My 15 Nanoseconds

I’m famous! Well, I’ve been featured in public, which must count for something, I think. Andy Warhol once said that ‘in the future everyone will be famous for 15 minutes.’ I wouldn’t dignify my time in the spotlight as being that long but hey, we can all dream, right?

Some background is needed, to help fill in the gaps. A couple of years ago, a guy named Rhodri Marsden asked on Twitter for people to give him stories of family Christmases. Rhodri is an author, journalist and musician – a member of Scritti Politti, no less – and was compiling a book about what made for a traditional British Christmas. My elder daughter, Katy, shared a couple of stories with him and, following his acknowledgement, we heard no more. Until last May, that was, when Katy WhatsApped me to say that Rhodri had been in touch and wanted to chat about using one of her stories in his book, as it was a perfect fit. Fame at last!

I thought no more about it until Christmas, when the girls gave me a copy of Rhodri’s book (other gifts were available!). Here it is, in all its glory:

The book is a lovely mixture of funny and sad stories from contributors such as Katy, bound together by Rhodri’s witty writing. As you can probably guess from his subtitle, he based his themes loosely around the 12 Days of Christmas song. Very loosely, actually, with chapters entitled Eleven Sherries Swigging, Ten Carols Screeching and Five Broken Limbs! which is where I come in.

Nothing broken, in my case, unlike some of the other sad cases in the chapter, but this is me:

I would like to point out that the excitement of winning a whole pound on a lottery scratchcard wasn’t entirely the cause of my sedentary gymnastics. I was ill at the time. It was Christmas, and I was always ill at Christmas, according to our family legend. But no one really wants to know that, do they? Apparently my roll from chair to floor in a semi-comatose state was quite spectacular to behold. And it is now recorded for posterity on the printed page. Am I a star, or what!

We talked about the book for a while, and it brought back many happy memories of Christmases when the girls were little, not all of which were due to my various seasonal illnesses. Katy expressed a little disappointment that Rhodri hadn’t used her other story, though to be fair, now that I’ve read the book, I can’t see where it would have fitted in. I somehow doubt that he will be stretching the material he collected to a second book, and it is a pretty good story, so I’m going to share it with you, dear reader.

This one probably dates to when Katy would have been around 10 and Ruth 5. My ex-wife always prepared the table well for Christmas lunch, and as far as we could tell it was childproof. Yeah, right! A plastic tablecloth was laid on the table, above which went the usual linen job, all topped off with a paper tablecloth with a Christmas theme. For the kids, naturally. Despite the fact that there were three adults present (my ex-wife, mother-in-law and me) we made the elementary error of leaving the two member junior destruction squad unattended for no more than a minute or two between courses, while we were getting various puddings ready in the kitchen. Suddenly, there was a huge commotion from the dining room, and a shout that none of us was expecting: ‘FIRE!!’

As part of the table display, my wife had set out a large display bowl, filled with water and adorned with a decorative display of tea lights. As far as we could tell from the subsequent discussion, Ruth had been attempting to move a paper napkin to her Nan’s place opposite her own, and had somehow contrived to catch it on one of the candles. Not content with her nascent attempt at pyromania, she then managed to drop the aforementioned napkin onto the table, but missed the bowl of water and tealights. I don’t know if you’ve ever seen flames leaping a foot or so above your dining room table, but it is at once both spectacular and terrifying.

What do you do to put out a fire? You use water, of course, don’t you? Being the nearest to a water source, I grabbed it and launched it at the fire, accompanied by four hysterical female voices screeching advice. The fire was successfully doused, but what I hadn’t heard in my leap into Fireman Sam mode was the warning from my wife that the saucepan of water I was about to use wasn’t exactly as I expected it to be. My brain went something along the lines of ‘fire-water-saucepan containing water- that’ll do.’ Unfortunately my eyes didn’t take in the full picture: the saucepan did indeed contain water but, also, quite a sizeable portion of leftover peas which had been intended for use in the Boxing Day bubble and squeak. Oops!

