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Memory….
Is an interesting thing. I was recently reminiscing with my mum about my early youth (a term that proves I am moving rapidly away from being young). I had always thought that a scar I have on my hand was caused by me pulling on the iron cord whilst my mum was out the room, with the outcome of the iron falling and burning my hand.
However it turns out that I had (in my infinite wisdom) decided to actually ‘iron’ my 2 year old hand using the top of the heater as an ironing board. It also turns out that I left it there (stupid) until my mum peeled it off.
Yet for some reason (I have no ‘actual’ memory of this event) I have created a scenario in my head to accompany the event.
“False memories are constructed by combining actual memories with the content of suggestions received from others. During the process, individuals may forget the source of the information. This is a classic example of source confusion, in which the content and the source become dissociated.
Of course, because we can implant false childhood memories in some individuals in no way implies that all memories that arise after suggestion are necessarily false. Put another way, although experimental work on the creation of false memories may raise doubt about the validity of long-buried memories, such as repeated trauma, it in no way disproves them. Without corroboration, there is little that can be done to help even the most experienced evaluator to differentiate true memories from ones that were suggestively planted.”
It’s very possible that I was never told the actual story and informed myself of this information, thus implanting the story in my own mind, and then re-enforcing through future remembering. Either way it was a very foolish thing to do – even for a two year old.
Fire: Bad
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Chris Evans at his stall in Camden market. Good on im.

Not posting much
Definately not been posting much recently, been rather busy…..sometimes the problem with blogging if all else gets insane it tends to be the first thing to be sacrificed.
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Quote on where I was born: ‘The one redeeming feature of burnley is that it isn’t Nelson… no point nominating that, because your reviewers wouldn’t last ten minutes.’
Quote on where I was brought-up: ‘Gateway to the Medway Towns, Chatham (with a silent ‘t’) has much to offer, if only as a beginner’s guide to its even uglier urban-toilet sister, Strood. This Safeway-centric gem is just a five minute train journey (in the dark as the lightbulbs will have been thrown out of the window) across the turd-brown waters of the River Medway.’
and where my family and I used to occasionally holiday: ‘Evenings are usually brought to an abrupt close by the loss of consciousness, precipitated by looking at someone’s bird and receiving a sovereign’n’hate fist in the head.’
Courtesy of ‘Crap Towns‘
Oh dear. Amazed I survived really.
Monkey Jail
‘Doing hard time in monkey jail’
‘He was one bad monkey. And last week he was sentenced to life in prison for his crimes, inmate No. 13 at the country’s only known monkey jail, where very bad monkeys are sent to live out their remaining years.’
‘”Monkeys are very furious,” said Ujagar Singh, the Patiala district spokesman. ‘
‘Once put in jail, they are not given names. Instead, jailers refer to them by where they were caught: Sanam Monkey or Jalandhar Monkey. “They are so notorious, why should we give them a name?” Atalia said. “They don’t listen anyway,” added Surinder Singh, who is in charge of the Motibagh zoo. ‘
‘people remembered him with a mixture of fear and fondness. Sure, he threatened the children with bricks, but he also was cute, people said.’
Absolute bloody genius….sometimes this bloggin business is easy.
