on me this afternoon.  Has anyone else come across this?

You are walking along when you hear a sudden exclamation just behind you and a girl asks if you have dropped this shiny goldie ring.  When you tell her you haven’t,  she explains that she has just found it on the street and since her religion prevents her wearing such jewellery if she is not married, it is fate that intends the ring for you. At this point you are  supposed to grab it eagerly and press some folding money into her hand.

The first time this happened to me was quite close to a local charity shop – the Secours Populaire which seems to specialise in helping distressed Muslims – so I told her to trot along there with it. This she was unwilling to do, and  I left her looking round for another possible victim.

Today the ring was even bigger and shinier. The girl probably didn’t understand the Scottish words I used, (well it was raining and I was carrying a large package) but she caught the tone, and sprinted on to try it on my husband who was ahead of me and even more heavily laden.  He listened very politely and then asked me when I caught up with him, what it was all about. So I explained, by which time the girl had disappeared.

I think if this happens again I shall suggest she use it as a nose-ring, like piggies have.

On This Day – 15th February 1971

On the 15th of February 1971 Britain went ‘decimal’. Centuries of tradition were wiped out and pounds, shillings and pence were replaced by pounds and pence, where one new penny was the equivalent of 2.4 old pennies.

Needless to say, I thought it was a shame and I didn’t think it was an improvement. For me, it was one of  the first examples of a ‘dumbing down’ process,  a very costly exercise with no provable benefit and caused inflation as many shops simply converted 3s 0d into 30p instead of 15p.

Link to the BBC On This Day Site

Poll for the 4th Photography Competition

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