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Saturday, March 19, 2011

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OOoooooooooooooooh, so livid I am, I BITE him.


Too hard as it turns out, 'cos he drops me.


On my head.


Bouncing the pavement, I lie where I fall, screaming blue, bloody murder.


Nursing my cut and bleeding evidence of severe abuse forehead, I bat off any attempts to help me up. Oh, they are sooo in for it now - Ma's gonna' kill 'em, so she is, and serve 'em right, it will!


It stinks having a brother seven years bigger, 'specially when he's into fireman Carry's and you being only five.


"Och now, c'mon Carol, do I need to pick you up again?"


I'm going nowhere, if I can't see the Matinee, why should they? It's a terrible injustice I got chucked out. Now they want to dump me back home so's they can run off to catch the main feature still. Without me? No way am I allowing that.


Not without a fight.


I choke down my sobs, appeal to reason.


"I'll stop running up and down the aisles.."


"It's too late, Carol, you heard the Usherette, she warned you enough. Folk were getting annoyed. Look, get up, if you stand up now, we'll take you back again next week, okay?"


"No."


"Right, that's it! May, grab her arm."


Oh, the treachery of it all, I'm being dragged and frog-marched the whole length of Commerce Street, screaming and kicking all the way. What I want to know is where is God when you need him, eh? S'not fair.


The rotten sods shove me through the door and are away again before I get the chance to draw breath. Ma and Da, both "napping" in the middle of this Saturday afternoon, appear to have little patience to hear out my grievances. Barely given sympathy to so much as blow my nose, I'm slapped a band-aid on the head, am handed a biscuit, and then find myself rapidly steered through in to the living room, where I am instructed to sit quietly and to watch the football results on the telly, so's I can repeat them all to Da again when he wakes back up.


They never put my cartoons up this loud.


(Think I'm not gonna' remember all this when I grow up? I will you know. AND I'm gonna' find a way to tell everybody, just you see if I don't!)

I'm reluctantly re-decorating the house right now, and it's not out of choice!  Please have patience and bear with me,  all will soon be revealed.. in the interim,  here's one I prepared earlier.. sorry to those of you who may have already endured read this.

48 comments:

Sandi McBride said...

And so you have. Rotten beasts need to be taught a lesson! I guess you showed them, you did! LOL...brought back memories of my own rotten big sister and her mob of hateful friends!
Sandi

jinksy said...

Sounds like you had a much freer childhood than I did, you lucky beggar!

Shrinky said...

Ah Sandi, this was a further five years on before I was gifted my own pesky little sister to endure (wink)!

Um, in truth Jinsky, it makes my hair curl today! Yes, I had many adventures - although some I could have well lived without..

chewy said...

Serves you right for running up and down the aisles. (waggling finger)

I preferred to toss chocolate babies and then quietly sit looking all innocent.

Sniffles and Smiles said...

Oh, Carol...This makes me laugh and cry at the same time...I'm so sorry that your siblings were so unfair!! Such an honest and authentic post!!! And as always, it is so beautifully written!!! I'm feeling a little better today...actually sitting up for a little while, and so I couldn't resist stopping by to say "hello!" to my dear friend!!! Sending you all my love~Janine XO

BRUNO said...

You'd have made me a damned-fine sister!

Don't know if I could've mastered learning any REAL-English language, though. The AMERICAN-version is kinda "in the genes", after so many generations.

But, it'd still been fun, fightin' it out...!

~Babs said...

Hahahahahaha,,,love it!
I remember so well, having to take our little sister to the movie with us. I'll have to ask her if she remembers ALL THE CRYING she did, wanting and missing Mama, and ruining the movie!
Great post, Shrinky!

The Crap Blog Detective said...

You telling about your husband work in the "about me" section tells me you dont have a life.

DILLY said...

STINKS havin bruther ENY age.
SPESHLY wen bruther not hav barth.

¬"

chewy said...

Shrinky Look!
The Crap Blog Detective is more obnoxious than any child running up and down the aisle. (scratching head) His detective work sucks. I shall throw many chocolate babies at his noggin'.

Hilary said...

A tale from your Shrinlethood. You showed 'em! Very cute. :)

Shrinky said...

Chewy, chocolate babies?? Sheesh, I'd have PRAYED to get sat in front of the likes of you (teehee)!

Oh Janine, it's so good to see you, hon! Welcome home, bonny lass, you've been much missed. It's great to hear you are starting your recovery - take it easy, eh? I'll be popping over to deliver a hug.

Aw Bruno, I think you would have made a brilliant big bruv'! Just think of all the escapades you and me could have had as partners in crime!

Babs, the Saturday matinee was the highlight of our week - such a pity it seems to have fallen by the wayside today. It was not just a trip to the cinema, it was an EVENT! All the kids were invited up to dance on the stage, there was music played on a huge Wursler (a big organ-type instrument)and not just one film screened, we had cartoons first, then some Cowboy and Indian feature, and finally, the main film - either a "Lassie Come Home" weepie, or a hilarious offering from the likes of Laurel and Hardy or The Three Stooges.. ahhh, happy days!

Oooh Dilly, I'm telling Bob there are nasty aspersions beig cast here over his lack of personal cleanliness..!

Chewy, save those chocolate babies for someone worthy of them! He's more to be pitied than despised, he's just longing for some attention; shame the poor moron lacks the talent to post his own blog - this is the only way he can get anyone to acknowledge him. Sad, eh?

Hey Hilary, I remember it as clearly as if it were only yesterday - and oh, did I feel hard done by!!

Novice Writer said...

I do not have any siblings..can't imagine how it would have been..

