Thursday, 12 July 2007

Chasing fairies in a Victorian Manner

When Bessy was a mere puppy she had a fetish for being attached in some manner to the roofs of black cabs. I mention this because, as I left to see Felix at the bench this morning, I noticed a hedgehog caught in a tree by its suspenders reading a work of non-fiction in Hindi. I've come across a fellow blogger who may have an opinion on this.

Felix grew attached to his bench approximately fifteen years ago when I was just starting out at my new dental practice. He tells me he was the first person to sit on the bench when it was erected in memory of a Mr Billious Hensham. Mr Hensham, it turns out, was a vegetarian who drove a black cab. He never came to see me, either when he was alive or dead, which I put down to Bessy.

George was with his Victorian Manners book again when I arrived at the surgery. He tells me Victorian Manners were the inevitable response to the liberal mayhem that came before the Victorian era. Cookie said she has a friend who sews the edges of skirts at any time of the year - not just in Spring - and that in her opinion there's no reason why said edge should be liberal.

Which reminds me of the artist who pops in every month to show us paintings of spring chickens dressed as bankers in pin-striped suits. They also ride in black cabs. I asked him today if spring chickens during the Victorian era were considered dangerously liberal or fashionably conservative. He looked at me as if I had said something untoward.

The interesting thing about Cookie is that she provides me with ample opportunity to escape George's Victorian censure in a way that I find most eerie. I suspect there was a similar phenomenon at work when the fairy that cab-attached-Bessy was chasing, got away.

4 comments:

Nonanon said...

But was the suspended suspendered hedgehog reading the nonfiction for educational purposes, or escapism?

Stan Johns said...

Dear Nonanon,

Thank you for your question and it is lovely to hear from you.

The suspendered hedgehog has nightly taken to reading such material with scant regard for education, seeing as he comprehends little hindi. There is, indeed, something in the form of the printed script which allows him to escape the nonsense that he finds in not sleeping, though it helps him little to sleep.

I have the feeling that if he were to understand hindi, the experience would lose much of its enjoyment and, thus, render his suspension from suspenders meaningless.

All the best,

Stan

Nonanon said...

Delighted to be here. I'm glad the hedgehog isn't reading simply for education. I myself like looking at Greek and Latin texts just because they're so beautiful, and primarily because I can't read them. Maybe I will try Hindi next.

Stan Johns said...

Dear Nonanon,

I mentioned your interest in Greek and Latin texts to George. He says you must share his eye for the aesthetic, which he seems to know an awful lot about. He's a remarkable man.

All the best and regards, too, from George.

Stan