Tilly, The Laughing Housewife teased us with a pun the other day:
I’ve planted a riding whip.
I’m hoping for a nice crop.
It was the second mention of a whip in recent days, so I decided it was a sign.
A sign to tell you a little story…..
I tease Brian that I knew him since he was wearing short trousers & knee socks. Not quite, but he was in his final year at school when we met at a newly formed Musical & Dramatic Society. We encouraged young school leavers to join, it gave them an interest, a way to mix and interact with adults of a wide variety of ages, to discover new talents and most important – kept them off the streets.
You may not have met Brian before, but you have certainly heard of him. He was the young man who conferred the title Grannymar on me way back in my late twenties. It was a joke to begin with, but everyone in the society latched on to using it, so it stuck. With time it became very much part of me.
Was he being disrespectful? Not a bit. With four brothers & a younger sister, I was well used to the nicknames they had for me!
Brian, now a retired Legal Eagle, spends his time between his homes in Dublin and Spain. All down the years he kept in touch, even if it was a post card from some exotic far flung shore.
One particular post card stands out. A very young Elly (just learning to read), ran to discover what caused the letterbox to rattle. She lived in hope that it might be another letter from her Nana, or a surprise from one of her relations far away.
On this particular occasion it was a Post Card addressed to Grannymar, at my address.
“It’s from Brian!” I was informed.
“It says: I am now an im pe cu nious Barrister. What is im•pe•cu•nious?” asked Elly.
“It means he has no money!” I said.
“Huh! Impecunious…. on Holiday in Ibiza?” Threw back miss Elly. *
Anyways…… the card was placed on the counter and off she went to play.
Right. Where was I? Oh yes, back to the Whip!.
I had a call from Brian the other morning while I was pottering around the house. He was walking back to his Dublin home after leaving his car in for a service. You see the world around you from a different perspective when on two feet, instead of behind the wheel.
Although it was a road he knew well and travelled almost daily when at home, he noticed something outside a house that made him think of me, So he phoned. I’ll keep you guessing for the moment, as it might provide an opportunity for a blog post at a future date.
I did ask if he had taken a photo, but no, he was more interested in sharing what he found, than taking pixtures!
“Anyway, I wouldn’t really like to without permission.” Says he.
“Then you should do what I do, and knock on the door and ask permission. You never know you might be invited in for tea and curranty cake. It might even lead to inspiration for your next novel.” I suggested.
“Did I ever tell you I did that at Bram Stoker’s house?”
Apparently not, so I emailed a link to the piece I wrote about Bram Stoker’s house.
Later that day he replied to my mail:
Excellent… but one could expect no more. Russian jewels bit amazing… imagine us giving a loan to Russia at that time… when some people did not have their breakfast.. should we not remind them of that now?!
I remember when we needed the bull whip for Kiss Me Kate – you told us you walked into Callaghan’s, then in Dame St and said to the men there:
I have a problem and wonder if any of you gentlemen could help me?
I need a whip!
The rest is history – we got the whip – beautiful worked in plaited leather and it was there for all the rehearsals and the show – essential for rehearsal to get familiarity with its use.
You have not lost your touch.
So there you go. I was a brazen hussy back then.
Callaghan’s, then in Dame St in Dublin were Theatrical Outfitters. I managed to talk my way out of the shop, with as we say in Dublin: the lend of a loan of a bull whip, for the duration of rehearsals and the Show run, without having to pay a rental fee!
Do you think I have changed?
The moral of the story is: if you want something, just ask. The worst that anyone can say is NO! It does help if you ask nicely!
I spent quite some time trying to find a video clip of the Finale Act 1 of Kiss me Kate, to let you see the bull whip in action, but alas, I could not find a descent version.
* In our house the ‘no biscuits rule’ was set in place as soon as we thought of booking a holiday. Well, we all need to save our pocket money for our holidays. Right? ‘No biscuits’ actually applied to bought biscuits/cookies and sweets. I still filled the tins with home made cake and cookies.
I actually got away with that one…. For YEARS!
I am asking. The follow up post in double quick time!
I need to gather the evidence first! It might be a long wait,Ramana,until my next visit to Dublin. You particularly. will like it!
Look forward to it.
Hmm. All this talk of whips and the like that I’m hearing around here. Since I started reviewing romance novels, I’ve been trying to avoid this stuff. Romance categorized BDSM. Thoroughly freaks me out, I have no idea how these things are supposed to be romantic. Unless one is, of course, a pervert. In which case….I rest my case. Anyway, hello. Hope you’re having a nice day.
Maria, The books you read and review are pure fiction and need your imagination to ‘make the pictures’ in side your head. The bull whip mentioned above was for a stage prop to be used in a musical production. There was nothing pervie about it. In fact the guys that I still meet from that group, would find the very suggestion rather amusing!
Whips – reminds me of a childhood hero – http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cijH24T5b_k
Thjat was a looong time ago – LOL
Chuck, I thought I was back in the drummer cinema on a wet Sunday afternoon! Loved every second of that. As Jack would have said… You could smell the horse sh*t!
Wow, it must be nice to have such a friend. I love Irish people. Did you know that the Koreans are considered the Irish of the Pacific? I’ll let you ponder over that statement. Lol.
gigi, I treasure our friendship.
I did not know that Koreans were considered the Irish of the Pacific, although I have a young friend here in Northern Ireland who has just returned from a couple of years teaching English in Daejeon, S Korea.
Your story is wonderful, GM. Brazen hussy, haven’t heard that in years. Wow, fresh baked…
Your new blog looks great. Congratulations.
blessings ~ maxi
Thank, you, thank you, thank you, Maxi! I am enjoying my new blog look, but still discovering my way round.
I bet you haven’t changed at all over the years 🙂
You mean apart from the wrinkles, grey hair and……!
Well, Marie, it’s nice to know that silly Tilly’s jokes are an inspiration for someone.
According to Brian, I have the odd error in my story, but then he is younger than I am…. I will write a follow up post to correct them, possibly on Sunday.
I remember that Bram Stoker piece. Asking for what you want is a great philosophy. I’ve found if I have a problem with something I’ve purchased and decide to return it or complain, IF I state up front exactly what I want them to do, it works like a charm. Oh, and just to be accurate, I’m always fair, never try to get something for nothing. It also helps to ask courteously, not demand.
Alice, I am with you on this, and in my book honesty is always the best policy.
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