Those of you of a certain age will recognise Max (Shudders) Bygraves’ catch-phrase in today’s title. Catch-phrases seem to be a fairly new thing, but though there are certainly more of them than ever and while they are probably more necessary in order to differentiate an ever-increasing army of comedians (just take a peek at the Comedy Festival brochure) catch-phrases are not new. ‘Can you hear me mother?’, ‘Oops, where’s me washboard?’ and ‘You lucky people’ are all wartime examples * and there are probably others dating from the era of music hall. Perhaps even poor Yorick had his own catch-phrase… Mine, I suppose, is ‘Kirk out.’ As a performer I don’t yet have a catch-phrase, but perhaps I should. Last night ol’ Max’s would have suited perfectly, as I went to ‘Telling Tales’ by the Leicester Guild of Storytellers, where I adapted one of my published stories for oral delivery. It was a very enjoyable evening; there was a mix of traditional stories from China, India and Nigeria; a true-life story from a fireman on the Flying Scotsman of ‘The Day the Fire Went Out’ and a charming tale of an eager snowdrop. My ‘Mem Mat’ story about a memory mattress which absorbs people’s actual memories, went down very well and so I shall probably go again in April.
I’m updating this post from the library now, where Mac (I’ve decided to call OH ‘Mac’) has suggested that because I’ve forgotten my pen drive I should buy a new one; and, when I objected that a new one could hardly be expected to have all my stories and poems on it, he said that in a freak accident, it could happen. ‘That’d be an improbability pen-drive!’ I quipped.
* actually one of those is a spoof