A Short History Of Tilly Bud In Arcanian

15 Sep
Marc Bolan
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ar·cane  /ɑrˈkeɪn/ adjective

known or understood by very few
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Write a power sentence for every year of your life.

This is a surprisingly good prompt so I’m going to take it seriously. 

If you believe that, you must be new here.

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1963: I am born in Liverpool, England; President Kennedy is assassinated in Dallas, America.  I’m not saying there’s a connection, but…

1964: I am one year old.  The Hub is born.  My life as a cougar is pre-destined.

1965: My younger brother is born; I learn to wet my pants for attention.

1966: England win the World Cup.  I’m three. I don’t even know what England is, never mind the World Cup; but I am English, and no one can mention 1966 without reminding everyone that England won the World Cup.  It’s the law.  I have started to read.  Star Trek is broadcast for the first time. My geekness is assured.

1967: The 25th Amendment to the United States Constitution is ratified.  I will know nothing of this until President Bartlet’s daughter Zoe is kidnapped and he steps down from office to ensure America cannot be held to ransom.  I have not yet learned to separate fact from fiction.

1968: Something about The Beatles creating Apple; my lifelong abhorrence of insects in fruit is born.

1969: My parents move over the water to Wallasey and open a little grocery shop.

1970: They remember to come back for us.  Our massive Bakelite phone in the stockroom rings; it is a call from Father Christmas.  I have never forgotten it. He has.  Last time I took the boys to see him, I mentioned it and how happy he made me that day, and he looked baffled.

1971: KwikSave open a store just up the road; my parents think about selling up. Profits are down.  I don’t tell them it’s not the supermarket competition, it’s because I send my younger brother into the stock room every night to steal crisps for me.  Laura Ingalls models the character of Nellie Olsen on my younger brother’s big sister.

1972: My family moves to Runcorn.  I have a black & white Runcorn Weekly News photograph to prove it.  Not a lot happens in Runcorn.

1973: I am still living in Runcorn.  Marc Bolan dies.  You join the dots.  I have no sense of time.

1974: Abba win the Eurovision Song Contest with Waterloo and I love it; I have taken my first step on the road to being the uncoolest girl in school.

1975: Unemployment exceeds one million in Britain. Happy days.  The first public performance by The Sex Pistols.  An unknown Hub takes the first step on the road to being the coolest boy in school.  David Beckham is born.

1976: UK drought.  Midges everywhere.  Plagues of ladybirds.  The hottest summer in living memory.  I store the memories because it hasn’t stopped raining since. I have an Abba poster on my bedroom wall.  I am not embarrassed to tell people this.

1977: The Queen’s Silver Jubilee.  The women in our street work for a year playing bingo to raise funds for a street party.  I attend each weekly bingo session with my Mum, who pays all my fees.  When I win a bread board and give it to the first of my elder brother’s many wives, my Mum is a little miffed.  Clearly, she could see into the future and knew that bread board was going to have a temporary home at best.  Marc Bolan dies for real this time.  No one finds that suspicious.

1978: Ethiopia declares the West German Ambassador persona non grata.  Everyone is surprised to learn the Ethiopians speak Latin.

1979:  I am sixteen.  I am sweet.  Literally: my father slices me open and finds I have a malt centre covered in milk chocolate where my stomach used to be.

1980: I become politically aware, rather like SkyNet (or was that self-aware?).  This is not a good thing.  Rather like SkyNet.  The Empire Strikes Back is released.  John Lennon is assassinated. Coincidence…?

1981:  I turn eighteen.  My parents throw me the best party of my generation, all booze supplied free of charge.  To my eighteen year old friends, that’s all that’s needed to qualify for the best party of my generation.  I don’t drink a drop of it, being a good Christian girl.  I finally get tipsy for the first time, three months later, on Christmas Eve.  I fall over a wall and into my house and can’t stop giggling for a week.  I finally see The Empire Strikes Back.  With my Dad, who isn’t talking to my Mum and needs an excuse to get out of the house.

1982: I emigrate to South Africa with my parents and younger brother, much against my will. I sulk.  I meet the Hub on my second day in my new country.  We row a lot.  I could end the story of my life there, because not much has changed.

