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Which Lie?
Saturday, 18 October 2003 00:26Which Is The Lie?
Had a few responses to this, including a verbal guess from Katie earlier.
1. I was a fan of Joe DiMaggio before I was a fan of Marilyn Monroe.
This is true, actually. I certainly knew who Miss Monroe was before I knew of Joe, but when I was a kid of about 12, I got big into baseball (note: the Yankees rule!) and part of the reason for that was Joltin Joe, a man so elegant he could make a baseball uniform look like a Savile Row suit, as one commentator said upon Joe's death. And Babe Ruth and the rest of the legends. It's a bit like someone from thousands of miles away supporting Man U because they win stuff, but I will tell you this: Upon being told by my mother that she had booked flights for us to go all the way to New York for my 18th birthday, my first question was 'Can we go a few weekends later so I can catch a game?' or something similar.
That said, it was a couple of years later that I became an ardent defender of La Monroe, a woman of more intelligence and grace than anyone has ever given her credit for, and a woman of sometimes impeccable comic timing. I may like baseball, I may like and admire DiMaggio, but I love movies and I love Marilyn.
2. I used to think Harry Potter was crap and just for little kids, even when assured by my friends that it was great.
This is true. In my first term at university, Lisa the Canadian insisted I should give the books a chance. I scoffed... right up to the point I rented the PS DVD in California over a year later. The rest is history and I stand corrected.
3. I used to model bridesmaid dresses at bridal shows.
Shockingly, this is true. A mum at my primary school was a florist who set up a bridal shop with her sister/sister in law or something. Despite my utter hatred of skirts and dresses, I never minded doing that stuff for her- I was so little that I could fit into the small dresses but was still old enough (7-about 10 or 11) that I could follow instructions and stuff well and behave better than littler kids might've done. Jane always gave us little gifts after a hard day's modelling too- chocky and stuff.
4. I once met the Pope when he came to England.
FALSE!! I don't even know if the Pope has visited England in my lifetime, although I'm sure he has. This lie was inspired by a trawl through some papacy-related articles yesterday on the BBC during Journalism class. Small note: my grandfather died between the Popes. Pope Paul VI died in August, my grandfather died on Sept 25 and then Pope John Paul I died at the end of Sept. 78. He died, as my mama is fond of saying, between two popes, which is the kind of stuff only Catholics would possibly care about.
I have though, met Cardinal George Basil Hume before (obviously) he died a few years ago. He came to say mass at my parish church. What made this more impressive was that my godfather was the parish priest at the time and the brand new sets of vestments the Cardinal, his secretary and my godfather were wearing were all made by my rather talented mama. There was a reception afterwards and the Cardinal flicked my rather stupid hair clip and commented on it. I shyly replied to whatever he said to me that I don't remember while my mam stood next to me beaming and probably hoping I wouldn't make an arse of her. He was a nice man and I was genuinely sad when he died- not least *snerk* when his replacement showed himself to be a bit of a useless prat *snerk*.
5. I was once a much bigger fan of Elvis than the Beatles.
Sorry people, this was true, but we're going waaaaaay back in time. When I was a little girl, I believed my dad when he said that Elvis was the king, the greatest, etc etc. The first song I learned off by heart on the keyboard was Love Me Tender. When I saw the film Love Me Tender and he dies at the end, I cried a bit and ran upstairs and played it over and over on my keyboard until my dad came and told me that it was just a film and that he didn't die in any other films. He made me a cassette of all the Elvis songs I liked from his vinyl records.
Then as I passed 10, I realised that Elvis wasn't all that he'd cracked up to be. When I was very little, I believed my dad, who was never a Beatles fan. When I first got into the Beatles, he told me that he liked Paul and Ringo well enough, but 'those other two were just arrogant gits'. Which considering some of Paul's proclamations lately is highly ironic. That said, it was a tape of the Beatles culled from someone's red and blue compilations my dad had made in the 70s (although he didn't do 'I Am The Walrus'. He had his standards, apparently, misguided though they were) that kick started my love affair with my boys. It was stuck at the back of the tape drawer and I found it randomly. I played it and that, as they say, was it. So, my darlings, this being true is not the harbinger of the apocalypse. I was six and it didn't last. I've never loved Elvis one iota as much as I love the Beatles, but when I was six years old, I liked Elvis and didn't really hear the Beatles except on Capital Gold radio station.
Just to clarify: The Beatles are everything to me and always will be. That hasn't changed, so the world will still turn.