I’ll admit to feeling very self-satisfied at the effectiveness of my fireman act, followed a millisecond later by a realisation that the water I’d used seemed to be very green! The ensuing panic then widened itself to checking that the table hadn’t suffered any lasting damage – it hadn’t – and to using copious amounts of kitchen towel to mop up all the water that Dad had just flung with wild abandon at the dining room table. Having done all that, we then embarked upon the Great Christmas Pea Hunt. Have you ever thrown a saucepan of peas and water at a table? The little green buggers can travel some remarkable distances, I can assure you! It took quite a while, and there was a careful balance to be struck between locating and rescuing the errant veg and not treading them into the carpet. Eventually we decided that we had rounded them all up, and could now enjoy our pudding, though the occasional outrider was still being spotted several days later. For some reason, my suggestion that we rinse all the peas off so that they could be used in the bubble and squeak didn’t meet with universal approval – in fact, it was the classic equivalent of the Eurovision song contest’s ‘Norvège nul points.’ Well, I thought it was helpful, anyway.

Christmas wasn’t always that eventful in our house. But at least, for once, they all forgot that I was coughing and sneezing all over them. If I’m honest, though, there have been better Boxing Day bubble and squeak meals 😉

31 thoughts on “My 15 Nanoseconds

  1. Annika Perry January 20, 2019 / 4:31 pm

    Clive, I’m chuckling away at your two Christmas stories. The pea and water one is hysterical and you describe it so well. I am just imagining the calamity and as for peas, it’s bad enough when you lose a couple from the freezer bag. I bet the ones in your dining room are like pine needles, you were finding them months later! Congratulations on your printed fame and another funny tale … I thought maybe this was a very long time ago when a pound actually bought you something, then realised they wouldn’t have had scratch cards then!😀

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    • Clive January 20, 2019 / 4:40 pm

      I’m glad you enjoyed the stories – both completely true and needed no embellishment in the retelling. Yes, the peas did keep cropping up for a while, but we managed to round them up without treading too many into the carpet! The pea story is from the 1990s and the scratch card from the 2000s.

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    • Clive January 8, 2019 / 11:28 am

      Thanks Janet. No dramas this year 😊


  2. browney237 January 5, 2019 / 7:50 am

    How did I miss this post. Very funny anicdotes or as my grandpa used to say after a couple of drinks antidotes about Christmas past.

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    • Clive January 5, 2019 / 9:00 am

      Thanks Michael, glad you enjoyed it. All true, too, and no antidotes in sight!

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  3. thejuicenut January 29, 2018 / 1:13 pm

    I’m sorry, Clive, I didn’t see this when you published it, just now seen a retweet on Twitter. Congratulations 😄 And thank goodness the second story had a happy ending.

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    • Clive January 29, 2018 / 3:30 pm

      No worries, Chris, there’s no compulsion to read my outpourings! It could have been a lot worse, we were lucky the table didn’t get damaged. It was black, so the scorch marks didn’t really show!

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  4. Still the Lucky Few January 18, 2018 / 5:26 pm

    I had the absolute pleasure of spending one Christmas in Britain. It was memorable—the British know how to do it! It was somewhere in the mid-1970s,— I would have to go back to weather records for those years to find the exact date. Because it was a record-breaking weather event, with rain as thick as fog pouring down over the ten days we were there. But it didn’t dampen the Christmas spirit, which was jollied along by fireplaces, lots of candles, chocolate, and good cheer! Thanks for your story—funny and sweet!

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    • Clive January 18, 2018 / 5:32 pm

      I don’t remember the weather being that bad – I guess we were used to it! I think we all have our own way of doing it. Back then, Christmas Day wasn’t complete without the whole family sitting round the tv to watch The Morecambe and Wise Christmas Show. This is mentioned in the book, as it was a fun way to round off a good day, and in those days we had only three channels to watch, so the audience was huge. Glad you enjoyed my version!