30 Responses to “A Short History Of Tilly Bud In Arcanian”

  1. misswhiplash September 15, 2011 at 09:28 #

    sometimes these prompt things can be very boring to read, one date after the other, yea, yea ,yea…
    But I knew that yours would be different . I knew it would make me laugh and it did.

    You aren’t in SA now though are you?

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    • Tilly Bud September 15, 2011 at 10:46 #

      No, I’m in Stockport near Manchester. Fifteen years now. Before that, 14 years in SA.

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  2. Cindy September 15, 2011 at 10:04 #

    Very entertaining 🙂

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  3. Debbie September 15, 2011 at 11:24 #

    I am amazed you can remember the various years and what happened. I can’t always remember what happened yesterday!

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    • Tilly Bud September 15, 2011 at 11:26 #

      If you look carefully, you’ll see I only remember bits…the rest is from Wikipedia. I’m not sure which is least accurate 🙂

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  4. Pseu September 15, 2011 at 15:09 #

    Vair amoozing.

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  5. earlybird September 15, 2011 at 15:14 #

    I loved this post, Tilly. 1967 had me laughing out loud.

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  6. slpmartin September 15, 2011 at 16:54 #

    This was much better than some of the history I had to study at university…a far better read.

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  7. SchmidleysScribbling September 15, 2011 at 16:57 #

    Oh Tilly Bud, I love you already. I didn’t discover Abba until 1994 when I was in Paris.

    You were born the same year as my oldest son…coincidence?

    Geez, I thought you were just a kid.

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  8. siggiofmaine September 15, 2011 at 17:10 #

    I love the way you think and love the way you write…love this post…thanks ☺.

    ☮ ♥ Siggi in Downeast Maine

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    • Tilly Bud September 17, 2011 at 09:54 #

      I love your comment. Keep ’em comin’ 🙂

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  9. We're Jumpin' September 15, 2011 at 17:17 #

    lol@learn to pee your pants for attention. Thanks for the giggles (again) 🙂

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  10. Big Al September 15, 2011 at 18:41 #

    I had always heard there was an “Invasion of the Body Snatchers” event in England back in ’79. I just didn’t know the perpetrators were Maltesers. Now I do.

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  11. Lorna's Voice September 15, 2011 at 21:17 #

    Oh, I have a feeling that you could come up with some really good material for the 80s–disco, Baby!

    AN absolute riot of a post. Thanks for the laughs–you named your blog perfectly! 😉

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  12. Hattie September 15, 2011 at 21:20 #

    Love this. That summer of ’76. Wasn’t that something. Living in Switerland at the time, I got over to England for a holiday in Cornwall. I was pregnant with my second daughter at the time.
    Now I live in Hawaii, and a good move that has been!

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    • Tilly Bud September 17, 2011 at 09:55 #

      I’ll bet! I’m not at all jealous 🙂

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  13. kateshrewsday September 15, 2011 at 22:03 #

    That was a bit of luck, meeting Hub on the second day!
    (And I’ve done the falling-over-a-wall-thing. My head hurt later, on so many levels)

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  14. Pseu September 15, 2011 at 23:23 #

    Summer of 76, we were in the Lake District when that summer sunshine broke….a wet holiday after all!!!

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    • Tilly Bud September 17, 2011 at 09:56 #

      No! You can always count on the Lake District 🙂

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  15. molly September 16, 2011 at 04:03 #

    Fun loving and fabulous,Tilly, when it comes to humour, you bend it like Beckham, cheers catchul8r molly

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    • Tilly Bud September 17, 2011 at 09:56 #

      Your comment tickled me, thank you. I just wish it was David Beckham doing the tickling 🙂

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  16. ElizOF September 17, 2011 at 11:51 #

    You’ve had quite the exciting life Tilly… Keep it up. 🙂

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  17. sarsm September 19, 2011 at 06:39 #

    I really like this post Tilly!

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I welcome your comments but be warned: I'm menopausal and as likely to snarl as smile. Wine or Maltesers are an acceptable bribe; or a compliment about my youthful looks and cheery disposition will do in a pinch.

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