Monday, June 02, 2008

let them eat crisps

It can be so hard to find activities for the children during half term, so I gave up trying and left them at home with the au pair to go out for the evening. My husband and his ticket finding themselves at opposite ends of the M1 when the time came to go out a chance encounter with my neighbour meant that if I ran into any bears on the way I would have someone to push between them and myself. ‘But what does a northerner know about baroque composers?’ I asked after he'd offered to come with me. ‘Well’, began my neighbour by way of assuaging my doubts ‘I know what kind of washing powder they use’. ‘If you say Purcell automatic I’m going on my own’, I told him. We set off in silence after that.

It certainly was a trip down memory lane. The lady’s at the pub across the road from the venue was full of sixth formers from the school in the local market town adjusting large wigs and bustles. It was just like being back at my ladies College, sigh. ‘You must be Marie Intoilette’, I laughed as the cubicle door opened and a betrainered dauphine stepped out. I think she must have been focusing on her role too much to laugh. She wasn't very realistic anyway; When was Marie Antoinette ever seen with a Malborough Light? Its Gauloises dear; if you do this kind of thing again then do get some authenticity. To complete the whole Ancien Régime ambience there were even it seemed some sans culottes laid on to complement the courtiers from the local school. ‘They’re not very convincing peasants’, I told my neighbour. ‘They’ll be glad to hear it’, said my neighbour. ‘Evening lads’, he called across the street. There was something of an exchange across the street that could have been in 18th century french for all I understood of it although of the universal sign language of miming drinking a pint, tapping a watch and pointing back at the pub I think I got the gist.

It was a marvellous evening. For a couple of lovely hours the reality of everyday life was shut out as the spectacle unfolded. Of course we wouldn’t want to be ruled by a privileged elite with no experience of how ordinary people live and who just see the common folk as a source of taxes to fund their grand lifestyles and futile foreign adventures nowadays. Those days are long gone so thank goodness for Tony is all I can say. Evetually the music ended, the subisidy ran out and the bubble finally burst and my neighbour and I stepped out into the evening. ‘What’s that light pollution that’s stopping it getting completely dark?’ I asked. ‘That’s the sun Rilly’ he said, ‘it’s still only ten thirty’ he said, smiling. The twilight was rather kind to him, I thought, in fact the north as a whole seemed less scary when I couldn't see it quite so clearly. We wandered back to the pub to meet with my neighbour’s chums. Apparently it was my round. They do have long memories around here. ‘And five bags of porkies please’, I asked as the last pint was slopped onto the bar. ‘Sorry love, no scratchings’ said the landlord. ‘No scratchings!’ I exclaimed, ‘then let them eat crisps!’. ‘Eh?’ came the reply. ‘nothing’, I muttered dejectedly, ‘just the drinks then’, I sighed. Well, what can I say, I have been under rather a lot of pressure lately, sigh

10 comments:

Hadriana's Treasures said...

"Let them eat crisps"...Gosh Rilly - you ARE generous. We're just getting used to bread and drinking (sorry:Prescottian slip) -dripping - up here you know!

Thank you for your very kind comments on my site. Continued good luck and success with yours.

aims said...

Oh dear Rilly! At least you tried to feed the masses.

And really Rilly - were the ladies even allowed to smoke back then? I'm thinking that if they did it would be more grass than anything surely.

That evening sun gets us all the time here in the middle of nowhere Canada. Can't even go to a decent drive-in anymore to watch a movie 'cause it doesn't get halfway dark until midnight! I should have looked into that when I built my igloo in this location.

Now - ahem - if you're buying....?

Expatmum said...

Alors- the puns are killing me!! It's just reminded me that I will have the devil of a time getting the little one to bed when it's broad daylight till past ten. The jet lag only lasts for so long!

Mopsa said...

Oooh, kultcha! Love the idea of the evening ending as the subsidy ran out... suspect I will nick that phrase. Several times. Mwah!

Hadriana's Treasures said...

"The twilight was rather kind to him, I thought, in fact the north as a whole seemed less scary when I couldn't see it quite so clearly." (That is so, so, true....if only this had happened at school then I wouldn't have been quite so scared all the time or was that sacred? (It was a convent school after all...)
Thank you for the link to my site.
Multas gratias tibi ago.Translated into Barbarian: Ta very much!

Pig in the Kitchen said...

I'm afraid i'm still chuckling over Marie Intoilette and have very little of import to add to your comments box! that and the miming beer back at the pub...
fab to see you back.
Pigx

Hadriana's Treasures said...

Rilly..."The Times" are getting in on your act: "Let them eat crisps" was on the fron of yesterdays's "Body and Soul". I'd sue if I was you!
Ta ta for now.
(I'd better go and look at some other sites now..I think I'm monopolizing yours!!)

Hadriana's Treasures said...

fron
yesterdays's

(Don't tell Lynne Truss will you? There's a dear...

jaridit misr said...

i like that

fakr gidid said...

i like that