Lindum Colonia

I jumped on the train to Lincoln on Friday. Walking up Steep Hill (I'd forgotten just how steep it is) I clocked a nice caff and made a mental note to stop for a brew on the way down. But not till I'd reached the summit and paid my respects in what some call the Minster but most of us know as Lincoln Cathedral. On the day when the reputation of our armed forces forces was been dragged through the mud by the POTUS I thought it was only right that I paused for a moment of quiet reflection in the chapels within the cathedral commemorating our fallen soldiers, airmen and sailors. Brave servicemen and women who paid the ultimate sacrifice for their country, their fellow men, and democracy. We shall never forget them.

Lost and found

I felt quite smug back in October: I'd bought my first Christmas present (unheard of for me) and so thought I'd squirrel it away in a safe place until I need to retrieve, wrap and gift it. However, there's only one slight problem with safe places - after the passage of time (in this case, over two months) you can never remember them. And so it came to pass that yesterday, some three and a half months after the secret drop, I finally stumbled upon the stash and was finally able to give the current Mrs. Medd her belated prezzie.

I'm always losing stuff. Just ask Chris Difford. In fact I was convinced I'd lost another book I was desperate to locate. In Sunlight or in Shadow - stories inspired by the paintings of Edward Hopper - had also gone AWOL; I'd read a couple of its short stories and was saving the rest for another time; that was back in 2016. It turned up today. The moral of this story - never ever give me anything for safekeeping.

Listing

I think one of the most interesting periods of the Sweet's career, funnily enough, was when Brian Connolly had been handed his sandwiches in a road map. Did they miss their blonde bombshell singer? Of course. But did they miss his erratic drunken shenanigans - missed gigs, bum notes and generally a lush who became 110% unreliable? No, of course they didn't. They could all sing (who do you think had provided those drop dead harmonies over the years?) so in 1980 with the addition of Gary Moberley on keys they flew out to Toronto for three months, played a few gigs and recorded their second album without BC - Waters Edge. I loved it. But then I would, wouldn't I? It was a radio friendly album that didn't have any hits on it! But hey, who needs hits? Oh, yeah: the record company. The band were in trouble. If they were a ship they were definitely taking on water (quite ironic given the title of the new record); within a year they finally sank, but not before playing some memorable low key dates in the UK where they were plugging their final album Identity Crisis. I saw them at Nottingham's Rock City on that tour and, a number of years later, chatted to Andy Scott about it: he remembered it well - someone threw a pint pot at him on stage that night. Complete with beer. It drowned him.

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I loved the 'futuristic' telly on the cover of Waters Edge with the band's logo as an aerial and the power trio all bubble-permed up. I saw a similar little TV (the JVC Video Sphere) in a retro shop in Stockport (top of page) between Christmas & New Year and was immediately reminded of Messrs. Priest, Scott & Tucker. I think The Swede would have approved.

The Sweet - Tell the Truth (1980)

Look around you

Not for the first time I wrote yesterday about how writing this blog distracts me from a lot of what is going on in the real world. It's become a kind of defence mechanism. Me scribbling about some obscure 70s TV programme, or debating what should or shouldn't be in my Top Five Biscuits of All Time, is the equivalent of sticking pins in my Trump/Farage/Starmer dolls. (Don't get me wrong, I can be a very political animal when I want to be and I'm hopelessly addicted to The Rest is Politics with Alastair Campbell & Rory Stewart.) But I don't want to write tirades or dirges on how fucked up the world currently is anymore than people want to read it.

So, instead, as I touched on in my last blog post, I shall continue to explore new and old cultural themes and whenever possible ask for a bit of feedback from the kind souls who have been following me over the last fifteen odd years. And that's not me seeking affirmation (I don't do needy) but any comments you may leave or photographs you send my way are treasured, I hope you know that.

I also said yesterday that I'm thinking of running a couple of optional Photo Challenges that run in parallel to the main PC. What I'm thinking is twofold: one, a return visit to trees and sunrises/sunsets. If you see a tree that jumps out at you (not literally, that would be a Leshy!) then please send me a photo. Or, like me last week, capturing the sun going down (over a railway line - two birds, one stone!); what I shall do is store them up and, from time to time throughout the year, post them as footnotes to the regular PC. And secondly, I'd love you to take a photograph of someone you know really well and/or a complete stranger and, again, send me the photos. As with the trees & sun pics, I'll post them on an ad hoc basis: I think we could build a terrific gallery with these alone. In my experience the general public like having their picture taken (especially with their favourite 'thing' - dog/cat/bike/car/beer/vinyl LP) - don't be afraid to ask - they're usually vey flattered.

Another theme I love is that of looking down into a city (or even away from a city). Taken usually from high ground you get the feeling of looking at a model village (that's how I see it, anyway). I picked up the car yesterday from its MOT and drove thru a couple of suburbs I don't know that well and saw this view. For anyone who knows Nottingham I was in Aspley looking over at the tower blocks in Radford. To those who don't, I took a picture of Point B from Point A! 

I'll drop a text/email to everyone with a summary of the above optional PCs for anyone who wants to play along. Keep snapping!

Lincoln mod

The year is barely two weeks old and already the news feed is grisly. Whether you're looking at matters domestic or globally it's pretty much armageddon meets mutually assured destruction. And 99.9% of the blame for this collapse in humanity can be laid squarely at the door of one man. However, I'm not going to give him the oxygen of publicity on here as this year I'm going to be too busy talking about trees and trains, maps and stamps, postcards and pens, art and artists, music and musicians, family and friends, knobs and knockers, pubs and clubs, beer and sandwiches, pie and peas, coffee and cake, blogs and bloggers, films and film stars, geography and psychogeography, buildings and building blocks, books and bookmarks, land and landmarks, radio and radiograms, Hi-Fi and Lo-Fi, phone boxes and post boxes, gigs and digs. And a whole lot else besides. Like caffs. And launderettes. And, of course, photography. Always photography. Photographs of anything and everything; anybody and everybody, Speaking of which, I'd love to do a Photo Challenge throw out where we all take a photograph of someone we know really well. Or not at all - asking a complete stranger if you can take their photograph is something I suspect some of you wouldn't be entirely comfortable with, but I think it's got legs. Maybe a totally optional PC we slide in between the main challenges. Thank you for your attention to this matter. JRM.