Who thinks these things up? Well, we all know who thinks these things up, don’t we? And then they want gifts and adulation. Sheesh!
Now, my knowledge of Tolstoy and his famous novels is very limited. I know he was a Russian, name of Leo Tolstoy, and that he wrote a lot of dark stuff which people consider to be classics. I have to admit that I have never read one. I have, however seen the movie Anna Karenina, and this image represents the most powerful scene in that movie, as I experienced it.
When I saw this movie, I was working in a little Essex town called Witham. I got off my bus at the station in Witham every day, and walked down the hill to the veterinary practice where I was an animal nurse, or to be specific, a Registered Animal Nursing Auxiliary. Yes, we were trained nurses, but that’s what they called us then, because the Royal College of Nursing objected to the term ‘nurse’ being applied to the treatment of animals. What an arrogant piece of interference that was, and why the Royal College of Veterinary Surgeons bowed to this petty piece of meddling I have no idea, but they did – despite the fact that (miraculously) the word ‘surgeon’ didn’t seem to have been devalued by the fact that, just like us nurses, the veterinary sort of surgeon also worked with animals instead of people.
Ah well. Anyway, back to Tolstoy.
Witham railway station was famous for the fact that it was a popular place to commit suicide by throwing oneself under a train.
And for your bonus today, I’d like to mention that this album came out during the last year of my time catching a bus at the station.
I can tell you, I sometimes used to feel quite queasy as I stood there trying not think of all the blood on those particular tracks.