i’ve been at historical sites all day so here’s a few redacted headcannons based on that 🤷🏼♀️
(totally not based on all the people i saw today, and i’ve never done these before so forgive me if they’re inaccurate)
• huxley actually likes the fife music that’s being constantly blared and has a bag full of everything anyone could need (protein bars, a handheld fan, bandaids, etc)
• babe is amazed by the costumes and the intricate hair
• angel is the one collecting all the flyers and papers and map and would wait in line for the horse-drawn carriage rides even if it was a 2 hour wait
• sweetheart is that one person is the group who actually made it through the hedge maze
• damien is the one pointing out all the historical inaccuracies and is the only one who brought their own water bottle
• freelancer wants to do all the tours and is constantly asking the tour guide questions
• damien peer pressured everyone else into putting on sunscreen
• lasko knows more than the tour guide
• asher is the one who wants to buy everything in the gift shops
• milo actually enjoys trying on the historical costumes
• david is acting like he doesn’t want to be there but is secretly enjoying the whole thing
• gavin is fascinated by the whole idea and keeps accidentally making the actors break character by talking to them
• lovely is the one admiring the architecture and vincent is making sure they don’t fall down the stairs while staring at the ceiling
• sam spends the whole time looking at the animals on their mini farm
• darlin’ won’t admit it but they love the live re-enactments
• asher and angel would both try the “historical” food while babe and david are looking at them in disgust
• freelancer refuses to take a map, but is somehow not lost anyway
• sweetheart is the only one who wins/succeeds at all the historical games
• vincent is stopping to take pictures of everything
• freelancer’s family used to go to them all the time when they were younger
feel free to add your own!!!
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I remember when I was about fifteen or so – we had to do a ‘work placement’ thing at high school. From high school. Whereby we would go to a workplace and try to learn how to be a working adult or something like that. It was supposed to give the kids experience.
So I registered to go and work at my Dad’s place for a week, because there was barely another option. He was a college tutor at an FE college in Fife, teaching drama.
As soon as I got there my father was totally embarrassed of me. For reasons I didn’t quite get. I suppose because I was quiet. I had just broken up with my girlfriend and that’s why I was in a dour mood. So I would tail him around in his office and he had other colleagues there who would ask me to do the clerical work for them. I made mistakes because I’d never done such things before. Maybe that’s why Dad found me embarrassing.
Outside of the college the drama students were doing this show in St Andrews. Which was where the dress rehearsal was.
So the students and he would go over to St Andrews, to this venue, in a minibus, and they would do the scenes on the stage.
Drama is something I’ve never been capable of. I simply have no thespian knack. In the same way that I’m not particularly good with maths, or, umm, cooking or any other thing. People have different abilities.
When Dad was running his scenes on the stage he came over to me and tried to get me to join in with the ‘games’ that they did before the performances. They would warm up with these games whereby they would throw a ball about and do wordplay with each other. To practise being extroverted. And I just didn’t want to.
And Dad got mighty disgusted with me that I didn’t want to partake.
So he gave me other jobs to do around St Andrews and one of those was to hand out flyers around the shops and cafés around town, since he didn’t want me around his students.
I got back to the venue in the evening and the rehearsals had finished. And then the students, father and me got back into the minibus to drive back to the college. During the ride, one of the girl students asked me,
“So how do you know Simon?” Simon was my Dad’s first name. And I said:
“He’s my Dad.”
And this shocked ring of oohs and aahs went around the students throughout the bus. That, yeah, I was Simon’s son. I didn’t really get why it was so shocking. I thought that they already knew. How else was I suppose to respond when somebody asked me that?
I got back home to Edinburgh that evening. I was staying at my Dad’s, who I didn’t usually live with. He lived with his partner, Jacqueline, and my half sister, Catherine. There was a dinner scene. Chilli and rice. He said that he was angry that I told the students that I was his son. And I didn’t really know what the offense was. And neither Jacqueline or Catherine said anything.
And then, when I was doing the dishes after the meal, Dad said something like,
“You never talk about anything!” just as unabashedly as that. And Jacqueline and Catherine were silent in the background.
It turned out later that my mother, before I went on this ‘work experience’ trip, had told my Dad that I had just split up with my girlfriend, and was thus a bit tender and sensitive, etc. My father had never said anything to me about it personally. And I only knew that he knew, when Jacqueline came and spoke to me about it on one of those nights when I was at his.
There were four days of me going over to his college and working there. Dad remained humiliated by my presence. And I didn’t fucking want to be there either: wasn’t learning anything valid.
And on the fifth day I was supposed to be there again, but I pretended that I was ill. And so I told my Dad that I had the flu. And he was readily able to accept my lie. He was very keen for me not to come in to his workplace for another day and glad I wouldn’t be there.
I’ve written on my blog many many times about my mother and my relationship with her. As you’ve probably noticed, if you indeed read the stuff.
But my father was a man who left my family when I was two years old because he had a relationship with another woman. And he had almost no involvement in my life when I was an adolescent. He just wasn’t there. Can’t give him any accolade for being involved.
And when I was 15 and I needed to do this shoddy shitty work placement thing, that’s how he behaved. And he was aware that I was already emotionally upset and feeling like crap, but he never made the effort to even speak to me about it. Meh.
But, hey. I’ve never developed an interest in theatre. I love Shakespeare, and have read all the plays. That’s about as far as my intrigue goes. When I read Shakespeare I tend to look at it, to read it, in a literary sense, whereby I concentrate on the wordplay rather than what’s happening vis a vis action. I do like the action as well but I focus on how the words work. Love Shakespeare, of course.
I can’t ‘write off’ my father. Because he was very supportive of me when I was at university. His inaction when I was in my teens was fairly destitute. I still don’t really understand why he was so ashamed of me when I was in his workplace. Only for being reserved and shy. That was about it. His partner and daughter thought it was super mean too.
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