…but I stifled a cry of pleasure as I awoke to the welcome drumbeat of heavy rain which sounded like a heavenly annunciation that I would not be spending my day, as a latter day Sisyphus, endlessly filling and emptying a wheelbarrow with sand and cement. So now, I sit as a stranger at my keyboard, regularly casting nervous looks over my shoulder to confirm that the blessed rain, as seen through my office window, shows no sign of abating. In a comparatively short time I have been conditioned away from writing, cooking and, above all, taking pictures. My back aches less and my fingers are beginning to articulate without pain. How quickly we adapt. Maybe this only comes with age as I have distinct memories of my first efforts at being a “labourer” in the early 60’s. I had not long left boarding school and, although equipped with a rounded education, was not worldly wise. As was the tradition in those heady days I had “left home” and was living in a depressing “bed sit”. Earning money has never been my forte but an effort had to be made to pay for my new found liberty and I duly presented myself at Hampton Court Municipal Water Works where I had been told that there were openings for “labourers”. Not having any conception of what “labouring” entailed the first day’s work came as a surprise. One lasting memory entails unloading a lorry of bags of cement. I had no idea what cement was, let alone how much it weighed, so I happily joined the line of men waiting to be given a bag of cement from the lorry. It didn’t seem too taxing a job, from a distance, as the man on the lorry easily lifted a bag of cement and placed it on the shoulder of the waiting man who then strolled off chatting affably to his mates about fucking this and that as everyfuckingthing was somefuckingthing, but this lingua franca was new to me at the time. And then it was my turn and I smiled up at the man on the lorry who smiled back at me whilst putting a bag on my shoulder that was apparently filled with lead weights. My knees buckled and I was immediately much shorter. I was on my knees. I was fucked. I was fired. I do remember that labourers had good breakfasts as I spent my wages on one such “fry up” as I joyfully returned to the liberty of my depressing “bed sit” to listen to a man called Bob Dylan who had just made a record that celebrated being a “rolling stone” which seemed to be a pretty good career choice and which I felt needed looking into.
I’m glad the rain does not raineth every day..
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You definitely need bacon to keep your strength up 😉
http://www.mirror.co.uk/news/weird-news/church-bacon-offers-weddings-baptisms-5557509
I’m just back from Bacon mass:)
ROFL – it worked for the Spanish Inquisition 😉
Torquemada loved a bacon sarnie before going to work..in fact his name meant bacon sarnie in Spanish:)
That’s what Monty Python say 🙂
Did you see the this Margot Henderson film:
http://munchies.vice.com/videos/munchies-presents-margot-henderson?utm_source=munchiesfbus
It’s lovingly done and contains images of a young Fergus.
I’ll definitely check it out…after I’ve put up the curtain rail that has just fallen down:)
I’m sure you will enjoy it 🙂
Remember having those days when we lived in Spain except for the cement carrying bit 🙂 Back in the uk now. Enjoy your weekend
I try and keep my memories as free from cement as possible:)
My first job was secretary for an honorary Belgium Consulate. In a town where no one knew where Belgium was. The man was a misery. A Poirot sort of man.
Good morning, Roger. It’s spitting rain here, too, which does no one and the garden any good. >
Love the idea of not knowing where Belgium is….I’m going to Google it now so that I won’t be one of those idiots:)
We have one gorgeous, sunny day after another here. No brag, just fact. I love a good rainy day, just for the relief it provides from the gorgeousness. 🙂
…but you also have more poisonous creatures than anywhere else on the planet…just as well to have plenty of gorgeous sun with which to see them coming….all right, I’m jealous:)
🙂
I love a good “fry up,” it’s morning here in the States and and my taste buds cry out for one like that pictured above. I too would skip the beans and mushrooms, they just take up space where another egg could snugly nestle.
Well said…no room on my plate for beans and mushrooms:)
What superb light in these images.
And the food/coffee looks totally delectable. Gosh, it must be about 25-30 years since I’ve had a ‘fry-up’.
