Tuesday, 2 October 2012

December 1963

Beatles in Concert at the Gaumont, Southampton. December 13th 1963 End of `The Beatles Autumn Tour'.

"Dad we know nothing of how your life was growing up!" say the kids.
Well now you do kids...Growing up in the late 50's and 60's is now covered by my Scruffy Kid memories...
come with me now to 1963, wrap up warm as none of the places we go have central heating. You are now entering the world of The Scruffy Kid.

Ah yes December 1963 was still in the  full grip of Beatles fever,  'I want to hold you hand' would be played everywhere.

The family are sat in my Grans living room we kids, the brothers three and tiny Sis had to be on our best behaviour as this is the room only used for best. "Mind what you do with that cup of tea" "yes Gran" I would reply as I dunk one of her homemade short bread biscuits. Oh crumbs they are scrummy.
Father and my Uncle are laughing as each take turns wearing the black mop like shaggy Beatles Wig, and I laughed till tears filled my eyes as Grandad with a huge grin has the wig plonked on his head by his son, this was considered long hair back then and on my grandad  it looked Hilarius as he had grey and rather thinning hair, I'd never seen him with dark hair before it was strangly amusing, we would regard this Wig as short hair these days,  my Brothers and I however did have really short hair cuts, "short back and sides" my father always asked the barber for us boys every time we were due a cut, I never liked it much, I have to say as my dark blond hair would curl every time it rained and I liked it when it was wavy and natural,but with a short back and sides it just tickled.
when us kids were allowed in the living room alone I'd tune the Radio until I found something funny to listen too, Grandads radio had the fan like grill made of Bakelite. and the large dial would be lit up and you wound the pointer till you found some thing like this http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b007jv86 As yes the Goons this will give you belly laughs for sure and my belly enjoyed many a laugh with all the chuckles Milligan's Goons would conjure.
I'd end up imitating the voices of course and calling my dad "oohh you naughty man youuw."
 I'm wearing my now well worn  blue paisley jumper identical to my twins, unlike myself to my twin, my elder brother would be in his green reindeer adorned collared jumper. the only difference in trousers would be that his were long trousers even though I was almost as tall.
(Ah the shorter  twin brother syndrome) and ours would be short.
Image for The White Neddie Trade

Other jolly japes on the radio would be, Around the horn,  Jimmy Cliverow, the Navy lark with Jon Pertwee, Ronnie Barker and Leslie Phillips to name but a few. http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b01nmgrk
Even Steptoe and Son, and Hancocks Half Hour were regulars on BBC's Radio.
I'm Sorry, I'll Read That Again maybe a show you know,  the pilot programme having been broadcast on 30 December 1963 under the title "Cambridge Circus" With Tim Brooke-Taylor (later became one of the three members ofThe Goodies). He has written humorous books on various subjects, including cricket and golf. He was a member of the cast of the television comedy series At Last the 1948 Show with John Cleese (as well as Graham Chapman and Marty Feldman), and later appeared in Marty Feldman's television comedy series Marty. Brooke-Taylor has acted in many other television sitcoms, as well as appearing in the 1970s BBC radio sketch show Hello, Cheeky! with John Junkin and Barry Cryer, a show which later translated to ITV.

I would very often find a new hole in my jumper and be told off for picking at it... I put it down to an over active moth or poor maintenance.
Now then, I do remember pulling on my charcoal grey duffel coat with it's red tartan lining and heading off to Town with the other family members, Gran and Grandad lived near the Town Centre so it was only a matter of a 20 minute walk to reach the Centre,  the winter sky would be dark allowing the best view of the coloured water spouts from the fountain opposite the Guildhall and it was beautiful, I would race round it with my brothers , and the water that was now our backdrop would change from red, green, yellow to blue, onlookers would only see the shadowed figures of us boys full of laughter between the coloured sequences. 20 years later this would be dismantled and moved to front the museum but the lights were never to shine again....I think a tree fairy died that day just from the sadness of such innocent beauty being put to death.
Well after our usual run round the fountain, which happened every time we passed it, we headed to Woolworth's because the rumour was Santa was in town... yes the Real Santa!, can you believe that?...  What did you say?.. Hum well anyway we were off to see the breaded one and we joined the long throng of kids all lined up for the same thing, "Mum I'm bored" my elder brother would say, "well you'll have to wait."   "Yea I want my present so shut up" that's me ever the diplomat.

Well wait we did and I swear this Jolly soul looked the real deal, no fake beard for this fella. oh no, and the suit was excellent, straight form some Hollywood Jobby I'd say. "Ah my boy and what would you like for Christmas?"  is this guy kidding me? I want a Bike obviously so I tell him, he just smiles with that "yea well I want a mansion" face, and passes me a wrapped parcel, OH Boy I love guessing the parcel, don't you? Hum ah yes well hum.... could be a book of some kind and something hard but squishy, blimey no idea what that is.
"WAIT!!  till your brother gets his," Blimey ok miss angry I'm just investigating the possibilities here, give a kid a break, I say in my head,  "Ok Mum" I really say, poking the lump in the centre of the parcel again.....na got nothing I'm thinking.
I must point out my sister is three at this stage and the light of her daddies eye who is now with Santa smiling like a Cheshire Cat with my sister in his arms, accepting the present on her behalf, the little tike rips into it straight away... well that's girls for ya.....
"Now you can open them" Mother says and she didn't have to say that twice so she didn't.
Rip!!........OH that's what it was, how cool a Huckleberry Hound bendy rubbery toy (I say bendy, but the toy clearly had a thick wire skeleton that would soon wear through the deteriorating rubber in time, a health and safety nightmare that would never happen now as the wire would also snap and protrude from the constant bending, very sharp broken ends and kids don't mix) but that was later this was now and this was a cool toy. 

