Typical, absolutely typical! You'll remember I blogged about dreams, Dr Who and the difficulties in producing one (dream, not David Tennant et al) for public consumption at the course down in the land of Brisk Sea Breezes recently. More than a week after the dream session, what happens? Yes - you've got it: a fevered and annoyingly elusive mix of an old place of work, annoyingly beautiful people, (suspect there may be a link here to the 'evo takover' in Monday night's episode of 'Rev.' ), the Sealed Knot (civil war re-enactment society for those not in the know) and Mr Greenpatch in the shower. (No, don't worry; this last's not what you think!) What's a girl supposed to make of all that?
The picture, by the way,is the 'Bonds of Friendship' memorial in Old Portsmouth, the granite for which was presented to the UK by the inhabitants of Sydney, Australia, commemorating the first sailing of settlers from Portsmouth to Botany Bay. So, what has all this to do with the Sealed Knot? Well, on Tuesday evening, en route to the course, I took a stroll down by the seawall. I'd seen the statue before, but had never bothered to check out it's history. At risk of lowering the cultural tone, my mind was on other things at the time - I was feeling slightly under the weather again,and, I'm afraid my first thought was that the memorial resembled nothing so much as the illustration on my packet of Colpermin anti-spasmodic capsules! Oh the shame! But that Sealed Knot connection is just too much of a co-incidence, isn't it? No doubt a Jungian analyst would have a field day with it all. (Please, no comments 'What is your gut feeling about this?' please!)
Let's hope my inept attempts at interpretation don't cause an international incident between our two countries. Mr GP says that if I don't reappear after the final session next week, he'll be extremely suspicious. After all, that area of the town used to be the haunt of the notorious press gangs; even popping in for a quick pint was fraught with peril. I shall have to lie low.
