Last night I was Struck by a Thought in the middle of the night, and for once instead of telling myself I’d remember it (I never do) I picked up my pad and by the light of the moon bouncing off the frost, I wrote it down. In fact I wrote down two ideas – rarely do Ideas strike singly – and they were these:
It may/It might
Not only that, I was astoundingly able to make sense of them over my morning tea. They both pertain to the novel, and the first is a dialogue that goes like this:
Leuka: I may go to the party
Leon: You mean, you might go to the party.
Leuka: So – what you’re saying is, might is right?
The second refers to a time long, long ago when I was wearing an ankle-length dress outside on a hot day. To avoid tripping over it, I had gathered it up in one hand, and as I was walking along I couldn’t help noticing that people were smirking and giggling. I eventually twigged that the cloth I held in my hand resembled a pendulant* penis. I guess you could say in a way that I was cross-dressing…
Which brings me to last night’s TV (last night on iplayer, not last night in the real world) and a programme called ‘The Boy in the Dress.’ This was an excellent and light-hearted drama about a cross-dressing boy featuring Tim McInnerny as a martinet of a headmaster and Jennifer Saunders as a French teacher with a terrible accent. This was followed by ‘Still Open All Hours’ which is shaping up to be a terrific sequel to the Ronnie Barker sitcom featuring some of the original characters and some new ones and brilliantly written as ever by Roy Clarke.
*Is ‘pendulant’ even a word? Spellchecker doesn’t like it – but that spellchecker’s a curmudgeon. He doesn’t even like the word spellchecker unless it’s hyphenated.