PRH....... said...

Now, are we talking "Football" as in Soccer, or Football as in the American game?

:} It does make a difference to us Yanks you know?

Akelamalu said...

Some things you NEVER foget! LOL

I have two brothers but I am the eldest! :)

PRH....... said...

Now as far as siblings....being the 2nd oldest, you know I always got the shaft...or at least as I remember it?

Couldn't be wrong, could I?

Shrinky said...

Hi Novice Writer, in truth, I found having two sisters and a brother to grow up with proved far more of a plus than a minus - smile.

Oh Pat, I had never even heard the CONCEPT of American football back then - it took a good twenty-plus years after that for me to stumble over it. And yes, the middle kid ALWAYS gets shafted, least that's my belief (grin).

Akelamalu, yeah, not that I still bear a grudge, of course.. (wink).

Scott from Oregon said...

Have you stopped running up and down the aisles missy?

B.T.Bear (esq.) said...

BOO!










(Did yu jump?)

Merisi said...

Got brother, got tales! ;-)
Who'd have thought of world wide blog revenge back then? ;-)

david mcmahon said...

So, on a sliding scale of 1 to 10, how much strife did he get into?

Nancy said...

I had a little sister. I remember the running and jumping, and total disregard for an older sister's keen and just meting out of punishment....

Thumbelina said...

And what better way to tell!
Go get 'em girl!

Shrinky said...

Scott, 'tis the running up and down the aisles that keeps life interesting (wink).

OOOH! Bob, you almost gave me a heart attack, there!

Merisi, I wonder what else that we can never dream of doing today, will be possible to us yet another forty years down the line? The mind positively boggles..!

Oh David, how lovely to see you in here, I do miss you so! (x)

Haha! Nancy, I guess there is always a flip-side to every tale, eh? Smile.

Thumbilina, isn't it strange the snippets from the past that choose to stay with you? I can still remember the rage I felt to this day!

SJ said...

You capture those memories so perfectly. Splendid writing - as always!

Alex L said...

You sound like you were quite a handful Shrinky... things have changed, haven't they?

mrsnesbitt said...

memories! Oh I remember going to the cinema with a friend who was younger than me but taller....she had to pay full fare....unlike me!

Shrinky said...

Aw, SJ, you little sweet talker, you (smiling)!

Alex, who me? Why, butter wouldn't melt in my sweet little mouth.. (finger's x'd behind my back, walking of whistling.)

Haha, Denise, I have a similar memory of my sis being asked to leave a pub for being underage - she wasn't, I was the underage one - and five years her junior - wink.

phaseoutgirl said...

Just passing by to say hello, and check out the blog. I am still here, Carol, will email...

Hugs.. phaseoutgirl (Cecilia)

Shrinky said...

Cecilia my friend, goodness, it's been so long! How lovely to hear from you - I look forward to catching up ((x)).

TechnoBabe said...

You found a way to tell everyone all right!! Isn't blogging fun?! We all get to exorcise the past and make fun at it as we do it. Your post is so much fun to read. You were a plucky little girl, and still unshrinking!!!

Shrinky said...

aw, cheers TechnoBabe, thanks for making me smile! Yup, the wonders of modern technology, eh (grin)?

Anil P said...

The adventures you endured, the challenges you presented in this narrative, priceless :-)

Suldog said...

Might there be some Irish in ye, lass? It seems you have Irish Alzheimer's - the only thing you never forget is a grudge!

Scott from Oregon said...

Shrinky-- You are invited to participate in a photo meme at my place...

(because you are pretty hot with the lens...)

Sunshine said...

Love the photograph what a cool ....shot..

Brian Miller said...

you had me thoroughly confused wiht the dates of the comments...lol...i never got this privledge being the oldest...i had to be the responsible one...some days i might have dropped my sis...oh i should not think like that...smiles. a delightful read...happy saturday

Cindy La Ferle said...

I agree with Jinksy ... you lucky beggar!

Margaret Benbow said...

Your older brothers probably remember that episode (now, then and always!) as you acting out as your parents' spoiled curly-haired darling while they suffered your highjinks with Christian patience, and you'll always remember it as being robbed of a sweet afternoon at the movies by your big brutal pagan blockheaded brothers! Do they read your blog? :^)

mythopolis said...

ahahahaha.....My sis is just a year younger, but as a kid I was gifted with this ability to scare her nearly to death! When she turned in at night, I would tell her "I'm coming to get you...at midnight." I would wait awhile then crawl on my belly in the dark into her room until I was on the floor right next to her bed, and slowly, very slowly raise my hand up over her face. She would scream bloody murder! I do love my sis, but there was some devil in me back then....that made me do it.

B.T.Bear (esq.) said...

Hullo agen!

Raven said...

I was the oldest, so I was the one inflicting the pain. LOL

Great memory. I always love reading your reminisces.

Rock Chef said...

New to me! Love it! I can remember driving my older brother mad like that!

Skunkfeathers said...

You're more gifted than I..I never managed to get thrown out of a cinema. What was I doing wrong?

X. Dell said...

I guess you got your opportunity. Just for that, I'll try extra hard not to get under your craw.

SJ's right. Interesting stories, good, witty writing. I was especially drawn to the post on Vi's boarding house. I'm chaastizing myself for not dropping by sooner.

Parabolic Muse said...

What great images you evoke! It's a good thing you remember these events because otherwise, I wouldn't smile as often!

lines n shades said...

just love the way you narrate :)

Putz said...

i had no idea you were a juvenile deliquent<><><>you are so BAD,.,.,.in all my years i have never been kicked out of a movie house<><><>bad to the bone<><><>