Sometimes I feel as though I live on the set of tv's Miss Marple
Village life can be somewhat bizarre to say the least
This morning was a case in point for at 7.30 neighbour Mandy saw me filling the feed buckets and yelled over in rather a Kenneth Williams type of way
"Can you do anything with a big marrow?"
I bit my tongue to prevent a witty reply
It was just too early!
Tonight Chris and I are off out to dinner with the vicar.
We don't eat out much so it's all a bit of a treat!
He's quite a jolly fellow, so I know the conversation won't be centred wholly on deep theological theory and garden fetes.....but it is dinner with the vicar!
........I do actually live in St Mary Mead!
Speaking of St Mary Mead, (a village that must have one of the highest murder rates this side of the Bronx) I am reminded that Jack the Ripper is coming to Trelawnyd in the new Year!
Affable despot Jason,( who is a bit of a Whitechapel murder geek), has managed to organise somewhat of a social coup and has arranged for Retired British Police Murder Squad Detective, Trevor Marriot to come to the memorial Hall to talk about how he has applied modern day policing methods to the infamous Ripper murders of 1888!
Fascinating stuff !!I adore this kind of thing!
Fascinating stuff !!I adore this kind of thing!
It's all go!!
For locals, the evening will be on
Saturday 18th may 2013, ticket prices are £12 for adults, £10 concessions
For locals, the evening will be on
Saturday 18th may 2013, ticket prices are £12 for adults, £10 concessions
and no kids, I am afraid...for obvious reasons
Now where's that poison ?
Now where's that poison ?
Now that's a talk I wouldn't mind attending!
ReplyDeleteWhat are you going to do with the big marrow?
ReplyDeleteNo one can be brought to justice now so personally I'd rather it was kept as the mystery it is. Also, a German seaman? The cover-up of someone very important is much more tantalizing!
ReplyDeleteYou've obviously never been to Cabot's Cove!
ReplyDeleteOur very good friend Shirley Harrison wrote 'The Diary of Jack the Ripper, based on authentic Victorian papers.... they were later found to be fake! I do hope your Mr Marriot read it; I'm sure he did!
ReplyDeleteDinner with the vicar? Is that a feather in your caps John or does he want to give you a slap on the hand for not attending church often enough? Whichever - enjoy.
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DeleteI am not a church GOER
I am just a church CLEANER!
Shirley Harrison is very well known within these Ripper circles...Ms Harrison is a rather controversial figure for that book !! Trevor knows all about her !
ReplyDeleteShe's written better things!
DeleteTea with the vicar sounds rather dangerous to me...keep an eye on him in case he slips something in your wine...
ReplyDeleteA mystery evening...what fun. And um.....what exactly CAN you do with a big marrow? (well, someone had to ask)
ReplyDeleteWhat exactly IS a big marrow?
Deletea zuccini ( I think you call them) a large one
DeleteOh, okay. Cleared that up in a hurry! ;-)
DeleteJust remember your P's and Q's with the vicar. Have a good time...
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I am driving gill so will be sober!
DeleteJohn, what are you going to do with a big marrow ? Tea with the vicar and a talk about the Ripper? Come on, really? Is this just for the blog- creative writing? Very funny. Love your blog and your life. I cannot possibly go back to work as I would not be able to keep up to date with your posts and your life.
ReplyDeleteOh I am like a bad smell.... I will be still here when you return!
DeleteWe're going to dinner with our vicar next week too..we are going midweek so he can sober up by Sunday.
ReplyDeleteJane x
I think Midsommer has a higher murder count, as does Cabot Cove.
ReplyDeletehow sad are you! lol
DeleteI may not be having dinner with the Vicar but I did just sell some soap to a gal who lives in LA who says she may give some of it to her friend John Mellencamp of the John Cougar Mellencamp variety. This means I have wasted all day thinking about where my soap ends up on peoples bodies. Dinner with the Vicar would be a relief. Enjoy
ReplyDeleteEnjoy your tea with the vicar. I should think you'd pickle a big marrow--depending upon its size, you could get a few jars of relish. Or grate it, freeze in small packets and make a bread from it.
ReplyDelete(Decided to keep it clean, although i can't help thinking of The Black Adder episode when he had a squash was it? that looked like a 'thingy'.)
Seeing as it's the current trendy thing to do, I will now admit that Jimmy Saville once told me he was Jack the Ripper.
ReplyDeleteHe was certainly old enough.
"Jangle Jangle, how's about that then, Mary Kelly?"
I'm a good girl I AM!
DeleteOur village & the neighbouring one used to have a pumpkin contest hoasted alternate years by each village. One year someone cheated ( used steroids ) and all Hell let loose - not quite murder but not far off !
ReplyDeleteHave fun with the Vicar & come back to tell all x
I'm always a bit sceptical of people who claim to have solved some long-distant crime, having found some supposedly crucial new bits of evidence. I'm sure the audience will be asking him a few awkward questions....
ReplyDeleteYou crazy mixed up kid!
ReplyDeleteYOU;RE ALIVE!!!!!!!!!!!!
DeleteHope you took the marrow with you as a gesture of religious good will for the vicar. Very jealous of your ripping talk.
ReplyDeleteMy, what an eclectic post... from over-sized produce to a serial killer to the local vicar. With tea. We have no choice to keep coming back here, you know. No telling what you're going to come up with next.
ReplyDeletehttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0MsbvGmLaU4
ReplyDeleteOne of the funniest sketches ever! Watch out if the Vicar says "Pass the butter!"
No kids for obvious reasons? What obvious reasons? They'll be nagging for coke and popcorn? Or is it because Trelawnyd kids are incredibly ugly? BTW - Mandy could stuff the marrow with seasoned mincemeat and diced carrots. Roast in a medium oven for an hour.
ReplyDeleteJohn, I grew up in the Bronx and had a wonderful life. We all lived in single homes with lovely gardens. We played outside from 9 am till 8 pm without our parents hovering around. We had great adventures, but the whole neighborhood knew each other and looked out for us all. True, it was the very end of the Bronx (last stop on the subway) and 50 years ago. I think things might have changed a bit since then.
ReplyDeleteSt.Mary's Mead indeed! Sans violence of course. I have always been a big fan of Miss Marple. In fact, we had a cat named Miss Marple which the kids shortened to "Marples". Evidently the neighbors interpreted her name as " marbles"; because when she sadly did not come home one day I heard them tell their children that Mrs.MacKinnon was missing her marbles! At least I hope that was what they were referring too......
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