Showing posts with label Nostalgia.... Show all posts
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Thursday, 10 September 2020

Day in the life of a Poet (September 2020)

Mayfly

-- In the semi-light,
a magical domain.
Senses collide.
-- Arcane
two-stroke
petrol and 
creosote mingle
in the warmth.
The rusted tins,
stale tobacco
and fertiliser 
fill the old shed.

Fresh sandwiches
ready for noon, 
cucumber spread, 
Sunblest and 
Anchor butter.
---- To Stamford Pond
to find a Mayfly.

Another day,
ancient sunlight,
eternal summer.






Monday, 18 April 2011

Captain Scarlet & The Mysterons

This is the future, our future:

With the curtains drawn, french windows open and the low hum of a lawnmower cutting through the spring calm, I was transported every Saturday morning to my future, our future.

The year is 2068… A team of Zero-X astronauts are investigating the surface of Mars after unidentified radio signals emanating from the planet are detected on Earth. The source is discovered to be an extraterrestrial base, which is attacked and destroyed when the explorers mistake a harmless sensor device for a weapon. The inhabitants of the settlement, the Mysterons, are sentient computers that form a collective consciousness. They are the remnants of the original Mysteron race, extraterrestrial life forms that originated in a galaxy other than the Milky Way and maintained their colony on Mars for 3,500 years before understandably abandoning the planet at the turn of the 20th century. Possessing a rather handy partial control over matter, the Mysteron computers draw on their power of "reversing matter" to rebuild the complex before vowing revenge for the unwarranted aggression.

Reversing matter, also described as "retro-metabolism", allows the Mysterons to re-create the likeness of a person or object in the form of a facsimile that is under their control. This ability is used to conduct a "war of nerves" against Earth, in which the Mysterons issue threats against specific targets (from world leaders and military installations to whole cities and continents) and then destroy and reconstruct whatever instruments are required (whether human or machine) to execute their plans. The presence of the Mysterons is indicated by two circles of green light (the "Mysteron rings") that trail across scenes of destruction and reconstruction. Although the Mysterons are able to manipulate events from Mars, their actions on Earth are usually performed by their replicated intermediaries.

The leading Mysteron agent is of course Zero-X mission leader Captain Black. He is killed and reconstructed during the incident on Mars. Previously, Black had held the rank of senior officer in Spectrum, an international security organisation inaugurated in 2067 that mobilises all its personnel, vehicles and other resources in response to the Mysteron threat. Spectrum is led from Cloudbase, an airborne headquarters positioned at a height of 40,000 feet above the Earth's surface, and has outposts in all major cities. The organisation employs operatives of many nationalities, of whom the most senior hold military ranks and colour-based codenames, are stationed on Cloudbase, and answer directly to the commander-in-chief of Spectrum, Colonel White. Cloudbase is defended by the Angels, an interceptor aircraft squadron, and the organisation boasts a fleet of Spectrum Pursuit Vehicles (SPV) hidden in secret locations across the world.

Captain Scarlet becomes Spectrum's foremost weapon in its fight against the Mysterons after the battle on Mars, in which the Mysterons threaten to assassinate the World President as their first act of retaliation. The original Scarlet is killed in a car accident engineered by the Mysterons and replaced with a Mysteron reconstruction. However, when the Scarlet duplicate is shot by Spectrum officer Captain Blue and falls to his death from a tall structure, it returns to life with the consciousness of its human template restored, and is thereafter free from Mysteron control. Scarlet's ex-Mysteron body possesses two remarkable abilities: he is able to sense the presence of other Mysteron duplicates in his vicinity, and if he is injured or killed, retro-metabolism restores him to a state of top health. Now able to deploy suicidally reckless tactics to thwart Mysteron threats, Scarlet repeatedly braves the pain of death in the knowledge that he will recover to face the Mysterons once more. (As an aside it should be noted that the existential horror of perpetual life was never explored in too much detail…)

While Scarlet and Spectrum defend Earth against the threat from Mars, it is found that Mysteron reconstructions are particularly vulnerable to electricity and that they are detectable on X-rays, to which their biology is impervious. Consequently, two anti-Mysteron devices, the "Mysteron Gun" and the "Mysteron Detector," are developed to aid Spectrum. A three-episode story arc charts the uncovering of a second Mysteron complex under construction on the Moon, its destruction by Spectrum, and efforts to negotiate with the Mysterons on Mars via a crystal power source, salvaged from the complex, which is converted into an interplanetary communication device. A failed attempt at satellite surveillance of the Martian surface, aborted military conferences and the sabotaged construction of a new space fleet hinder Spectrum's plans to return to Mars, and the organisation is unsuccessful on two occasions in apprehending Captain Black. The penultimate episode of the series depicts a Mysteron assault on Cloudbase with the use of armed spacecraft, which is ultimately revealed to be a nightmare dreamt by one of the Angel pilots. The finale is a flashback episode that ends inconclusively with regards to the war between Earth and Mars and the fate of Spectrum and the Mysterons.