My elder brother had Mr. Jinks. the cat and my twin had Yogi Bear, Now your wondering what about the books, I'm getting there, the books turned out the be colouring and puzzle books which was also cool as it would give us something to do while the adults did their stuff... Ok which of you asked in your head "What did your sister get?" how do I know she's like ......a girl and it was probably some doll with a stupid bow. happy now? yeeesh..

The walk back to Gran and Grandads never took  long and the fire lit in the grate was a cheery welcome to us Arctic explorers,just back from the north pole, it felt toasty warm after the cold night air. we were all now gathered in the dinning room in the middle of the lower floors of Gran’s and there was a salad spread which we had to help ourselves to, ohhhh Yum, ham cheese lettuce be friends haha.. Oh and grandad made the best pickled Onions EVER!! so we all dipped into those... But Wait! there in the middle was another jar with what looked like tiny ears, to this day I wish I just stayed curious it was none other then a jar of pickled whelks, "go on try some it will put hairs on your chest" this was one of my Grandads’ sayings he always used like a I dare ya.. I opened the jar and forked out a Whelk... I didn't like the look of this fella but I had to prove I'm a Man....ok tiny man, so I pop it in my mouth and my mouth said "NO we don't want it".... but I couldn't spit it out I'd be murdered where I stood, so I held my nose and swallowed EWWW it was like a bitter tasting rubber slug Eww... bluaaaa I didn't like it and from that day on I refused to eat anything that even hinted at putting hairs on my chest.

We Kids all made our beds on the floor of one of Gran's bed rooms to await Christmas day.....and I tell you there must have been some real sneaky sneaks going on that night, apart from almost being killed in my bed by my brothers whelky farts, there was a sack with Santa heading down the Chimney printed on it at the end of all our beds, Oh what a lovely surprise that was, I had a small model of a motorbike and sidecar a cowboy gun a holster sketch pads and pencils it was all fantastic. there was also Apples Orange and Bananas, you may think that strange but my parents grew up in the Second World War and to them this fruit was the greatest gift of all.

By the way just before Christmas a new show Called Doctor Who started that November with a grumpy old grandad in, I thought this very interesting.....Just imagine you could go anywhere in time, I could go see the Romans who Built the walls round Southampton and ask them when were they going to finish..
Except for the whelks I loved Christmas 1963 ..Yea yea yea yeaaaaa. as the Beatles would say.

Monday, 16 July 2012

50 Days of Earl Grey.....Day 4

Oh she really wanted it this morning.....hard and nutty with a hint of ginger, so riffling through her draws once again Gabriel gripped the last of her Ginger Crunchy Granola Bars....
OH Yes she sighed as her  taste buds boogied with delight.

This Sunday morning was brighter with a gorgeous sunrise making misty ground hugging clouds lay between the trees and fields of Lower Piddle...
Joggers in teams of two or three ran as joggers do on such lovely mornings avoiding the puddles of the previous nights rain, Susan was running on her own down the winding path that lead to the tree lined bridleway, the smell after the rain was fabulous, she was thinking as she ran between tree and shrub and the suns bright beams danced over her her body like tree fairies at a disco. 
Back home Susan kicked off her trainers and headed for the shower discarding her top and shorts into the laundry basket on the top landing as she enter the bathroom and from the door way she threw her bra and pants into the basket like a professional basketball player, if throwing pants was a sporting event she would score a perfect 3 every time.
Now naked (as this is the best way to be in a shower I find) she turned on the water, adjusting it to as hot as she could bare the water cascaded down her athletic toned body, the Chocolate scented shower gel ran wave after soapy wave over her tanned skin, her hands working the sweet smelling gel into all her  curves and crevices (Blimey is it getting hot in here?) Oh God this feels fabulous after a good run, Susan said to herself with a satisfied sigh that comes from  such pleasures. (I'm no betting man but I bet it felt good too....the shower that is not Susan...not that Susan wouldn't feel lovely too you understand...naked...Gulp!!     OK  I need a shower now!!)  Susan towelled herself off, took the robe and wrapping it round her as she took the stairs down to the kitchen, where she switched on the kettle and picked up her book from where she left off, ten minutes later mug in hand she entered the lounge and sat in her comfy chair Earl Grey at her side, She loved her Sundays.....her time to relax, and the sun coming through the window into her mainly cream coloured lounge made it all the more lovely.

Brent was excited, today was going to be his date with the Gorgeous Gabby and he wanted it to be perfect, he spent some time Saturday looking for a after shave as he wanted to smell good.
He asked the girl at the counter, excuse me....but what would a woman like? which of these smell best ..."Oh it depends on what she likes"   not helpful Brent thought...Oh So there isn't one that really stands out to you? he asked again.   "well there is this one......It smells of dark chocolate..   (Hum I sense a theme here)   Oh really? Brent replied... and girls love chocolate right? he added..."oh defiantly I was sucking on one not five minutes ago"  Oh great said Brent how much?  "oh it was only a whisper"  NO....I mean how much for the After Shave... "oh haha silly me...it's £49.99" said the blond assistant, Blood and Sand Brent said in alarm, it's a very tiny bottle for 50 quid isn't it!! " it's the top of the range sir" (well that explains it)  OK he said I'll take it... (it's a strange thing that people don't want to look cheap and end up buying things  they wish they  had the sense to avoid).

