Bigmouth has struck again and has offended a colleague and friend, as Morrissey sings “I’ve got no right to take my place in the human place”. So my deepest apologies to the person involved.
I don’t know if it’s due to my Tourette’s or it’s an unfortunate trait I’ve inherited from my mother but my bigmouth has got me into trouble before then follows the guilt and the worry about the damage that I’ve done to that relationship. Apart from this occasion a couple of incidents stick in my mind the first was when in my first year at secondary school I told a classmate whilst she was tucking into her lunch of faggots, mash, peas and gravy what the ingredients of faggots are, I was given a dressing down from our cookery teacher and my comeuppance was later dished up when I was forced by said cookery teacher to eat a bacon quiche that I had made during during a cookery lesson. (I had already at this early stage in my life decided NOT to eat meat or fish). My mother enjoyed the rest of the quiche for her tea.
Another incident occurred at the wake of a fellow a mancunian and former resident of Whalley Range, my Nana, where my Aunts had decided that my Mum should look after some of my Nana’s paperwork (birth/wedding certificates, photos etc) and of course I blurt out “But she’d loose them” (she’d already “lost” about 3 photo albums of pictures of me, my brothers and cousins) me and my brothers being those present who are aware of my Mum’s hoarding tendencies. My late and sadly missed Uncle/Godfather swiftly told me off telling me to apologise and take back my flippant comment.
These are the type of comments that afterwards you worry about, did Jackie ever eat faggots again? Did Uncle Keith forgive me for that comment about my Mum?