Sunday, 1 May 2011

This Is Me

Jarmara Falconer at A Mission Impossible for the Dark Fantasy Nightwriter has kindly passed on the Versatile Blogger award to me. It requires me to tell you seven things about myself. However, as I did this a while ago for the Sweet Friends award I thought I'd tell you about my dad instead. Then you might get an insight into what makes me tick.

1. Yesterday was the 22nd anniversary of his death. He had just turned 66 which means that in a few years time I will be older than my father. That will be weird.

2. He stares back at me from a photo frame which sits just below my computer screen. People say I look like him. I take this as a compliment because he wasn't bad looking but I've never been able to see it myself.

3. He originally came from Norfolk and still retained some accent even after living in Tamworth, Staffs for forty years. If he ever got mad with us my brother and I would put on fake accents and mock him mercilessly. He never stayed mad for long.

4. On the last day of school term the teacher asked each child in his class if they could rub their stomach in a circular motion with one hand while patting their head with the other. (Try it – it's not that easy). My dad was the only one that could do it and for some reason this marvellous feat was rewarded with him being allowed out of school an hour early. Halfway across the deserted playground he passed the school bell and couldn't resist ringing it loud and clear. He was punished, of course, on his first day back.

5. When war broke out he volunteered for the navy but was turned down because he worked on the land which was a reserved occupation. When he finally did get called up they put him in the infantry despite having a dodgy leg. As a boy he had developed an infection and had to have his tibia removed. The army has never been renowned for its common sense.

6. He once received a certificate from Tamworth police for helping to apprehend a chap trying to nick stuff from Woolworth's one evening. Our house overlooked their back yard and dad had seen him climb over the wall. He had run off by the time a copper came so they drove round Tamworth in my dad's Ford Anglia till they spotted him. I think the guy pulled a knife at one stage. Exciting stuff.

7. The only piece of advice I can remember him giving me is 'Never mind your arse, mind your head, boy'. I don't know if this is an old Norfolk expression but I think it's a quaint way of saying 'Get your priorities right'.

So there it is. That's where I get my rustic sense of humour, my cynicism and my laid-back attitude. Thanks, dad.
I think all of the blogs I follow have recieved this award or something similar recently so I'll be passing this on when I've found some new ones.


  1. What a lovely tribute to your dad.
    I love the Norfolk accent.
    I've never known anyone who could do that patting on the head, rubbing circles on the stomach thing - and good for him for ringing the school bell to celebrate :-)
    Congratulations on the award :-)

  2. Wow, It was love lovely to read all about your Dad, Keith.

  3. I have a soft spot for Ford Anglias as my granddad had one. I have a photo of me hanging out the window with my cousin, when we were aged about three.

    Your dad sounds a lovely character.

  4. Hi Keith, I found you through Carol's blog!

    What did you make of the workshop? I thought it was very helpful for improving the thought process, but maybe it could have been condensed a little. I think and hour or two of putting what we'd learned into operation would have been a good idea.

    Your dad sounds wonderful. A lovely tribute.
    See you next meeting.

  5. Thanks for all your comments, everybody.

    Thanks for coming over, Angela. I can hop over to yours now I have the link. I take your point about the workshop but I found it useful anyway.