Gabriel looked stunning in a green sparkling evening dress, that clung to her curves like a lovers caress. Wow you look stunning Gabby (told you) Brent said as he was greeted at the door... "oh thank you it's  just something I threw on" she chuckled (yes she threw it on several times after trying ten over dresses).
They reached the restaurant via Gabriel's yellow  Cleo as Brent had no car of his own,  Table for two Please Brent told the young Italian looking waiter, "right this way sir...would you like the table by the window?" That would be excellent thank you.. the waiter pulled a chair out for Gabriel and she sat with a Thank you... Brent sat opposite as he did at the Coffee bar.... Well here we are..he said " yes, isn't it lovely here" Gabriel said looking round the candle lite restaurant, it looked very romantic with cosy little nooks for lovers to spend a wonderful evening eating   Beautifully presented food.
The reason Brent picked this  Particular Restaurant was that it had Buffalo Steak with Buffalo Mozzarella, you don't get any fat on Buffalo meat he explained to Gabby "oh that sounds lovely" she said "I'll leave you to order then"
Brent ordered the Steaks which came on a heated flat stone that allowed the meat to sizzle away with the Mozzarella melting into the meat to add it's juices to the flavour, the still cooking food meant it was all the more inviting with it's thick cut chips with  skins, honeyed parsnips carrots and runner beans and a rich red wine sauce.  Gabby selected the red wine at Brent's request and she chose a cheeky little British wine called Pinot Noir 2010 from Bolney Wine Estate.

The favours bursting on to Gabriel's tongue made her want to squeal with delight....omg she thought this is just fantastic... Hum I'm loving this, she thought  and the juices  were so rich she swallowed them slowly and with great pleasure....
How is it? Brent said eyebrows raised, " Oh it absolutely Devine, I've never had Buffalo before, its wonderful"
The meal was indeed lovely and both enjoyed the evening and chatted about life and their dreams......no work talk.
Even the view looking over a large pond seemed to make the evening more magical as the bird life of the pond came and went, throughout the night.

I enjoyed this evening Brent, Gabby said, Brent was one step down a looking straight into her beautiful green eye's that seem all the more greener reflecting the green of the dress..
Oh ah I loved every minute Gabby, he said feeling like the luckiest man in Britain... I'll see you tomorrow and he took the next step to join her and kissed her cheek,  Gabriel felt her heart skip a beat for a second and turned her head to meet his lips.......when the kiss came her lips seemed to tingle like an electric current was passing from Brent to her and Brent felt it too........after a rather long and lingering kiss Gabriel unlocked the door looked into Brent's blue eyes, took his hand and pulled him inside.... he didn't resist.

(Why the lucky Baa,....... that would never of happened in my day, oh no,  you might be lucky and get a firm hand shake and a hearty goodbye..... Kids of today Eh? well I never.)

I need a steaming Earl Grey after that...... and I guess they will too, so lets leave them to it, shall we.

Chances are you've heard that a little alcohol - especially wine - is good for the heart and for health generally. Sorting out fact from wishful thinking isn't easy. We look at the facts and find a little wine is probably fine - just don't overdo it. http://www.bbcgoodfood.com/content/wellbeing/features/wine-health/1/

Thursday, 12 July 2012

50 Days of Earl Grey...Day Three

As Saturdays go this one was a very wet and windy one….

And this particular Saturday evening saw Victoria and Phillip doing a little late night shopping, Vicky fancied something fruity and plucked two plums off the shelf….Oh darling grab a banana for me would you… I’ll have it for Lunch Monday. Phillip called from the cheese counter; he was sampling some goat’s cheese. Hum... Vicky come try this Drunken Goat… (This is a Spanish cheese from ….ah Spain) he still chuckled at the Tetilla   Cheese which translates as teat….

He pointed to the Drunken Goat which was resting between the Stinking Bishop and a large slice of Hooligan.  Well if you like it get 220 grams Vicky called back as she tossed the banana into the basket…

Phil sat in the cream leather chair in the lounge while Vicky sorted the shopping on the table as she did so she dropped a plum that rolled it's wobbly path past her legs she bent half turning to retrieve her plum when she felt Phillip stood behind her “Oh Really Phillip those sorts of shenanigans are for Sunday night!!” she turned to chastise him more and saw she had backed onto the Banana half hanging from the table…Oh well that explains it, I thought he felt unusually frisky, she said to herself.

You have to discipline yourself that’s the secret of exercise it’s not meant to be a punishment for the body it’s a benefit.. Well that’s what Brent was telling himself as the stooped to do some press up’s …..Oh stuff it I’ll have marmite on toast instead and on that enlightened brain wave he headed to the kitchen. Two slices of granary bread later Brent sat watching the news.. As he watched he thought of Gabby and her fabulous curly body… Oh Gabby, Gabby, Gabby he said in his head as his tongue savored the marmity toast…. And because she said he had bought some Earl Grey, he was now streaming from his crouch as he had nowhere else to rest the mug of tea.

She could feel it pounding and pounding….at this rate she was never going to get any sleep…. Bloody thunder she murmured this was the second time she had woken in the night, the first time she woke herself by shouting “Don’t spank the Monkey in the hallway!”  Oh good lord, she said, she had been watching Rise of the Planet of the Apes in the evening and it seems to have followed her to bed.

Gabriel sighed and rolled over wrapping the duvet tighter round her….

 Steven could believe the size of it…. Susan said she had one, but that was huge, he looked round at her frowning “You couldn’t possibly …?” he was saying as she cut him of with “Not in one go No”  “ Blimey” he said amazed and she placed it between her ample …supply of oranges in the glass bowl centrally positioned atop  her dark oak coffee table.

