I swear I get more flash backs these days than an old acid head. One such memory that made an appearance this morning was this… The scene…It’s a fairground in the evening with all the swirling lights and thumping music. I am around 9 years old and dressed in school cap and blazer which is completely inappropriate attire for any fairground activity. My hand is being firmly held by my Father and we are heading towards a man who is holding a small monkey which is dressed in very similar clothes to me. The monkey didn’t like me and I knew it from the start, but no protest could stop the horror that was about to unfold. The monkey was placed on my arm with a view to a photograph being taken. I clearly remember my bony legs trembling with fear and this from a boy who wore an inscription on his cap “Aim high and fear nothing” but monkeys can’t read Latin and so it meant nothing to him, and to prove he was higher up the pecking order than me promptly pissed on my school blazer. This brought out a shriek from me and encouraged the monkey to press home his superiority by biting my arm. The whole sorry affair came back to me while out walking in the mountains this morning. I have never held a monkey since.
Posted on: Sun, 03 Nov 2013 14:48:34 +0000