Sunday, 11 October 2009

Call me Norm

Back from rainy Scotchland. My place card at the wedding made me wonder just how many members of my family read this weblog:







Hello, family members!


(I have covered my surname with a Gogo to preserve some shred of anonymity, because, like, I am so protective of my private life, hem hem)


This also means I cannot tell you about my hideous wedding faux pas. If you really really want to know and can prove you aren't related to me, email with your family tree and I'll tell you.


Observations:


1. It's odd to see them en masse, that side of the family. It's like seeing small pieces of my mother spread around various bodies; small dark women were everywhere, giving me agonising double takes. Sitting behind the mother of the bride at the ceremony, her hair and neck and ears looked so like her I almost wanted to reach out and give her a stroke, but then Fingers got himself entwined in a length of purple taffeta and one of my hold ups fell down, and the moment passed, thankfully.


2. Also, going to a beautiful, moving wedding full of hope and optimism when Things are as they are, four days before I take possession of the new house, was not the most sensible thing I could have done, either emotionally or administratively. I don't regret it though. Perhaps the maddeningly obtuse guy at Burger King in Glasgow Central Station does.


3. My children are totally, irretrievably French. I have never seen two children dance quite so seriously. They do whole body French dancing. I was torn between grudging respect and mortification.


4. I wore this dress and hoped noone would notice the magic eye motif. Is this remotely plausible? If the answer is no, lie to me. Remember, Scottish wedding, well stocked bar, many many glitteringly feathered outfits. Man, they dress up. I wish someone had warned me. Not that anything in the Shroud Collection could possibly have looked right, but I could at least have dipped myself in glitter, or worn a bit better make up. As it was, the Magic Eye dress was grubby and crumpled from a trip on Michael O'Leary's magical mystery tour, as was I, and the spawn were similarly coated in a mixture of sugar and ketchup. We looked like the gypsy entertainment but without the, uh, entertainment.


5. I need your help with this one. My sister, the Space Cadette, tried to convince me that people in Britain are now all keeping chickens in their back gardens as an accepted mainstream activity. She's wrong, isn't she? It's because she lives with trustafarian freegan hippies, right?

6. This is utterly disjointed because we had to get up at half past five. We were staying somewhere so primitive it did not appear to have telephones. The wake up call was a whey faced fourteen year old knocking on our door. On top of that, I was sharing a bed with Lashes, who turns into a giant heated elbow at night. I do hope to become more coherent soon, but I will spend most of the week tackling my vomitous phobia of the bank and the telephone so posting may be of the fuckfuckfuckpanicfuck variety.

33 comments:

Julia Ball said...

OMG I know EXACTLY what you mean by a giant heated elbow!

and NEVER EVER trust ANYONE called Julia LOL the nearest I get to a chicken is the carcass that I buy from the local butchers hehe

Grit said...

i want to know your wedding faux pax.

i cannot be related to you. You look like elegant and slender. i look like a troll. and i once wore black to a wedding. it has haunted me ever since. now tell. you know you want to.

Indigo said...

'Tis true about the chicken thing. www.practicalpoultry.com. Please don't mock too harshly in public, I work on it!

Liberty London Girl said...

I hate to say it, but yes to chickens. Several of my oh so kerazy London friends have chickens.

LLGxx

Iheartfashion said...

I don't know about England but it's quite trendy to keep backyard chickens here in the States.

monk said...

I wore black to the last wedding I went to. I tried to jazz things up with a scarf, but I just looked like an austere Christmas present.

Can we have a house-warming please? I imagine that to be pretty high on the list of things you can't wait to do, just under have your eyes out with sharpened waffles

Jaywalker said...

I am appalled to learn that my sister has not been smoking the carpet and chickens are in fact 'in'. Hmph. Indigo, I wouldn't dream of mocking, I'm just chastened to have missed out on a whole cultural phenomenon.

Grit - Email only.

Monk - Yes, we bloody will have a housewarming party. Bring your friends, hem hem you know wot I mean.

Jaywalker said...

That last comment sounded drug related or perverted, it wasn't supposed to be either, I am just veh veh tard. Monk doesn't have dodgy friends.

Julia Ball said...

Perhaps keeping poultry is a la mode in the wild wild metropolis, but here in the home counties, we leave poultry and the like to the farmers ! :-)

redfox said...

I really *want* to keep chickens. Hens only, please. There is a thing called an Eglu that makes it all seem strangely plausible. However, we have no garden at all, so no chickens for now. Indoor chickens would definitely be a step too far.

Jaywalker said...

Redfox - I am going to get shouty here, but YOU ARE HAVING A BABY. Please, in the name of baby nathan, do not get chickens too. One of my cousins kept a bantam cock in a bungalow. It was not a success.

Z said...

I have no family tree except a sister, who is childless, and my own children. Sadly, you are not one of them. My parents were both only children. However, save the faux pas story until I meet you, we're slightly drunk and you can genuinely laugh about it.
1. A couple of years ago on the train, I saw a woman who looked exactly like my mother. Not her face, but her back view, her profile, and the type of clothes she wore. After the first start, it made me feel quite comforted.
2. An end does not mean a failure. Hope is always to be celebrated.
3. Hm. Bless.
4. I like it. Actually, I rather want it if you've gone off it a bit. I know you're slimmer than I am, but if it's a size 10, I'm your woman. If you're a size 8, I can get there in another 6 months. If you're smaller - look, I had 34" hips when I was your age. I can't do it again.
5. Chickens are a bit last year, the latest thing is beekeeping. We have both bantams and beehives, of course.
6. Oh blimey, I remember those elbows. Actually, they were my husband's. At 4 o'clock this morning.

