Friday, March 21, 2008

up the ash tree climbs the ivy

Up the ivy climbs the sun. There have been racing yards in Middleham, whose castle served as the childhood home of Richard III, since the 18th century and the annual Good Friday open day is a good opportunity to meet some northern celebrities and blend seamlessy in with the locals, so off we set into the bright, but forecast to be shortlived, early spring sunshine to…’Mummy’, said Milly, looking over my shoulder. ‘Yes dear’, I muttered, stopping typing. ‘I find your use of Betjemen to invoke some kind of nineteen fifties rural idyll that probably never actually existed unconvincing and furthermore your attempt to dignify your inane witterings about your daily life by feigning an interest in the history and heritage of The North are, to be perfectly frank, rather laboured’. There was a moment of silence. ‘Gosh Milly, what do you suggest dear?’ Milly looked at me with exasperated expression. ‘Just stick to doing knob gags Mummy’, she offered by way of counsel. I turned to look at the snow now falling past the window and sighed. Returning to my so thoroughly scorned attempt to embellish the story I know that Milly really meant that perhaps I needed to get back to basics, just stick to the facts. I hit delete, typed the schlong good friday into the title box and began to write...

5 comments:

Norman said...

Oh I don't know, you may be right about the Betjemanesque Idyll. I remember the 1950s. We used to go to television parties. Someone in the village had one of those new fangled TVs and we would flock there with sandwiches et al and watch "Quatermass". All in B&W of course. Only the well off had cars so we got around on bicycles or walked.
The trains SEEMED to always run on time, but probably didn't. Hmm...
Maybe Milly's right after all.

The English Courtesan said...

Rilly, that child needs its mouth washed out with soap!

Livvy xxx

aims said...

I think Milly is wanting to take over your blog - aren't you getting a wee bit nervous?

Arthur Clewley said...

Rilly, fear not, the last person to get that crucified on Good Friday sold literally hundreds of copies of his book...

rilly super said...

norman, are you sure that was the 1950s or just my village last week, sigh...

hi livvy, it's lovely to see you. I would do just that, but it's a long weekend and everyone is away so I'm just glad she is reading it, sigh

aims, I fear you may be right but she should jolly well wit untill she's left home to write a book about her terrible childhood!

arthur old chap, are you sure you have quite the most up to date sales figures on the new testament?