“So I imagine you take it a piece at a time?”   “Well yea!!” she said adding “haven’t you had Toblerone before?”….”Not that big no… that would last me a week or more”. …Well Susan said “I did say I couldn't eat a whole one at once… your Earl Grey is getting cold by the way” … “Oh  Yes, I was  feeling your Muffins, they are very firm aren't they”  “I made them fresh today, thank you for noticing,  help your self!”  Steve went straight to the white iced beauty with the cherry on top “Oh this is scrummy I love the way it feels on my tongue and something steamy to go with it is a heavenly treat” Well Thank you Susan said as she held the dark chocolate Toblerone to her lips and slid it into her mouth up to the second segment… with it held in both her hands Steven fought not to spit out the mouthful of tea, he’d just taken.

Wednesday, 11 July 2012

50 Days of Earl Grey….. Day two

Well Hello again readers …..here  I was going to add a plot change, but the characters of this little folly had something good to watch on TV… some random Shakespeare thingy… they are such lovey's …

Well that just leaves us ….ecthum .. (Awkward)  well ..crazy weather we’re having (OMG)  very eh very wet…. And Sunny!….but mainly wet (think of something you’re looking desperate ) very wet indeed….

Brent rode up Mount pleasant street (thank god) turning left he saw Gabby sat by the window  in Costa Fortune a new and surprising honest Coffee shop in Lower Piddle High Street.

The door sent out a ring as soon as Brent entered .. Hello Sir! How can I help you today…. It’s all very expensive and I don’t recommend  the muffins as they are way over priced ( like I said a surprisingly honest shop)

Well ..hum let me see, I’ll have an Earl Grey please…. Are you sure sir! .. yes very sure thank you, and how would you like it Sir!... well in a cup if possible… and Brent flushed red as his humour hit the straight face assistant.  Ecthum…he cleared his throat. I’ll have a medium black like I like my coffee…haha (tumble weed moment)

Very well sir if you’d like to take a seat I’ll bring it right over,  Brent paid and walked over to Gabby’s table, may I join you Gabby ? she looked up with a look of alarm as he’d just woke her from her day dream of swimming in chocolate, Oh Brent.. sorry yes, I was miles away then.. Oh mind the mess I just had a Muffin and it was rather crumbly.. Brent took the seat opposite and brushed off a few crumbs, he wondered how she managed to get the crumbs to travel so far, she must have really bit into it with vigour…. It’s at this point I’d normally Procrastinate just to add a long word into the story, but alas I can’t think of one.

Thank  you for the Tea yesterday, ah oh look see I took your advice I have a Earl Grey on the way,  Oh lovely, she replied, glad I could help, he watched the speckles as she spoke the crumbs on her chin were a bit distracting, she seemed to sense what he was looking at and wiped her face quickly.. Oh SORRY! How embarrassing.. her lips with the cherry red lip stick looked so kissable, Oh ah oh I didn’t notice he lied..

Not five miles away….what? …pardon? Well I’m not going to walk it am I. it’s a story.. ok wait there ( Author gets into his car and drives not five miles away)

Exactly 4.78 miles away (happy now are we?) Susan longed for some excitement, the touch, the feel, yes she wanted Cake! But the choices were so damned tempting she wanted them all. You can lemon drizzle me anytime baby, she thought as she eyed the waiter, in his skin tight black trousers.. would the lady like to order? (hell yea) she thought ( you on this table right now!, just move the pepper shaker that would be a painful accident waiting to happen) I’d like the cherry pie Hot, with Vanilla Cream, and you if you’re not busy ….(holy cow did she just say that out loud?) if your not busy serving others can bring me an Earl Gray too. (good save)

Thank you madam I’ll bring it right over…

The Earl Grey now sat in front of Brent.. dark…….. and ……Hot! 

Gabby ?..hum, are you seeing anyone at the moment? … Well the Doctor said if I keep taking the eye drops my sight will improve soon she chuckled…Brent did the I better laugh because she’s gorgeous and funny… Ha ha ..

No what I mean is I’d like to take you. out……maybe to dinner or something..
Gabriel looked at Brent as she sucked hard on the lemon that came with her Tea.
Oh well I’m free Sunday but on Monday you have to pay…..she chuckled to herself again (god he will think I’m an idiot) she thought.

Sunday it is then .. say 7 ish….. ok that sounds fine.

Brent gulped down his tea (bloody hell that’s hot) wiped a tear before she noticed and said well I have to get going Greg is meeting me at the Gym , Gabriel knew Greg a rather tubby man in his late 40’s ….. Well lovely chatting and I’ll see you Sunday.

She watched him mounting his bike…his perfect buttocks on the saddle Wow she thought ….nice buns she also chuckled at the word BUT TOCKS now sat firmly in her brain, just like Brent the day before.

And it was nice Buns Patricia  was tucking into… the jam filling sliding deliciously over her tongue and down her throat.. her heart was racing….it was the sugar rush and she was onboard Choo Choo… she took her cup of Earl Grey slowly not wanting to rush, she wanted to savour every lovely moment..

Hello Greg.. Where the bloody hell have you been? I’ve stood here like a lemon for half an hour man… Greg said , Oh I bumped into Gabby… You’d like to Bump into Gabby more like and often, Greg gave that all knowing look at Brent… Oh shut up, Brent added she’s lovely, Oh I don’t doubt it me old mate but look she’s coming between us already. Greg said pouting his lips.. Brent patted Greg’s cheek, in a mock slapping, shut it you.. The guys played tennis every Friday night.. so new balls please.

Tuesday, 10 July 2012

A spoof of 50 Shades... 50 days of Earl Grey.

50 Days of Earl Grey

Brent rolled on his back sighed and stared at the ceiling, 'Oh my good grief,' he said as he realised watching all episodes of  Doctor Who season 6 back to back was a bad idea for a Sunday Evening.
He turned to see the flashing warning from the alarm clock. 'damn now I have to rush....'
He leapt out of bed naked except for the clothes he was wearing... turning the shower on to full flood to wake his still sleeping mind and body.. The water hit his body like a wave, not the sort of wave you give to friends across the street, no this was more like a wave from a stormy sea.

