Gossiping Heads
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Gossiping Heads
Beautifully shot in video, like the Talking Heads programmes, we see a
northern front room. Stephen is sitting there, in drag, a cup of tea
and a biscuit in one hand, a family album in the other. He looks
through some photographs.
Stephen Oh, yes ... yes ... well, I'll never forget this one. That was
before they pulled down the gasworks and built that Netto
Superstore. Oh, he looks good in his Littlewood's Keynote
cardie, does our Alan. I said at the time, I said "Alan, if you
want to get on in the world, you'd be wise to write down
everything I say, because it's gold, is what I say. And don't
hog the Peak Freenes, lad. Pass them round." Lovely boy he was.
Teeth weren't his strong feature, of course, and his hair
wasn't what you'd call Leslie Howard, but I always say, "Teeth
is teeth, what does it matter so long as you've got your
wealth?" He said, "I can't wait to get out of here, Auntie Ivy,
and make my fortune down south." I said to him, straight, I
said, "Alan," I said, "I may not be as cabbage looking as my
tongue is a fisherman's doiley, but what's London got that you
won't find in the Arndale Centre in Todmodern?" Well, he was
stuck for a reply. I said, "You want sophistication, you stick
with us up here, love." He knew I was right, bless him. I mean
we've got a Body Shop in the parade now and you can't move for
Volvo's in the autumn months. But then he's always had his head
in the clouds has our Alan. Caught him trying to scour a milk
pan with a tea bag once. I said "It's all very well knowing
long words, but if you can't tell the difference between a box
of brillo pad and a packet of Typhoo One-Cup, you'll never get
on." I'll go to the back of our fridge.
He did leave, though. Got a scholarship to Oxford. I said,
"You make sure as there's somewhere as you can buy Kendall Mint
Cake, and a good bar of Wright's coal tar soap, because they've
no idea, down there." Well, I mean fancy ideas and tropical mix
croutons are all very well, but they don't get the Vimto
buttered, do they? For all your fine Italian red lettuce, which
to my mind tastes as bitter as a Skipton wind. He said "Auntie
Ivy, I'll be fine." Well of course I didn't know him when he
came back. Green corduroy jacket and duffle coat, horn-rimmed
spectacles you could eat parsley out of and a head crammed with
I don't know what. And books, you've never seen so many. Some
of them that dirty I blushed to the roots of my Playtex. I
said, "Alan," I said, "those books are going straight into the
Hotpoint and no buts." Came up lovely they did. Amazing what a
bit of Lenor can do if you've a mind. No, but that Oxford and
his smart friends, they've changed him. Ideas, that's what it
is. I said, "What use is ideas when you've a capon to baste and
the tally-man's due any minute? Name an idea," I said, "that
can get the front steps scrubbed, the sausages pricked and the
navel oranges squeezed in time for a meat tea and finger
buffet." Well, he didn't know which way to look. These Oxford
types, they're all apricot facial scrub and yesterday's suet
turnover: to look at them you'd think a packet of Bachelor's
Savoury Rice wouldn't melt in their Vosene Medicated, but
they've no savvy. I could take a Black and Decker nose drill to
the pack of them and still have change left over for a bag of
peanut brittle.
Left home of course, got involved with the BBC, all party
eggs and tomato chutney. Next thing I know he's got a damehood
and a brand new hostess trolley to show for it. They'll fall
for anything them Londoners. Well, I'm off down to Morrison's
for a jar of melon lip balm and a four-pack of interuterine
devices. Got that Pat Routledge round for elocution lessons at
twelve. Tarra.
VOX POP
Hugh Okay, so the woman was mad. She was mad, she was paranoid, she
was megalomaniac and she was completely deluded. But somehow
when she was in charge, you know, Blue Peter was Blue Peter.