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Choices – Tools of Youth – Spoilt for Choice?

There are holes in the sky

One of the big things in the last election was the ‘choice’ agenda.  I wonder is choice something that can only be afforded when things are going well in the economy?  I wonder how often we will hear choice being mentioned in this election campaign. On the domestic front I suspect that the less funds you have the more important but also the more limited choices.  One of the advantages of cutting things out eg when doing the detox diet is that everything is quicker, whole rows of supermarket shelves were out of the equation.  But while there is a choice there is always the question over the Road Not Taken.

The thing that started me on this theme of choices was a post by Whimsical Wife about the Tools of Youth.  When I looked at her list I thought golly gosh (or words to that effect) half those products didn’t exist when I was 18 and I’m sure a current, just about to vote’s list, would look very different.  So for the record here is my list:

  • Apparently this Spotify playlist were the top-selling tracks [list in 1st comment] – however I think I was very un-pop and much more likely to listen to Pink Floyd and Lynyrd Skynard
  • Moulton Mini bike and dad’s mini van
  • an instamatic camera – I tried finding photo’s of me from that era but I was always behind and not in front of a camera
  • Rucksack – Holidays were had in the Lakes and Wales in Youth Hostels
  • Batiste
  • Charlie [until introduced to Dior]
  • Wagon Wheels
  • Pomagne
  • Boots 17 or Miners (but not often)
  • Black Wellies
  • Manual typewriter
  • Reel-to-reel tape recorder
  • Spike Milligan

The more I started to think about this list, the more all I could think abut was this…..

Choices – Japonica Glistens Like Coral

Back on the theme of choices, in this pre-election period; possibly the most difficult thing for me to understand is war. When I don’t understand things I tend to look to poetry, art, literature; basically anything other than political rhetoric to try and gain perspective.

This morning the japonica is in flower.  Japonica makes me cry when I think of the poem “Naming of parts” by Henry Reed.  For me the poem is about the physical and emotional unpreparedness of the prepared and their essential fragility no mater how tough they are.

However, I also reflect on the poem “First they came“, attributed to Pastor Martin Niemöller.  I don’t know that I am any further forward in assessing the rights and wrongs of the current disputes, wars and disturbances.  I do know they can have a tremendous impact on individuals and communities.

Difficult choices.  You can find out some of what your MP has or hasn’t been involved in voting at

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