Dressing quickly in blue floral Cotton shirt with the last two buttons undone, navy blue flannel trousers blue socks and his dark brown shoes, he reached into the wardrobe one last time to grab is brown linen jacket.
Dashing through the kitchen, no time for anything now he took what he could find to eat later and shoved them into his jacket pocket.
The buzzing of the garage door met him as he past through the front door.. there she was gleaming in the shadows of the garage Red and inviting, he took her from behind and backed her out of the garage doors into the waiting sunlight.
Brent spent £2000 on this little beauty and riding her was always a pleasure, the posture sprung mountain bike was his pride and joy....and he rode her hard.
He was in the lift when Gabriel tripped on the slightly raised lip of the lift floor and she fell into him, 'OH MY GOD' she thought as she felt something hard pressing into her hip, it can't be she thought, not this time of the morning!! moving away embarrassed she gushed out a Sorry to Brent who was still smiling at her, he really fancied Gabby as he called her but she never took any interest in him at all, 'Oh it's fine,' he beamed at her.. she tried not to stare at the bulge that had so recently pressed against her, but her mind was now conjuring up all kinds of things and she knew what she would do with it, if she had it in her hands...
She had to ask..'Ah is that a Crunchy Granola Bar in your pocket?'  'Yes ...yes it is,' Brent replied.... 'I never had time for breakfast this morning so I was thinking of having it with my coffee...' 'COFFEE?' She said, 'oh my poor darling  Earl Grey is what you need on a morning rush like that.. I'm having one myself would you like me to bring you one.' 
'Oh that would be lovely' Brent said taken by surprise by the kind offer from the gorgeous Gabby, in her tight fitting green dress..
She imagined it now rolling on her tongue .would he have a spicy one, or would he play it safe and go with the Maple and Almond..she was now craving the nutty taste in her mouth, She knew she had some ginger bars in a safe place.
Earlier that Morning Gabriel had stopped at one of the many new Coffee bars that now lined the high street.. she had to have it there and then, hot and dark, the lip of the cup to her lips, she knew she was going to have to take it standing up, as all the comfy chairs were taken, her first Earl Gray of the day sent a quiver down her body as it travelled down her throat.

Leaving Brent in the lift as he headed for the third floor, Gabriel could hardly contain her wanton desire for more Earl Grey... she raced to the canteen switching on the silver kettle by the microwave.. 'damn,' she hissed as she noticed a wisp of steam that taunted her the water was ready but it wasn't ready because it needed filling.
Now full enough for two cups she switch the kettle on again, satisfied she rushed to her desk.... she was to excited to think straight and pulled her draws open, she knew her ginger bars were in the left hand draw but having remembered a half eaten dime bar in the right she took both and walked back to the canteen, while she walked she finished off the dime bar by taking it into her mouth in one, she bit down and delightful shards of caramel mixed with the Delicious chocolate. she moaned as the sweet taste filled her mouth..
Back in the Kitchen Gabriel placed a bag with its string hanging over the edge of each cup and poured the hot liquid.. The string on each cup pulled tight as the bags bulged in the hot water, Gabriel was about to start tugging on each bag when her Mothers voice warned....'never rush it dear its better to wait five minutes to bring out the flavour..'
Five minutes passed like ......well five minutes, and she threw the depleted tiny sacks into the bin.
She liked it hot....but this was too hot, she still pressed the cup to her lips and the tongue licked the rim..oh yes way to hot.
Brent watched Gabby as her well rounded bottom pushed the glass doors open.... he laughed to himself as he always did when he heard the word buttocks...... 'BUT TOCKS' is how it sounded in his crazy brain, Brent was full of more voices then Paddington Station on a Tuesday afternoon.
One voice was now saying in slow motion as Gabby backed in through the doors....'Ohhhh Yeeaaaaaaa...'
'Here you go one Earl Grey,' 'Thank you Gabby, that's so kind of you.' he said trying but not succeeding to look at her breasts while she leaned over to place his cup... 'Wow' he mumbled, 'that looks good,' and hoping she realised  he meant the Tea.
'Yes it is good isn't it, you should quit coffee and drink more Earl Grey if you want... ( and in her head she said... that tight ripped body of yours) to stay healthy..'
She watch as he raised the cup to his soft full lips.. 'Humm lovely,  very aah.. very tasty Gabby.'  
'Think nothing of it' she said turning and Brent took in  the curves of her body and let out his second Sigh of the day.

Victoria couldn't resist it any more she had to feel his package, hoping to feel the rounded ridges  at her finger tips. she wanted to feel Jammie dodgers... in her disappointment she screamed out at Phillip in the kitchen ...'Bloody Bourbons, I hate Bourbons with that stupid white layer of whatever!!'
'Oh sorry darling,' Phil shouted back, 'I can't hear you the kettle is boiling.. help yourself to a biscuit I wont me long..' 'Your never LONG.' she shouted back..
She had been looking forward to a mouthful of Jammie Dodger... where her tongue could explore the ring of it's Jammie centre.
'Oh by the way,' Phil said as he walked into the room with a tray, 'I forgot you prefer Jammie Dodgers so I've put some around your saucer,'
'Oh lovely,' she cooed , 'your so thoughtful, I love that about you, you always make sure I'm satisfied...'
'OH, yes of course my Dear I'd feel awful if I let you down.' She looked up at his handsome face, 'Shall we forget the tea and just have sex instead?'
'Very well darling if that's what you want?'
'Don't be ridiculous you fool, I was joking give me my Earl Grey I want it while it's full and rich.'
Phil sat down beside Vicky... she was beautiful, 'I think your right it is better when its hot.' 
He lifted a hand to touch her face, then wiped a crumb of Jammie biscuit away, Vicky had taken it in almost whole. Her cheeks were full like a squirrel with it's nuts, but the look of Ecstasy was there for all to see.

more information on Earl Grey for you..

