Thursday, 23 August 2012

Bed Knobs and Herr Flicks

I always had mixed feelings about some Disney films - I liked Mary Poppins (a bit too prim and prissy, though I always suspected she would have made a very interesting Dominatrix), but disliked Bedknobs and Broomsticks (such annoying children).  However, the latter film was brought to mind by some recent events.

Let's get to Bed Knobs first.  Now, I know precisely what you are thinking, and I couldn't blame you, given my particular daily routine.  But you'd be wrong.  I'm not talking about those sorts of knobs.  Readers of my blog will be aware that recently I found an apartment to entertain my visitors in.  I duly arranged a brand new bed (one didn't come supplied with the offer of the room, sadly) and began to, well, make use of the new bed.  After a week or so I noticed an ominous creaking when the bed was being used 'vigorously'.  This became louder and louder, until one gentleman commented on it - I think he may have thought it was his knee joints at first.

Now, a bed is somewhere I spend a fair amount of time, so it is imperative that it is a) comfortable, b) easy clean c) not too loud to scare/interest/puzzle the neighbours and d) not likely to collapse at any given moment.  Considering these requirements, I had to give the original retailers a call.  Now, I may have called them 'Bed Knobs', but in truth, they were very, very kind, but absolutely not happy at my suggestion of returning the abused bed to the shop - I had to have a (no doubt) specially-trained chap visit the apartment (no, he didn't want to try the bed, either...) and assess the disfunctioning furniture first.  So, a long wait and lots more creaking before it could even be looked at.  They sent out a dapper gentleman who quickly saw the bed was rubbish, and promised to have it collected and money returned.  Bed duly dismantled, where it is now blocking the apartment kitchen, much to the pleasure of the householder.  Oh well.  The good news is, of course, that my new bed has just arrived and is in situ in the 'boudoir'.  And awaiting it's first 'christening'. 

So, on to Broomsticks, or, as the title says, Herr Flicks.  Yes, it was a trip back to the 1940's again, this time at Lytham.  I'd never visited Lytham previously, and was bowled over by the pretty little town.  A vibrant town-centre, and some lovely little houses and streets were a wonderful back-drop to the event itself, based primarily around the seafront area.  I knew it was going to be a great day when on first arriving close to the 1940's event I was confronted by a particularly lovely sight - 'Allo, allo,' I thought - a French floozie in full 'Yvette Carte-Blanche' regalia, bicycling her way down the street, no doubt making all the nearby chaps stand to attention.  When I caught up with her later I certainly passed on secret information that I hoped would prove useful to the Allied cause (you have my number, C, wink wink!).  There were certainly a few photographers who seemed very keen on getting a picture of us together.

Dexi - 1940's Weekend Lytham


I managed to behave myself, and I'm glad to say that the weather behaved, too, and remained rain-free for the day.  Best wishes for the Lytham Spitfire fund, and I hope the day was a success for them, too.  Oh, and before I, ahem, depart, I really loved, this, too - talk about having one last ride....

Dexi - 1940's Weekend Lytham
This coming weekend I'm heading south - this time to the Twinwood festival.  My stockings, high-heels and dresses are already packed and looking forward to the music, stalls and people I'll get to see.



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