The real names of the Spectrum officers who gave their all to protect us from the Mysteron threat…

Codename, Real name, Nationality
Captain Scarlet, Paul Metcalfe, British
Captain Blue, Adam Svenson, American
Colonel White, Charles Gray, British
Captain Black, Conrad Turner, British
Lieutenant Green,Seymour Griffiths, Trinidadian
Captain Ochre, Richard Fraser, American
Captain Magenta, Patrick Donaghue, Irish
Captain Grey, Bradley Holden, American
Doctor Fawn, Edward Wilkie, Australian
Destiny Angel, Juliette Pontoin, French
Symphony Angel, Karen Wainwright, American
Rhapsody Angel, Dianne Simms, British
Melody Angel, Magnolia Jones, American
Harmony Angel, Chan Kwan, Japanese

Smarties (Take 2)

You'd be foolish not to... Well, it is the Easter Weekend coming up!

Friday, 15 April 2011

Dreamtime...

Tangerine dusk, slipping into the old bus depot
with only one journey on my mind...

Monday, 28 March 2011

Dreams

When I was younger and living on the other side of the world. I would dream I was flying above my home town. Skimming from rooftop to rooftop (Sans Umbrella). I can still clearly recall looking down on to Langney roundabout and over to the Catholic Church and then back down Pevensey Bay Road.

According to a dream dictionary...

You first start dreaming of flying when you are 3 to 5 years old. It is a very common dream, though less prevalent in adults. More than one third of the dreaming population has dreamed of flying one time or the other.
* Flying dreams have a positive link with relief from tension and nightmares.
* Lucid dreamers tend to have twice as much of flying dreams.
* An intense emotional condition can also trigger off a flying dream
* The dreams are not exclusive to the post flying machines era.
* They feature in dream books of Babylonian and Egyptian civilizations.
* Creative thinkers have more flying dreams


Stuff and nonsense? It may well be, dream interpretations always seem to come back to the same themes. All I know is that I used to like it when I could fly!

Tuesday, 8 March 2011

Dole Days

"Wham! Bam! I am a man! Job or no job, you can't tell me that I'm not"

Back in the way back, when jobs were optional and the dole was, if not plentiful, then financially tolerable and more importantly readily available.

The days stretched out like an endless road before us. Wake up whenever, go to bed whenever, skip a day, miss a night. Pop round a friends at three in the morning to have a smoke and listen to some Cajun Be-Bop or Ragamuffin Hip Hop.

Wake up at six & head down the seafront to read Ian Fleming novels on the beach, pile over to Brighton in Malc's van or just luxuriate in the sensual company of someone infinitely more interesting than the man at the job centre.

Those were the special days...

Monday, 7 March 2011

Smarties

In the sepia tinted days before blue Smarties came on the scene and ruined everything, before the tubes became hexagons, when you wished that the letter on the inside of the lid corresponded with the target of your affection. There were proper Smarties...

Rowntrees of York, England, had made "Chocolate Beans" from 1882 onwards. The product was then renamed in a fit of marketing exuberance "Smarties Chocolate Beans" in 1937. However, before you could even blink an eye, forty years had passed and Rowntrees were forced to drop the words "chocolate beans" in 1977 due to trading standards requirements (the use of the word "beans" was felt to be misleading) so they adopted the stunning "Milk Chocolate in a Crisp Sugar Shell". Later, the sweet was rebranded quite simply and somewhat provocatively as "Smarties".

Smarties are now no longer manufactured in York; production has now moved to Germany (don't get me started), where a third of them were already made (did we know this?). Outside Europe, Nestlé's largest production facility for Smarties is in Canada, where Nestlé has been manufacturing products since 1918.

Apparently, in subculture "smarties" is a street name for ecstasy, because of the latter coming as colourful tablets. Although why on earth anyone would want to pop a pill as opposed to gulping down a handful "Chocolate Beans" is beyond me!

Friday, 4 March 2011

Taking a stroll...

Through Soho at dusk. From Carnaby Street to Kettners, dreaming of the girl at the end of the bar!

Monday, 14 February 2011

St Valentine's Day


The intrigue, the mystery, the run across the road to buy the girl in the office some flowers, the poem, the imagined kiss, the memories of warm nights under Soho's glow and of course the silent trudge home across the sand at dusk...

Sunday, 21 November 2010

Sunday lunchtime in the pub with the papers


It was a BC thing (Before Children). I would wake up late, yet early enough to stock up on the papers. If Chelsea won I'd buy as many as possible (more of a rarity those days and indeed these too!). Normally it would be The Observer & The IoS as staples and then others depending on the news, the mood, the amount I'd had to drink the night before.

Once armed with Fleet Street's finest tittle tattle, it would be a brief stroll, a gentle push and then the pub would be ours. A leisurely couple of hours supping, muttering, thundering or saying nothing. All in all, still the second best way to spend a Sunday.

Thursday, 22 October 2009

The things that happen when you forget...

You don't blog, you miss dinner and you forget the deep humbling joy of England:

On the beach at Birling Gap, in the beer garden at Jevington, walking out of Sloane Square tube, (getting a cab & travelling on buses), peering out of low slung south coast bedsits, scrabbling for cigarettes, roaring on the Blues and missing your mates...