A blend of Indian and Ceylon teas, Earl Grey tea is infused with the flavor of bergamot, a small citrus fruit from Asia now cultivated in Italy. The health benefits of bergamot have been documented for centuries. Many of these benefits can be attributed to bergamot's antioxidants. Antioxidants attack free radicals, which have damaging effects that age the body. In this way the antioxidants in Earl Grey tea help your body stay young and healthy, fight off infection and keep illness at bay. That's why Earl Grey tea is recommended for patients with cold or flu, who often need to boost their immunity. Earl Grey tea is also used to reduce the temperature of patients who have a fever.

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Wednesday, 4 April 2012

A step back in time.

A step back in time.
This banksy looks exactly like me as a Kid

Well this will be a slice of the 60's taken from those little memory nuggets stored in the back of my mind, where it sleeps, yes, till I wish to remember them.

"Oh yes, I can when I want to. And that's the point, really. I have to really want to, to bring them back in front of my eyes. The rest of the time they... they sleep in my mind and I forget. And so will you. Oh yes, you will. You'll find there's so much else to think about. To remember. Our lives are different to anybody Else's. That's the exciting thing, that nobody in the universe can do what we're doing."
:Patrick Troughton.
We of the Baby Boomer breed seemed to have more freedom to wander as children, and we could venture out alone.

My Elder brother had a Trike!..."Really!"... Shh! he'll hear you.
It was a beauty, red with yellow handles and seat, it taunted me to ride it....oh yes it did.
OK so I'm 3 3/4's and forbidden to ride the for mentioned trike.
But my brother is at school.... hmm, now this is my opportunity to make a break for the hills.
So tip toe little me... and unlock the garden gate, up the path to the second gate leading to the alley separating one row of four houses from another, then I am out! I'm on that bike and I'm peddling... The G forces on my face lifted at least two hairs on my head out of place, 'This is awesome!' The exit between the garden walls is rushing towards me at an incredible 1/8 a mile per hour... I hit the small step onto the concrete path heading for the asphalt path that circles the homes built in rectangles, turning left now I'm going down hill....... Brakes? Brakes!! not a clue, what's a brake ?...
The end of the row is coming up fast and I need to turn left, so I can take the path at the front of these council homes.
I make the turn...who knew three wheels could become two! But armed with pure ignorance I keep the bike on the path... 'Wow' this is fun isn't it? I say in my head, but no one answers, we're too busy having fun!... And then it happens!... 'what was that??' I feel it again, so I stop peddling, because something is tickling my face, 'hmm what is it..?' I touch my forehead and it's wet! 'what ?' Where did that come from?
As I run my hand over my face a bead of water runs down my hand... Crumbs this is awkward I seem to be malfunctioning in some way...
With a sense of urgency now I start peddling again passing the last of the four houses, I turn left again and head up hill...'Cor blimey!' this isn't easy...
I dismount and run with the trike the rest of the way untill I turn left yet again and head back into the alley... to gate one... gate two...
"MUM!! ...MUMMY!!" I bang my tiny fist on the back door... I'm better off shouting because no one but a dog sleeping against the door would hear that! "MUMMMMMMMMMMM!"
The door opens and this giant is now looking down on me, "What have you been up to now?.... have you been riding your brothers bike?" "ahhh humm," looking back at the bike I return my gaze to my mother's smiling face.. "Mum I've broken my head, it's leaking!"
"I'm leaking! my head is leaking... look!"
I point to the water running down my face... and Mum starts chuckling, "Your not leaking, you're sweating!!"
"Oh NO! is that more bad then leaking?" I ask, in me best child English init...
"No ( chuckle, chuckle) it means your hot! people sweat when they get hot!..."
"Really?" I ask...
Well where did the water come from? it had to come from somewhere? I don't understand this sweating thing at ALL!...
OK so I'm not going to die through leakage so I fess up to riding the bike.
"That will teach you," Mother says... "Come in you better have some water."
Ahhh... very shrewd this is a sneaky ways to replace my empty head tank... I'm thinking.
No one appeared to have money to waste, forget the bright and Fab! colours you see in films depicting the age.
Only the well off could afford to follow such trends, Oh no the main colours worn by the majority would be blue, brown, beige or grey, these clothes are also more likely to be hand me downs from a jumble sale (think boot sale indoors without the cars)
Because of this hardly anyone housed on a council estate owned a car... How great would that be today? you can barely park anywhere these days.
But back then, the roads surrounding our homes only had one car to seen, and this belonged to Mr Bishop, he's in his late 50's to early 60's at this time and he sells insurance, and as fate will have it, yesterday I came across a car not just the same make but the very same colour...

As the roads are so clear we often played tennis in the road using the curbs and the concrete joints to mark our court... This estate had generous green areas too, where if we wished we could play football, which nearly all the kids did play, you could end up with over 20 a side, sometimes even the adults wanted to join in these games, so we would have two kids for every adult... there was a clever and simple answer to every activity in those playful days...

The streets would be full of kids, playing all kinds of games ... the only limit was your imagination... you could be the 300 Spartans out numbered but defiant! or Cowboys and Indians... Soldiers from any war you could think of.

