Remembrance Day

Rembembrance Day – also known as Poppy Day, Armistice Day (the event it commemorates) or Veterans Day – is a day to commemorate the sacrifices of members of the armed forces and of civilians in times of war, specifically since the First World War.

Today is 11th November, 2008. It’s 90 years since the end of World War I. I watched the service at the cenotaph on the television this morning, and heard a poem being read that I really liked, so thought that I would post it on here, and then realised that there are two other WWI poems that I particularly like, so I am going to post them all.

The first one, the one that was read this morning is Aftermath by Siegfried Sassoon.

Have you forgotten yet? …
For the world’s events have rumbled on since those gagged days,
Like traffic checked while at the crossing of city-ways:
And the haunted gap in your mind has filled with thoughts that flow
Like clouds in the lit heaven of life; and you’re a man reprieved to go,
Taking your peaceful share of Time, with joy to spare.
But the past is just the same – and War’s a bloody game …
Have you forgotten yet? …
Look down, and swear by the slain of the War that you’ll never forget.

Do you remember the dark months you held the sector at Mametz –
The nights you watched and wired and dug and piled sandbags on parapets?
Do you remember the rats; and the stench
of corpses rotting in front of the front-line trench –
And dawn coming, dirty-white, and chill with a hopeless rain?
Do you ever stop and ask, “Is it all going to happen again?”

Do you remember the hour of din before the attack –
And the anger, the blind compassion that seized and shook you
As you peered at the doomed and haggard faces of your men?
Do you remember the stretcher-cases lurching back
With dying eyes and lolling heads – those ashen-grey
Masks of the lads who once were keen and kind and gay?

Have you forgotten yet? …
Look up, and swear by the green of the spring that you’ll never forget.

Another one that I love is one that I saw inscribed on the wall of a building at the University of Toronto when I visited in September. I have discovered today that the poet – John McCrae – studied at the University. The poem is In Flanders Fields.

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

And finally, the last one is a poem that I studied at GCSE. It’s called Anthem for Doomed Youth and is by Wilfred Owen.

What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?
Only the monstrous anger of the guns.
Only the stuttering rifles’ rapid rattle
Can patter out their hasty orisons.
No mockeries for them; no prayers nor bells,
Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs, –
The shrill, demented choirs of wailing shells;
And bugles calling for them from sad shires.

What candles may be held to speed them all?
Not in the hands of boys, but in their eyes
Shall shine the holy glimmers of good-byes.
The pallor of girls’ brows shall be their pall;
Their flowers the tenderness of patient minds,
And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds


Barack, pronounced “BUH-ruhtsk”, is a type of Hungarian brandy (Palinka) made of (or flavoured with) apricots.

And so it has happened: Barack Obama is to become the 44th President of the United States of America. I am pleased to say that I watched the results unfold, in Top Bar at the University of Essex, and have to say that I am pleased as punch with the result. Not necessarily because of his political affiliation, I have never really been one for politics in that sense, because I do not know where I stand on the political spectrum, be it left, right or middle. I think it’s a momentous occasion, and I think it’s important for America that they have finally been able to elect a black president. In my sociology classes last year we talked a lot about racism and how it seems to be ingrained in the US, but that people often forget that the US is a young country, and still has much to learn. To know that a country that practiced segregation 40 something years ago has had the balls to elect a black man to run their country is something I think they should be proud of. Obviously there are a lot of Americans who didn’t want Obama as their leader, and I am sure we will hear a lot from those people over the next four years. But tonight I think they can celebrate.

I am just about to watch his victory speech, as soon as I can get my rubbish television to work!


Toronto was a Canadian rock band from the late seventies and early eighties who have been compared to Heart and Pat Benetar.

This is just a quick post to say that I had the most amazing time on holiday in Canada. I am having a really hard time dealing with being back, aside from the fact that I wanted to see all the people that I love very much again, and I don’t want to spend long extended periods of time away from them. I can barely bring myself to mention the holiday, because of the feelings that it incites in me! A general longing for all things Canadian, and a monstrous urge to jump on the next plane and spend another couple of weeks with Ma Cortese!

Fly Me To The Moon

Fly Me to the Moon” is a pop standard song written by Bart Howard in 1954.

I realised today that I last posted here on 13th July, which is almost two months ago. I feel bad that I have neglected my readers in such a haphazard way, and must immediately apologise for this.

Of course, my readership is limited to three people, at least that I know of. I learnt recently of an additional person who reads this, other than Anna and Vicky, and must say that I was pleasantly surprised! Although now I feel a certain amount of pressure to perform! With Anna and V I know that they find most of what I say interesting, but I am fairly sure that is not the case with anyone else!

I am writing this blog without a title, as I can’t think of one. I was going to have one that related to a wedding, because I recently attended a very important one (more on that shortly), but I couldn’t think of anything good enough for a title. I am silly enough to want a title that refers to the subject matter of the post without being too explicit, I prefer for it to be a little cryptic. I also considered some sort of ABBA reference, as I am slightly obsessed at the moment with all things ABBA, having seen Mamma Mia! twice in recent weeks. But I couldn’t think of anything cryptic enough – every song title in Wikipedia seems to refer directly to the song and not to another subject. Although…I may have just had a thought. We’ll see. OK, so I have just thought of one, completely unrelated to ABBA.

So, the wedding. My brother Matthew married his fiancée Kelly just over 2 weeks ago. The wedding took place in Leicestershire, which is where Kelly is from, and it was the most amazing day. I was a bridesmaid, I wore a turquoise dress from Debenhams, and it was a lovely dress (if a little low cut). And their first dance was to ‘Fly Me to the Moon’ (Hence the blog title). Kelly looked amazing, and I cried throughout most of the ceremony (as I tend to do at weddings). It was really a lovely day, and I wish we could do it again! But, we can’t! I can’t help feeling, although it hasn’t actually been said, that there is a sense of ‘Jane’s next’ on the wedding front. Needless to say that this isn’t going to happen any time soon! Actually I think Abbie is likely to beat me down the aisle! I do keep thinking about potential themes for my hen night though. My current favourite is 1970s/ABBA…

…Which segues quite nicely into my next topic for discussion – Mamma Mia. I went to see it for the second time last night, and I love it! I would probably go and watch it again! The storyline is good, although somewhat predictable, but the way they fit the music into the film is brilliant. There wasn’t a song used that I didn’t enjoy, even though I didn’t know all of them. I put Kim’s ABBA Gold CD onto my iPod as soon as possible, and then my wonderful boyfriend bought me the film soundtrack, which I love.

So, this blog turned out a lot longer than I intended. Sorry to anyone reading it who got bored!