(PLEASE NOTE THIS POST WAS WRITTEN BEFORE THE TRUTH EMERGED ABOUT SAVILE)
Have read a couple of books really fast this week – one was the ‘Pigeon (sic) English’ story I told you about, the other was ‘The Secret Life of Bees.’ Lent to me by someone from church, it reminded me of ‘To Kill a Mocking-bird’ in that it was set in the Deep South (of America) told from the viewpoint of a white 11-yr-old girl. She runs away from home after killing her mother (accidentally) to find a family of black women who keep bees. The racism is shocking and all the more so for being accurate – or so I imagine. The background is black people registering to vote and being prevented by threats, intimidation and tricks by those with one brain-cell who probably shouldn’t qualify to vote in the first place. And it wasn’t that long ago – within my lifetime. Both books are recommended:
I was astonished this morning to come in on a news story about someone whose body was lying in state at a Leeds hotel for people to pay their respects. That couldn’t possibly be Jimmy Saville! I thought. But it was! Bizarre in death as he ever was in life, Saville’s coffin will be available at a Leeds hotel for fans to file past. A spokesman said that at this time they ‘couldn’t say how many’ people might actually want to come. I was reminded irresistibly of Alan Partridge, whose fans would probably number two: his secretary and that Geordie bloke who always hangs around. Jimmy Saville’s last resting-place will be Scarborough, where he wants to be buried – as he lived – at a 45% angle ‘so that he can see the sea’.
You couldn’t make this stuff up!
Short stories are coming on well: the two are ready to send off to ‘Fish’ plus one to Mslexia – all at the end of the month – plus I have four more coming up. They include the one about the handbag knitted out of video tape, of which I am hoping to see a pic on Thursday.