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#169 Namron boom! boom! boom!

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she couldn’t carry everything on the donkey...

Namron

My Grandmother used to have this drink called sarsaparilla, or draft porter, and she used to mix it overnight. I would have to take it to the market in the morning, around 8 or 9 o clock, as she couldn’t carry everything on the donkey.

She said “You can take the Royal Mail bus”. So I’d wave the bus down, put the bottles in the basket and drove up to the market, about 2 miles.

Sitting there, all of a sudden, these bottles start popping – boom! boom! boom! They had these English corks, which meant they were getting ripe and ready for the drinkers who were coming into the market.

Precis

The beauty of being in a company of older performers is the kaleidoscopic range of real-life experiences that they bring to the table. These experiences cover everything from the vivid and strange world of childhood, to the unexpected late awakenings of old age. Take our newest batch of anecdotes, for example. These new stories are delightfully diverse: from the earthly, sensual joy of baking bread, to the cosmic dreams of outer space; from an unnerving encounter with a poltergeist, to the risqué glories of adult pleasure products and burlesque. Running as a rich theme throughout, is the possibility of love, and the simple wonder of human connection. As one writer tells us, in her story of funeral rites and flirting, “Amidst death, life goes on”, and indeed it does, delightfully so.

Edited by Barney Bardsley