A couple of things this week have knocked me off my perch; although unrelated they both fall into the ATMP category. El Goodo (Lazy welsh psychedelic band - their strap line, not mine) announced on Twitter this week that they were breaking up: 'We're sorry to announce that El Goodo is no more, we're calling it a day. Thanks to everyone who has supported us over the past twenty odd years. Adiois Amigos. Hyyl Fawr." To say I'm gutted is an understatement. Although I came to the party late, one of the albums that got me thru LD1 was their immaculate 'Zombie' from last year; chockablock full of glorious toe tapping tunes. As swansongs go it's perfect. Live fast, die hard and leave a good looking corpse; as somebody, not George Harrison, once said.
And then, as if this news wasn't bad enough, another Twitter announcement from the makers of one of my favourite podcasts. We Share These Streets (True tales of everyday folk in bygone Nottingham) dropped this bombshell yesterday: "A quick message to let you all know that episode 20 of We Share These Streets will be the final one one. As we all come out of lockdown and life returns to a sort of normality, we're finding it more challenging to make the time needed to research, write and tell the stories as a regular show. Thank you so much for listening and being part of the community." Again, gutted. These 20 minute vignettes of my hometown have been put together with such love, care and attention they are just perfect. But what can you do? All Things Must Pass. Whether it be Hillman Hunters or typewriters, Ceefax or Spangles, fax machines or white dog poo, honest politicians or Little Chefs - they don't make 'em anymore.
A bit like the threepenny bits I bought on a market stall last Saturday - one from 1938 and another, more shiny, from 1967. I asked the stall holder if he'd shined the later one up. He said no, explaining to me that the nickel content was much greater in '67 - it being the last year they were minted. You live and you learn, as somebody far wiser than me once said.
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Of course I cannot resist a fnarr fnarr moment and say, ooh what a lovely pair of threepenny bits... They ARE lovely though, and it's weird to think we're old enough to remember using them (probably to buy those Spangles you mention). I still have my childhood coin collection under the bed and a strange urge now to go and get the Duraglit out.
ReplyDeleteRe. the ATMP phrase - it really does sum up everything in life, helpful sometimes.
Imagine the trouble I'd have got into cracking that gag!
DeleteThey are nice tho', aren't they?
Indeed - as we read, we’re all thinking the same thing.
DeleteI still have a bag of silver thupenny coins - The kind my granny used to put in the Christmas pud.
😊I thought grannies put sixpences in Christmas puds; hey, what do I know.
DeleteThe coins I bought that day (and the ones I didn’t) could tell some stories, couldn’t they? Imagine where they’ve been over the years…
Give it a few more years and they'll be selling the coins in your pocket right now as curios on the market...
ReplyDeleteWhat coins? Apart from these bad boys I don't think I've had any coins in my pocket for 18 months.
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