  5. watchingthedaisies January 16, 2018 / 12:49 pm

    You are indeed famous Clive. Fabulous. I love the pea story too. A great tale to remember at Christmas. Happy New Year. 😊

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    • Clive January 16, 2018 / 1:13 pm

      Thanks Brigid, it’s only a minor claim to fame though! Glad you enjoyed the stories. Happy New Year to you too 😊

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  6. Osyth January 16, 2018 / 8:32 am

    I’ll take your word for the ability of flung peas to travel far and wide, I think. Both stories had me giggling, which is the point and now I know that I only have to offer you a quid to bowl you over xx

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    • Clive January 16, 2018 / 9:18 am

      Probably a wise move, not something I’d want to repeat! Glad you enjoyed them, though I’d like to think I’d hold out for more than a quid if fully fit 😉 xx

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      • Osyth January 16, 2018 / 10:38 am

        That’s all I’ve got, I’m afraid so this will have to remain a fantasy 😉 xx

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      • Clive January 16, 2018 / 12:18 pm

        Another one of those disappointments life throws at us 😊 xx

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    • thejuicenut January 29, 2018 / 1:09 pm

      I can attest to how far they travel because although we’ve never had a whole pan of peas to deal with, every time we have peas at least one person will let one/some escape from their plate or fork, and we will spend an inordinate amount of time scrambling around searching for them before they’re trodden on and spread around the house!

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      • Clive January 29, 2018 / 3:27 pm

        They’re a malevolent vegetable, sent onto earth to trap the unwary 😂

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  7. Bernadette January 15, 2018 / 10:42 pm

    Isn’t it funny how the disastrous events are always best remembered and almost become nostalgic.

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    • Clive January 15, 2018 / 11:07 pm

      It sure is. For a few minutes we were doing anything but laugh!

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  8. endardoo January 15, 2018 / 4:59 pm

    Bit of a close (bubble) and squeak that! Good story though Clive

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    • Clive January 15, 2018 / 5:02 pm

      Thanks Enda. I wouldn’t recommend it as a Christmas party game 😉

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  9. Stevie Turner January 15, 2018 / 3:59 pm

    Congratulations Clive! We’re always ill at Christmas as well, and this year was no exception. Grr….

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    • Clive January 15, 2018 / 4:04 pm

      It seems to be part of a traditional family Christmas, doesn’t it!

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      • Stevie Turner January 15, 2018 / 4:17 pm

        Yes it does. I caught a bug from my hairdresser just before Christmas, but it seems everyone’s going down with it.

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      • Clive January 15, 2018 / 4:30 pm

        I’ve done it differently this year – was ok at Christmas but I’ll since! Hope you’re feeling better now 😊

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      • Stevie Turner January 15, 2018 / 4:39 pm

        Not too bad thanks Clive, but everyone at work is sneezing and coughing. It’s like working in a doctor’s surgery.

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  10. franklparker January 15, 2018 / 3:45 pm

    Loved this one Clive; I like your sense of humour. Now, can I bore you with my own Christmas story which, as it happens, had a sequel this very day.
    One of the many NGOs based in Ireland is called GOAL and every Christmas they invite people to walk a mile and make a donation. One of these GOAL mile’s takes place in a wood a short distance from my home. I did the walk on the previous two Christmas mornings and this year Mrs P agreed to accompany me. My mobile phone was out of charge so we left it behind. I got in the car and waited whilst she donned her bots in the porch having previously set the alarm. Now it’s important to note that our alarm is a monitored one – there’s a bunch of people in an office somewhere in Dublin 24-7 to respond to any alarm call.
    When Mrs.P got in the car she remarked that she’d accidentaly pressed a wrong button and set the alarm off. “But it’s okay I cancelled it straight away.”
    It takes less than five minutes to drive from our house to the car park at the woods. We were just parking when her mobile went off. Our son: “Are you alright? The fire service is on its way.”
    The alarm company, having failed to connect with my mobile had rung him. A quick turn around and we are heading back down the hill towards home. I can see the blue lights flashing on the approach road to our development. When we arrive we are very impressed with the rapid response, explain the situation and apologise for getting them out on Christmas morning (a lot of them in the village are part-time volunteers).
    This morning we got the bill in the post. Ouch!

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    • Clive January 15, 2018 / 3:49 pm

      Thanks Frank, that’s very kind of you. I’d be tempted to tell that story if I were you, being careful, of course, not to cast any aspersions about females and tech! If the bill is that bad, maybe you should consider crowdfunding for it? 😂


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