My blog has earned me money … well, 6p!

Print-out of a blog post, with a 5p and 1p sellotaped to the bottom of it.

Imagine my surprise when I returned from Selkirk yesterday evening to discover amongst the post an unsigned print-out of one of my blog articles with a 5p and a 1p sellotaped to the bottom of it.

The print-out was from my recent post about guitar treble boosters and had the words “an old English sixpence as a pick” highlighted in green, with a little asterisk directing me to a footnote which read:

* Couldn’t find a 6p, will this do?

and beneath that, six new pence. So thank you whoever it was that sent me that.

Now, have I ever told you about my love for the metal guitarists who use large bricks of solid gold as picks? ;)

Star Wars toys – a reunion

Mum has had a few mice visitors living in the store cupboard in what was my brother’s room at home; she only discovered this fact a couple of weeks ago. Between then and now she has been really busy (too busy) washing and cleaning all the toys, both cuddly and otherwise, that had been living in the “cubby-hole” as it is known.

So when Jane and I turned up on Friday evening we discovered Eddie’s old room to be littered with neatly arranged, and very clean toys.

During my childhood I had three absolutely favourite toys:

  • Lego
  • Star Wars
  • Fisher Price Adventure People

Here are a few photographs from my brief reunion with our collection of Star Wars toys.

Stormtroopers of Death

Row of toy Stormtroopers from Star Wars

For some reason we appear to have had more Stormtroopers (of various guises) and members of the Empire’s forces than any other group of figures. Apart from Luke Skywalker, of whom we had six. Of course.

3-2-1

C-3PO and R2-D2 toys

C-3PO and R2-Dustbin. It was a little known fact that C-3PO would turn R2-D2 upside down and hire him out as a washing machine or cement mixer.

Millennium Falcon

Toy Millennium Falcon, with Han Solo and Chewbacca in the driving seats!

The ultimate Star Wars toy (apart from Princess Leia in that outfit from The Return of the Jedi): The Millennium Falcon. Here you can see Han Solo and Chewbacca sitting in the Millennium Falcon’s cockpit. It had a sound, and everything! (Batteries not included.)

Labels!

Text reads: Labels! These labels are really exciting!

I was quite pleasantly surprised to discover that I had kept the instructions for the Millennium Falcon (I was that organized as a kid too, it would appear). This is my favourite bit of the instructions. It reads:

LABELS!
These labels are really exciting! They make your Millennium Falconâ„¢ look like the one from the film. Put on your labels using this sheet as a guide.

I did put them on, and I think you’ll agree that it does make my Millennium Falcon look like the one from the film. Like the one from the film?! As opposed to what, the real one?!

Genius!

Overnight in Selkirk, and a tale about Kirkbank Cottage

Kirkbank Cottage, Selkirk

On Friday evening, the BBQ at work having been cancelled due to the inclement Scottish summer weather, Jane and I drove down to my hometown of Selkirk in the Scottish Borders for a flying, overnight visit.

I’d not seen Mum since my final service at the end of April, which was strange because when I was living in Edinburgh it was quite easy to pop down to see her for an evening (45 miles door-to-door) and she frequently met me in Edinburgh for lunch as it is free for Mum to get the bus from the Borders up to Edinburgh. Mum still hasn’t seen our current house here in Cellardyke; she has seen the holiday cottage.

The photo above is of Kirkbank Cottage, where I grew up. We moved into that house when I was all of a few months old, and Mum (and, until 1998, Dad) and the family have been there ever since. It occurred to me for the first time this visit that the cottage’s name now only makes sense historically. Kirkbank Cottage is a cottage situated on a banking (hillside) by the kirk (church). But there is no kirk there now: it was demolished last year. It is very weird stepping out of the front door now. Where once there was a huge monolith of a sturdy, Church of Scotland building for worship, there is now sky.

Tales of the Unexpected…

Sign reads Kirkbank Cottage

Here’s a little tale about Kirkbank Cottage (built in 1871, and extended in 1982), that I’ve been meaning to blog about for ages.

At the start my fourth year at St Andrews (so, September 1992) I needed a passport photograph for a form at my halls of residence. I had a deadline of two weeks to get it done, and one one particular day during those 14 days I decided that that was the day. I knew where there was a passport photograph machine, and off I headed after breakfast; a quick detour on my way to college.

When I got to the passport photo booth there were a couple of women in the queue in front of me: a middle-aged woman wearing a bright red coat, and an older woman, whom I presumed to be the red coated lady’s mother. I joined the queue and waited for them to finish.

“Would you like me to look after your bag?” the woman in red asked me, as I stepped towards the booth.

Hmmm, I thought, what if she wants to steal it? “Okay,” I said handing it over to her, my confidence in humanity obviously overruling any scepticism that I might have had about kleptomaniac women wearing bright red overcoats. And sure enough when I stepped out of the booth my bag and two women were still standing there. I’m sure my photographs, however, came out with me looking down nervously to my left.

I stepped out of the photo booth and we all waited for our photographs to develop.

“Are you a student here?” the woman in red asked me.
“Yes,” I said. Because I was.
“What are you studying?” she asked.
“Theology,” said I.
“Theology? Do you know Dr Lovegrove?”

When I said that I did, the woman in red told me that he was a neighbour of hers. What a small world. Little did I know that it was just about to get smaller. There was a pause in the conversation.

The younger woman spoke again. “Where are you from?” she asked.
“Selkirk,” said I. For it was true.
“Oh,” she exclaimed, “I used to live in Selkirk. About 25 years ago.”
“Twenty-five years,” I said, “I wasn’t even thought of then.”

The stranger chuckled, and there was another pause.

“Where about in Selkirk did you live,” I asked her, this time taking the initiative.
“Kirkbank Cottage, 35 Forest Road,” she replied.

I froze.

“That’s my house!” I exclaimed.
“Are Keith and Rosalie Saunders your parents?” she asked me.
“Yes!!”
“Then you must have been the little baby that moved in when we moved out,” she said.

It turns out then that this lady — this stranger in a bright red coat, standing in front of me at a photo booth on a random day in St Andrews — sold her house to my parents in 1972.

I would never have met her had I not moved back into halls of residence for my fourth year; had I not needed a passport photograph; had I not decided to get my photograph taken that day, at that time; and had I not got talking to her while we were waiting.

Isn’t life great when you’re paying attention! That has to have been my most Twilight Zone moment to date.