Will be back later with another post with fic and papal thoughts.
Had a few responses to this, including a verbal guess from Katie earlier.
1. I was a fan of Joe DiMaggio before I was a fan of Marilyn Monroe.
This is true, actually. I certainly knew who Miss Monroe was before I knew of Joe, but when I was a kid of about 12, I got big into baseball (note: the Yankees rule!) and part of the reason for that was Joltin Joe, a man so elegant he could make a baseball uniform look like a Savile Row suit, as one commentator said upon Joe's death. And Babe Ruth and the rest of the legends. It's a bit like someone from thousands of miles away supporting Man U because they win stuff, but I will tell you this: Upon being told by my mother that she had booked flights for us to go all the way to New York for my 18th birthday, my first question was 'Can we go a few weekends later so I can catch a game?' or something similar.
That said, it was a couple of years later that I became an ardent defender of La Monroe, a woman of more intelligence and grace than anyone has ever given her credit for, and a woman of sometimes impeccable comic timing. I may like baseball, I may like and admire DiMaggio, but I love movies and I love Marilyn.
2. I used to think Harry Potter was crap and just for little kids, even when assured by my friends that it was great.
This is true. In my first term at university, Lisa the Canadian insisted I should give the books a chance. I scoffed... right up to the point I rented the PS DVD in California over a year later. The rest is history and I stand corrected.
3. I used to model bridesmaid dresses at bridal shows.
Shockingly, this is true. A mum at my primary school was a florist who set up a bridal shop with her sister/sister in law or something. Despite my utter hatred of skirts and dresses, I never minded doing that stuff for her- I was so little that I could fit into the small dresses but was still old enough (7-about 10 or 11) that I could follow instructions and stuff well and behave better than littler kids might've done. Jane always gave us little gifts after a hard day's modelling too- chocky and stuff.
4. I once met the Pope when he came to England.
FALSE!! I don't even know if the Pope has visited England in my lifetime, although I'm sure he has. This lie was inspired by a trawl through some papacy-related articles yesterday on the BBC during Journalism class. Small note: my grandfather died between the Popes. Pope Paul VI died in August, my grandfather died on Sept 25 and then Pope John Paul I died at the end of Sept. 78. He died, as my mama is fond of saying, between two popes, which is the kind of stuff only Catholics would possibly care about.
I have though, met Cardinal George Basil Hume before (obviously) he died a few years ago. He came to say mass at my parish church. What made this more impressive was that my godfather was the parish priest at the time and the brand new sets of vestments the Cardinal, his secretary and my godfather were wearing were all made by my rather talented mama. There was a reception afterwards and the Cardinal flicked my rather stupid hair clip and commented on it. I shyly replied to whatever he said to me that I don't remember while my mam stood next to me beaming and probably hoping I wouldn't make an arse of her. He was a nice man and I was genuinely sad when he died- not least *snerk* when his replacement showed himself to be a bit of a useless prat *snerk*.
5. I was once a much bigger fan of Elvis than the Beatles.
Sorry people, this was true, but we're going waaaaaay back in time. When I was a little girl, I believed my dad when he said that Elvis was the king, the greatest, etc etc. The first song I learned off by heart on the keyboard was Love Me Tender. When I saw the film Love Me Tender and he dies at the end, I cried a bit and ran upstairs and played it over and over on my keyboard until my dad came and told me that it was just a film and that he didn't die in any other films. He made me a cassette of all the Elvis songs I liked from his vinyl records.
Then as I passed 10, I realised that Elvis wasn't all that he'd cracked up to be. When I was very little, I believed my dad, who was never a Beatles fan. When I first got into the Beatles, he told me that he liked Paul and Ringo well enough, but 'those other two were just arrogant gits'. Which considering some of Paul's proclamations lately is highly ironic. That said, it was a tape of the Beatles culled from someone's red and blue compilations my dad had made in the 70s (although he didn't do 'I Am The Walrus'. He had his standards, apparently, misguided though they were) that kick started my love affair with my boys. It was stuck at the back of the tape drawer and I found it randomly. I played it and that, as they say, was it. So, my darlings, this being true is not the harbinger of the apocalypse. I was six and it didn't last. I've never loved Elvis one iota as much as I love the Beatles, but when I was six years old, I liked Elvis and didn't really hear the Beatles except on Capital Gold radio station.
Just to clarify: The Beatles are everything to me and always will be. That hasn't changed, so the world will still turn.
Will be back later with another post with fic and papal thoughts.
