Ode to Narrative

Uncle-Wilfrid

Born backwards;
could sleep standing-up,
lived in a world upside-down.
silent as light.
grafted like a Scott;
found and loved Cimbrone.
Stars that shine now.
The doctor (under)standing on his
head.

Explanations (for those who like them):

  • I was born backwards
  • My Granny used to chuckle telling me, how as a toddler, I would sleep standing-up!
  • My mother’s family were fruit-growers and provided the fruit for the family business ‘Scott jams’: my grandfather taught me how to graft. I am a grafter in many senses
  • Cimbrone is a garden high above Amalfi in Italy. It is where I honeymooned as a newly-wed. ‘Cimbrone’ is my wife
  • Stars that shine now: my son (‘Hale-Bopp’ in my films) and daughter Rachel (‘Binglety, Banglety, Bumpety’ in my films)
  • Standing on head: This refers to an old family doctor in Carluke (Victorian times). Dr Daniel Rankin used to greet his Carluke patients by standing-on-his-head! Almost as good as asking ‘WORLD’ to be spelled backwards?

The photograph (above) is of my Uncle Wilfrid: Athletic into old-age, he taught me to ski. In his 70s he won the Cairngorm downhill race!

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