Our loft, apart from being a mess, can sometimes turn out to be a proverbial treasure trove. Well, not exactly!
We all love to look and dream about red sports cars, especially an iconic red Corvette, naturally, don’t we?
I look at this red Corvette most days, pick it up and look at the lines, imagining I’m somewhere in the Mid West cruising along Route 66, or some long open highway with only mesas, inselbergs and the odd raptor for company, the shapes of distant mountains blue in the background.
Mystery objects in the sky have tantalised humanity for longer than we think.
Even some Renaissance paintings have strange looking craft depicted in the sky, which bear a remarkable likeness to descriptions of present day UFOs. Such phenomena back then would probably have been put down to the work of the devil.
Today, however, we might have more ‘logical’, even rather prosaic explanations, like space rockets and the launching of thousands of satellites.
One thing is for sure – if we are to believe the number of satellites now orbiting the earth, – the skies are certainly getting a little crowded up there. After all, we have all seen the news telling us about satellite launches since 1957, Sputnik et al.
There is much justified criticism of the amount of junk, particularly plastic, in our oceans which threaten wildlife, yet not many give a thought for the vast amount of rubbish seemingly spinning around us, which could either fall on our heads at any time, or represent a hazard for other potential rockets carrying humans into the mysterious realms of space.
Logic would imply that at some stage, someone, or some authority, is going to have to deal with this ‘trash’ in the sky. I can’t wait.
He had been king for less than a year and hadn’t had a coronation.
Edward VIII officially gave up his kingship, his rule over an empire which spanned the earth, on which the sun never set. All because, we are famously told, for his love of an American divorcee, Wallis Simpson, a situation which could not be tolerated by the highly conservative establishment of the time. But of course it was a bit more complicated than that.
Like quite a few Britons at the time, Edward was an admirer of certain European dictators. After the abdication he became more than a mere acquaintance of one of them, something which didn’t go down too well in certain parts of the British establishment, as Europe and the world was led inexorably towards war.
As Prince of Wales he had been quite popular with his people back home and throughout the Empire and Commonwealth. He was able to relate to them despite the most privileged upbringing one could get. He was, however, quite shy and perhaps felt somewhat unworthy of the role fate had given him, something which led to several bouts of depression.
For these reasons and perhaps others too, he probably never felt he was not cut out for being a monarch of a vast and populous empire.
Falling in love with Mrs Simpson was only one reason among several which made him feel incapable of carrying on as king, a heavy responsibility which in the end he was forced to leave behind.