The woods were also a place of adventure, where you could clime trees, swing, or build your own den in the bushes by tying the branches together in a A frame, this made a comfy den where the entrance arched like a church, off cuts of Lino or carpet lined the floor... To a child it was the best play house ever!! and built by your own fair hands.
These skills are lost on the computer generation... unless there are still children out there looking for adventure that is, and not something that can only be satisfied by a hand held console.

I mentioned swings, and some of the braver lads hung these from the high branches of a tree... with a short branch tied at the other end as a seat,
These self made swings would be guarded by the older kids who made them, so to play on it you had to ask for permission or wait untill they had gone... You could use this swing by climbing with the swing, then swing out from the tree or hold the branch that was acting as a seat and run out in a circle till your feet left the ground, the faster you ran the further you swung out. This was the method I was using now aged between 5 and 6...

For some reason no one else was on the swing... so I played for hours, the main aim was to be off the ground for as long as possible, so you could make believe you're flying, when coming back towards the ground you'd tuck up your legs and place them down at the very last second.

Once I left it to late, so I hit the ground on my knees, but brushing myself down I set out again on the wide circular run...
I don't know how long it was before I noticed the tickling trickle on my right leg but looking down I saw my knee was bleeding, and the once white socks I wore, one was now a vibrant red! soaked in my blood.

We all wore shorts in those days too, my Parents would never think of buying long trousers for a child...

'Well I better head home then,' I thought, I don't recall any pain, only that tickle, by the time I reached for the front door I realised my Mother was going to go ballistic!...
I had ruined my socks!... So I tried to cry... not easy when you don't feel it, so it was more of a pathetic sob then a cry but thinking my Mother wouldn't hit me if I was upset I continued this subterfuge and knocked... The door opened, looking at me, Mum said "What have you done this time?.... get in quick."

She took me into the Kitchen which, in the 60's was the main living area anyway, the living room was for special occasions only and hardly used, this changed in the latter part of 63' following the purchase of the first record player I'd ever seen...

'She loves You' by the Beatles was played over and over... very high tech... but wait why are you reading this! While I'm sat bleeding in the kitchen? you really need to get your priorities straight...

So there I am sitting in the kitchen having my knee washed, Are you with me now?... Good we can move on.

"Oh this looks bad!" My mother informs me as she wipes at the damage.. By now I'm half sleepy... after running round for hours... I was in need of a nap, but this announcement from my Mother now has my full attention believe you me...
"What Mum?"
"You have a really deep cut in your knee, I think we better go to the doctors."
'Woaaw' Wait a minute, this can't be! it didn't even hurt!... but with a handkerchief wrapped round the knee, purely for hygienic reasons as it had no bogie's, off we trot to the doctors...
Crumbs! could this day get any worse?... No one likes going to the doctors, they tend to use you for darts practise...
"I'm afraid your son will need stitches."
'WOAAH' My hands immediately wrap round my knee to protect it... "NO! it just needs a plaster," I plead... rather panicked.
This doctor is obviously a complete loony... "OK thank you Doc ... Mum can we go get a plaster now?"

"No young man, you will need stitches the wound is far to deep for plasters" the doctor insists .... isn't it funny how quick fake tears turn in to real ones.... "NO Mum!.....NO!"

Anyway a bus ride to the hospital later... (some emergency this is)
I'm waiting for a nurse to look at my knee... and on arrival she tricked me with the equivalent of someone shouting "look ...a cat!" to a dog... and as I look away, she puts a needle the size of a bike pump to my threatened mind into my knee....... "Ahhhwwwa that bloody hurt!" I bellow.

I should point out at this stage that it was seen as very rude to say 'bloody' back then, and for a nearly six year old all eyes fell on a blushing Mother...
"The Things they learn at school" she proclaimed, trying to looked shocked, and I knew as soon as we got out I'd get a thick ear... (a term for a whack round the head..)
I never got a thick ear, but I did get an ear bashing.
"You never swear again is that clear! You really embarrassed me then."
"Sorry Mum" I mutter, still in pain from needle and stitches...

So here's me three stitches the heavier and it throbs like the red hot pokers of hell, as we walk to the nearest Bus Stop.
That journey home was a long and painful ride and tears of pain ran down my cheeks...

 I never slept a wink that night the pain was much to great for that... As a new day dawned I was too tired to care and spent the day in a daze...
At school I was a Hero, everyone wanted to see the stitches... which is probably the reason the wound was infected by the time the stitched were eventually removed, and this horrible green puss oozed out... and the wound was cleaned, using cotton buds soaked in what looked and smelt like diluted dettol, my leg was rebandaged and a tetanus jab was included for good measure, my day in hospital was done...

Well the price of freedom doesn't come cheap, going out unsupervised in the 60's could lead to a injury or three... But would I trade those days for safety? Not on your Nelly ......... NO WAY!

Monday, 12 March 2012

A Story of Doctor Who, My Memories by @BestDrWho

I remember 1963 for two things, one being the first time I encountered deep snow, playing outside this was wonderful stuff for a scruffy six year old kid living in the early council estates built in the late 1950’s, I still have a clear image in my mind of looking down at my feet and only seeing snow up to my knees, my friends and I even found the pond formed by a bubbling spring in the woods had frozen solid, so skating, probably more on our backsides than legs was to be enjoyed by all.

The second and most important thing for you readers was the first episode of Doctor Who, William Hartnell was like my Grandfather, thin and grumpy haha, so I already related to him as a grandfather figure, this was brilliant stuff too, a time travelling grumpy grandad, who you just knew would tell you, you’re not chewing your food forty times before swallowing.

