Memoirs

As you know I'm not one for idle gossip, tittle tattling and tongue wagging, however, since I'm on my second glass of Malbec, Jam Shed, regular price £8.25, Tesco Clubcard price £7 I can feel my facial lips, loosening. Did I tell you about the time my older sister Jezabel, brought shame on the Flange escutcheon, dragging our family name through the mud by running off with a fairground roustabout called Smiggy, she was 18 and he was 22 with greasy blonde hair, he worked the waltzers spinning the cars, "Scream if you want to go faster" said the man in the booth over the tannoy, my sister screamed, in a way that cats do when they're in heat bringing Smiggy to heel, he spun our car I can still see his tattooed hand and silver buckle ring gripping the rim of our car as he spun us, the ride eventually stopped and we got off, my sister started clacking her chewing gum, looking over her shoulder coquettishly at Smiggy as we left. Jezabel! She ran off with him when the fair ended, she rang home a week later in tears, begging my mother to pick her up from a travellers camp site near Tyne and Wear, mother was appalled, and I was straight on the phone to report my findings to Grandma who was equally appalled.

You will be pleased to know that I am now covid free, it was nothing really, just felt like a mild cold with hot flushes, light headedness and the occasional gasping for breath everytime I exerted myself.

I'm not keen on the change of lyrics, it's not necessary, it's the look of sheer joy on The Wild Tonics faces that makes this video. 

  

 

Interesting read.
I'm often asked to write my memoirs, but where do I start? Miss Flange's School Days?