I discovered that there were perks to being a choirboy; ones that I’d never imagined. If we were asked to sing at a wedding, a funeral or any other extra service, we got paid. Us kids only got a shilling or so usually but heck, that was double what I got in pocket money. There [...]
Tag Archive 'Mental Archaeology'
My second appearance in the choir was a dismal affair. Not because I performed badly or anything like that but because it was Good Friday. In honour of the solemnity of the day the church took on the aspect of a funeral parlour and everybody was dressed in unrelieved black. The only white visible were [...]
The next major event in the life of now bespectacled Malcolm was my eighth birthday. Of course every birthday was important, not least because I always got a card from Granddad in Cheshire with a ten shilling note inside and a card with a postal order from Nana and Granddad in Sidmouth. Being eight, however [...]
School medicals weren’t fun…
Posted in Childhood, Health, Medicals, School on Sep 27th, 2010
There is a very good reason for my delving back into the dawn of history to tell you tales from my very young days. What I hope I’m getting across is the fact that, apart from a truly horrendous health record and living in awful conditions, my childhood was very happy until the events that [...]
Thanks to Rich’s support and his trenchant stares at would be mockers, very little was said on the coach or at school. The high point of the day for me was one of my classmates asking plaintively, almost despairingly “Miss, do those specs mean Malc’s even cleverer now?”. Miss Beevis laughed, all my classmates laughed [...]
Why such an angry little boy?
Posted in Abuse, Anger, Childhood, Depression on Sep 18th, 2010
It was recently suggested in a comment that I seem to have been a somewhat difficult child, prone to temper tantrums. To a certain extent that’s true but isn’t entirely fair to my young self. I was, by nature quite a sweet tempered boy with a very lively sense of fun and a penchant for [...]
I don’t tend to invoke politics or religion here on the Old Midhurstian Blog but I feel the need to make a point about the forthcoming Papal visit to the UK and the issue of clerical abuse. It’s very easy to get sucked in to the media furore surrounding the increasingly distressing revelations of systematic [...]
Glasses and tantrums…
Posted in Best Friend, Childhood, Malc, Rich on Sep 10th, 2010
There was more drama and very nearly another tantrum at the optician’s. When he put the test frame on me I thought they were the glasses I’d have to wear. I was very quickly disabused of that notion before I’d drawn enough breath to start shouting. The test took ages but the optician was finally [...]
Well, wishes and prayers didn’t work; I couldn’t even see Mummy’s face properly when she woke me up so the morning started with tears, self-pity and breakfast, of course. Once my older sisters had left for school we got ready for the journey to Petworth. We could have waited until Thursday when the doctor held [...]
A bad day made a little better…
Posted in Best Friend, Childhood, Malc, Rich, School on Sep 4th, 2010
Rich’s loyalty, support and protection helped to make the worst day of my young life almost tolerable. I was seven years old, had moved to the second block of the class and had already secured my place at the back right hand desk. Nobody was going to take that away from me, ever! One morning [...]
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