Just about the same for me….here in France it’s going to be coffee and brioche or the like….works for me:)
My Dad tells a great story about his first job (at a brewery on the Thames) where the workers, all Irish, would discuss “fuckingthis” and “fuckingthat” and “fuckingeverything”. He also notes that everyday the first barrel off the line was always opened so the men had a constant supply of beer. At lunchtime, they all went to the pub. Of course.
That’s how to keep a workforce happy….maybe we could do it for the Cabinet…just add a bit of hemlock:)
The coffee and breakfast look absolutely fantastic and exactly to my taste. However, I am afraid that if one is going to eat like that, one has to engage in the kind of labor you described.
Boy, it sure rang a bell with me. I was in high school and got a job driving a truck and doing odd jobs for a construction supply company. My wake-up came when my boss told me to take the truck and off load that railroad car filled with bags of cement……..
It’s one hell of a wake up call, Christian….:)
Glad the rain gave you a break from your labor so you were able to share this “fry up” story. I had to chuckle though when I read you were fired. Sorry. I love the little 1/2 tomato and three mushroom slices sitting in your pan…
That breakfast was a thing of the past…delicious as it was….:)
Good looking fryup and a cracking story as always.
I said it before and I’ll say it again – fuck cement 🙂
Our Medical correspondent notes: “It is a very unwise idea to have regular unprotected sex with cement” …..
Bahahahahahaha. That is very wise advice indeed! 🙂
I remember reading that John Wayne had licked the big C….that didn’t work out well either:)
Bahaha. This is too good 🙂
🙂
OK: first task for a busy day – figure out the conversation twixt you and Mad . . . well, it won’t be the first time but laughter attendant does make it worth while 🙂 !
Job done:)
Somehow I really relate to your experience , when you knees go down lifting that weight, except in my young life back in Germany it was tons of books I had to schlepp, as a professional book seller. Quickly I moved to a management position, but the weight of books didn’t lighter, instead now as I am aging my body let’s me know what I did to it in the past. Later on becoming a professional photographer after immigrating to the U.S.A, the pain moved up to my wrists and shoulders. But ” je nais regret plu vue…..?????Short on my French, as I just started to listen Edith Piaf’s old songs, to freshen up my French and old memories. But hey always up to a scrumptious breakfast like, without sausage please.
Books weigh a ton….we’ve moved so many times in our lives and each time the books seem to be the heaviest things:)
Yup it is
🙂
Note to self: It is always a mistake to read your posts at midnight. I shall now go to bed hungry.
A “fry up” before bed would be a bad idea ….and, to be honest, it’s too much work to do first thing in the morning…..so we’re saved from cholesterol overload and we still have a dream:)
You keep teasing us with mouth watering pictures of the perfect fry up. I have to admit, I’m glad today is threatening rain which means a quiet day to putter about. The sun will be out soon enough for the gardening. 🙂
We’ve had a day like that:)
My first time of lugging bags of cement around was but a few years ago as I was rapidly approaching 50 – I almost wish I’d had a bit of practice earlier as it was a huge shock to my worn out old body 😦 Mind you, we did have a few fry ups over the course of the renovations!
I was guessing that you were no stranger to cement:)
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I’m having a think about it…
I got my first job when I was about 14. It was a huge greenhouse and we were picking the tomatoes! 6 months after I still had nightmares and couldn’t eat tomatoes- I already knew how to make them red so no thank you…beautiful picture of your morning coffee☺
That’s quite frightening….how to make tomatoes red!
Not telling you…
…my imagination is running riot:)
Those bedsit days … so full of hope… so glad I’m not in one now. Have an Elizabethan sonnet running round my head now. You cannot imagine how exciting the rare sound of heavy rain is here in Dubai. Great fry up.
Yes, I imagine rain is a precious rarity over there…:)
That coffee photo was irresistible, pulled me in – and your “full English” has me feeling full just looking at it. Sure I’ve gained 6 inches round the middle (can’t call it a waist any more) just drooling over these. Thanks!
Delighted…glad you enjoyed it:)
Beautiful photo, great story with your special humor and outlook on life. Just saw Bob Dylan here in Nashville two nights ago! The first time was in 1964! …like a Rolling Stone…indeed!
Coincidence…I just read in our local French newspaper that he’s appearing in concert here, in the Vendee, this summer….:)
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