Z said...

Fuck me, my comment is way longer than anyone else's. I do apologise. I evidently have time on my hands.

Anonymous said...

I just wanted to point out that I have seen Z say 'fuck' twice now. I didn't think she was that kind of lady.
Yours,
Shocked of Ixelles

fountain pen sue said...

Yes, chickens and Eglus are the latest thing, I did contemplate but was told under no circumstances was I to bring livestock into the house. We have enough trouble with the two dogs. Also, rehoming battery hens is very now, but you have to knit chicken jumpers to keep them warm. There's a waiting list for the battery hens. Family things like weddings scare me half to death which is probably why I got married in a pair of leather trousers with two friends for witnesses and their two kids, one was dressed rather sweetly as a fairy. It didn't bode well really, did it?

Z said...

Oh, Shocked of Ixelles, I am truly abashed. I don't quite know what to say.

Metropolitan Mum said...

The French whole body dance? Are we talking Tecktonik? Oh Emma, I am feeling so sorry for you. Although that must have been hilarious for all the other wedding guest. You can still send them over to boarding school though. And yes, they will learn how to raise their own chicken, I am afraid.

redfox said...

Point taken! We can just call the baby "chicken" and go on buying eggs from the farmers. And never ever would I want to live with a bantam cock, baby or no, bungalow or mansion, I must say.

My WV is the least wordlike I've ever seen -- dyqvfgcb.

monk said...

You didn't sound perverted; more like you'd stepped onto the set of a Carry On film for a moment.

I think experience shows my friends are unpredictable to say the least, so let's play that one by ear...

Jaywalker said...

Z - I bought it about a month post partum and breastfeeding, so it's actually a roomy 12. You're already too wee for it!

Fountainpensue - you can't stroke a chicken's furry peanuts can you? Because it doesn't have any. And feathery peanuts is just weird.

MM - Yeah, that. Might have to consider sending them to Ampleforth or similar to learn indie foot gazing shuffle.

Redfox - you will thank me later. Actually you probably won't, get some chickens, apparently it's all the rage.

Mrs Jones said...

Not only chickens but you have to grow your own vegetables now as well. Austerity Britain has returned with a vengeance.

Z said...

Yup. Been growing the veg for 30 years. The country has finally regressed to my level.

Regarding the dress, damn. I mean, bother. Still, you're younger, prettier and thinner than I am, so it's better off with you anyway.

Jaywalker said...

I think even Shocked of Ixelles would allow you a 'damn' Z. Yes. It gapes rather, but I haven't bought anything that isn't black since then and 'no black' is apparently the only bit of wedding etiquette I know.

Completely Alienne said...

I remembered the black thing just in time for the last wedding I went to and ended up in purple.

I grow vegetables and I have wanted chickens for some time.

GingerB said...

Wait - did I miss something?? It is now perfectly acceptable to wear black to weddings, isn't it? HELP ME!

I once kept rabbits in an apartment. some say they can be trained to a litter box but I disagree. Visitors would say you have gravel in your carpet, and I'd say no, we don't. Even though dwarf bunnies don't produce anything useful, they are so incredibly cute when you bring home a bunny the size of the palm of your hand that you'd almost forgive them for ruining your life, but not quite.

Soda and Candy said...

I really hate going to weddings, I think. Even if you know and love the bride *and* groom, chances are at the reception you'll be stuck at a table with people you've never met before and never wish to meet again.

I wore black to the last wedding I went to, and it was an Aussie summer day wedding, and I was not the only one. Black is very chic, I think.

Red Shoes said...

Started to tear up thinking of you and your pieces of mothers. I'm in awe of you, Waffle. You seem to be very strong in the face of the apocalypse and assorted difficulties. You're sort of my hero right now.

I'm torn between severe loathing and severe WANT of chickens.

screamish said...

nice touch, the evil eye playboy bunnies...respect....

Jaywalker said...

Ok, now you're all messing with my head. Chickens everywhere AND black is ok at weddings? I am going back to bed.

Ginger - I sort of feel the same about the dog actually, but it lives so much longer. YESIAMABADPERSON.

RedShoes - bleugh. Totally misplaced, I am a total mess. But thank you and much love xxx

(say no to chickens. Think Werner Herzog:
“Well they are very frightening for me because their stupidity is so flat. You look into the eyes of a chicken and you lose yourself in a completely flat, frightening stupidity. They are like a great metaphor for me… I kind of love chicken, but they frighten me more than any other animal.”)

Screamish - It was accidental. I can take no credit.

Previously (Very) Lost in France said...

Number 5 seems to be true around these parts. Because I know how to have a good time, I've been delivering the local telephone directory for the equivalent of something like 9p per directory, which I'm reliably informed meets the minimum wage - of Azerbaijan perhaps - and was amazed at how many people have dug up vast tranches of their gardens to grow Brussel sprouts and how many urban chickens there now are. Yikes!

Paul said...

As one of said extended family I'll protect your anonymity happily pet.

I'm the pretty one in the kilt (your youngest looks exactly like me at his age by the way) and who was sat next to the space caddette before having to make an early exit. Sorry about that - really not well you see.

One of the small dark women put me onto this by the way in case you're wondering who grassed you up.

Lovely to see you by the way - heard from the bearded one about your trip to the science centre as well.

Take care

P x

Samsara said...

Weddings? Don't even go there! Chickens? Yes chickens are very 'in' in the UK at the moment. I can think of at least six of my friends who have chickens and four more who have hives. Bees are also 'in'. At almost £2 for half a dozen free range eggs, even in the dreaded Tesco's, how could owning chickens not be popular?

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