The opening scene was like Dixon of Dock Green (Google it) with a policeman and his flashlight (these were also alien communicators to a six year old, but you had to hold it under your chin and talk in a deep spooky voice) the policeman seems to be checking everything is locked up and the name of the junkyard is lit up, 76 Totter’s Lane. Are you excited yet? You just knew something was going to happen in that yard, but what?

It does all fade a bit with time but I remember Susan being followed by two of her curious and worried teachers, she goes into the junkyard and they are not far behind. Police Boxes used to be a common sight in those days, so to see someone go inside wasn't all that strange, but this one buzzed and vibrated from the inside.

The rest is history as far as An Unearthly Child goes, so I wont bore you with the details, we talked about the programme at school and imagined how brilliant it would be to go back in time and see a Dinosaur or be a Cowboy, bang bang, you're dead, if you didn't play dead when you were banged at, you were a dirty little cheater.

My favourite time for Doctor Who for me was the regeneration of the Doctor, although I think they called it renewal back then, Patrick Troughton was now the Doctor and he was Brilliant. I’m now nine years old and very impressed, he was mischievous, funny , witty and clever, and a childish sense of wonder at all things new (Matt Smith has taken this aspect of Pat’s Doctor) an Uncle you wish you had, because you knew he’d give you a jelly baby even if you’d been naughty and had a sweetie ban slapped down on you to put you straight, My Great Grandmother was like that, she loved me and would give me a Jaffa cake even though I was in the dog house.

So again I could relate to this Doctor, when Jamie joined the crew things really took off, Frazer Hines and Patrick Troughton were a perfect combination, I was too young to appreciate Zoe’s assets and contribution to the crew because she was a girl errhhh.

I couldn’t bear to watch Patrick’s Doctor die, or in his case change his features so I never watched The War Games right to the end. I never saw the change, I didn’t like Jon Pertwee’s Doctor mainly because he wasn’t Pat, I do appreciate his portrayal now that I’m older, the BBC also ruined it for me by making Jon’s Doctor time locked on Earth so they could save budget on set designs. So he was more like Quatermass to me, that put aside I know Jon did a lot for the programme and headed the way to Doctor Who conventions.

My favourite episode of Jon’s era was of course The Three Doctors to see Billy and Pat back was just pure joy to me , now a teenager it was like Christmas and Birthdays had joined for one great show, it’s this episode where Pat says for the first time: ”I can see you've been doing the TARDIS up a bit, I don't like it.” Jon Pertwee was very much his own Doctor.

Tom Baker was a wonderful and funny Doctor, just like Pat. He even stole Pat’s Jelly Babies, an idea he’s often given credit for, really every Doctor that followed Jon seemed to take on some aspect of Pat’s performance, let’s face it if it wasn’t for Patrick Troughton, being accepted as the Doctor, the programme would have stopped with him, so he has more than earnt the right to be the Best Doctor of them all.

I enjoyed Peter Davison’s Doctor also, he had that venerable Doctor who cared for others more than his own life, Peter’s Doctor was also joined by a companion who's assets I was now old enough to appreciate even though she was a girl., as I’m now in my early twenties. There used to be a group called Yello in the 80’s and when I first saw Peri that dat dat OHHHH Yeaaaa song was in my head. The Five Doctors was the best episode for what should be obvious reasons.

Colin Baker was another Doctor I liked, he had a darker, untrustworthy Doctor going on, unlike Pat.
The Two Doctor’s was the highlight because my favourite Doctor and companion combo were back, and fully in the driving seat. Patrick would steal every scene he played in The Two Doctors, The Three Doctors and even The Five Doctors.
Sylvester McCoy’s Doctor at the time I didn’t like, I never liked the Doctor being called Professor by Ace, another character I never took to at all, for me at the time McCoy’s tenure was the Death Knell to the series and Doctor Who was no more. (I know this will be a controversial view as most fans in their thirties grew up with McCoy’s Doctor.)

It's now 1996 and I thought Wow the Doctor is back, I’m now coming up to forty, and a fantastic actor, Paul McGann was going to play the Doctor, but due to America’s none acceptance of the show it died an early death, I feel he would have gone on to be one of the all time greats in Who History.

The rest you all know, 2005 saw the return with a cocky Doctor played by Christopher Eccleston. I liked Chris a lot, but when he left early I wasn’t surprised. So enter David Tennant and the fun loving Doctor is back taking on the talking to himself side of Patrick, and that sense of wonder. Tennant was my daughters Doctor, she absolutely loves David Tennant, and yes he was a great Doctor, but this is now the era where lovey dovey Doctor rules. There was no time for kissing in Pat’s day, there were monsters to stop. I do think David’s regeneration went on far too long, again lovey dovey diey Doctor.

Matt Smith is the Doctor and I rate him close to Pat, but if they shared a scene it would be Pat your attention would go to, I’m not a big fan of some of the stories and I’ve said as much on twitter, this again upsets people but I go back a long way into the show, so I see it from a different perspective to the new fans. If the writing was made more for the fight against all evil in the universe rather then the internal anguish of the Doctor, the Doctor could be amazing under Matt. But to me the stories have become all about relationships of the characters and the monsters have little air time.

Let me also add that some other character’s have helped this show last in the mind, the Brigadier
(Nicholas Courtney) and Sergeant Benton, (John Levene, who was the first person I met in Newcastle, and remarked how well I dressed in my Replay tweed jacket) and one I met in the Lanes in Brighton, when in my twenties but too polite to bother her while she was shopping was Sarah Jane Smith (Elisabeth Sladen) fine fellows all of them.

Well these are my views and I’m being honest about how I see the show. I think Matt will be remembered as one of the all time Greats, after the Greatest of them all Patrick Troughton.

I thank anyone who has managed to read the rambling of the person now referred to as Besty.

Written by @BestDrWho