Fredebbie

Every Action has an Equal and Opposite Reaction – Newton’s third law.

This Newton guy knew what he was talking about. For every Borg there’s a McEnroe, for every snake there’s a ladder, for every sneeze there’s a tissue. No matter what (copyright Westlife) field we are talking about there is a nemesis, a difference, a chalk or cheese, an oil or water, an oil painting or a watercolour, out there.

(An oil painting if ever there was one)

Recently my son got engaged and to formalise relations my wife and I met up with the other parents. Being a conservative (quick disclaimer: the JW10 website is apolitical) I stick to the tried and trusted and avoid anything that could change my circumstances. In this instance I had no control and had to meet these complete strangers who will figure largely, if the engagement goes to plan; and the girl is a lovely lass to be sure, in my life in the future.

Me and the other dad got on warmly as did the women. The other guy was of the same kick balling favourites of me i.e. he was a Rangers fan. And we had lots more in common, he had the same absurd sense of humour as me and we seemed to agree on everything. And then I thought this Newton guy is not the genius he’s cracked up to be. His third law is mince; all our actions have an equal same reaction. Me and the other dad both liked Debbie Harry and Queen. Gaining confidence from this I recited excerpts from one of my poems about the Blondie singer.


(A little known Blondie song but beautiful, nonetheless)

BLONDIE’S CHEEKBONES

They’re a temple
That the Incas couldn’t assemble
Euclidean geometry
With angles of flawless symmetry
They’re the golden grail
Corpses strewn far and wide on the trail

Nothing on Earth is as desirable as this
The most incredible wonder in the universe
I fall to my feet at your throne
Expressing worship of the glory of Blondie’s cheekbones
It’s almost like they’ve been chiselled in stone
The immaculate conception of Blondie’s cheekbones

With much struggle, I was trying to steer the conversation toward the glory of the mighty Queen but my son’s future father-in-law kept going on about Glorious Debbie. And then he came away with the Newtonian the Third statement that made me think we are poles apart. He said in his teenage years his bedroom wall was a shrine to HRH Debbie Harry and multitudes of portraits of this beautiful woman adorned his four walls. What about you, he asked? After awhile, while weighing up the consequences, I said mine was the same. Truth be told, my teenage walls were decked out with the charismatic photographs of Freddie Mercury. Keep this one to yourself. And no, I haven’t written any poems about Freddie…

One day, watch this space, coming your way, in true Newtonian Third, the ode: Freddie’s Teeth.

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7 Comments on “Fredebbie”

  1. Expat Says:

    Forget the teeth. Focus on the glorious voice, the incredible talent, and the music that transcends generations. He is missed.

    And big congrats on the engagement!


  2. Glorious Ode to Debbie, JW, not to mention a Fab clip.

    I remember my absolute and horrified astonishment when I learned that Debbie H was 40!!! (I must have been at an age where I thought 40 equated with crepitudinous skin and a hump). (in fact, it did for me).

    But Never for gorgeous Deb, or gorgeous Freddie – always joy-bringing. Happy New Family!

  3. JW10 Says:

    Hello Expat,

    Freddie was and still is my hero. Don't tell anyone about the bedroom posters, though.:-)

    Freddie never got his teeth “fixed” because he thought it would change his voice. Even listening to interviews his speaking voice is … dulcet.

    Thanks for your warm wishes. The girl and her family are absolute gems.

  4. JW10 Says:

    Hello Dolores,

    Debbie was a smasher and contrary to other opinions I still think she is looking nice nowadays. I am a very loyal person, you know. Glad you liked the song. Deborah is also a good singer.

    Thanks also for your kind words. My wife enjoys the female company when the fiancé is (very regularly) in the house as it makes a change from her being with three big lunks.


  5. JW, I asked my girlfriend ”Who are Westlife, Debbie, Harry and Freddy?”. She said I live in a parallel universe. 😦

    But I’m delighted to hear of the forthcoming wedding. I remember taking my son to a wedding when he was 5 years old. We were sitting in one of the front pews, waiting for the bride to arrive, when he tugged at my sleeve and said “Daddy, I’m going to be sick!”

    I said, “OK, there’s plenty of time, we’ll go outside, across the courtyard to the bushes, and you can be sick there.”

    He whizzed off, down the aisle ahead of me, and disappeared into the church entrance foyer. By the time I got to the entrance, he reappeared, and said he’d been sick.

    I was puzzled and said “But that’s impossible, you couldn’t possibly have been sick that quickly”.

    He pointed to a box on the wall in the entrance. It had a sign on it that read “FOR THE SICK”.

    PS. I’m fibbing. But it’s a good joke. 🙂

  6. JW10 Says:

    C.I,
    I dare you to Google “Rod, Jane and Freddy” and click on a few of the results. This trio is the most incredible wonder in the universe- parallel or otherwise.

    Like your joke immensely and when the occasion demands will use it unashamedly. Next time I pass a box for the sick I will simulate vomiting in the box for the sick. Anyone around who is offended will be told that I’m only doing what it says on the tin.

    The wedding might be a few years away as my son is still a student (nineteen years old, or young if you prefer). Looking at his room I am in two minds as to what posters I should stick on the wall when he flies the coop.


  7. OK, JW!
    I'm only on a dial-up connection here in Tenerife, so it takes forever me to download music or video. But I'm travelling back to England on Saturday for the summer – and I have broadband there.

    I'll have a listen then.

    PS When my future son-in-law came to me and asked me for my daughter's hand, I said I was quite happy, as long as it was the hand that was always in my pocket.

    He protested that I didn't understand, he wanted my daughter for his wife. So I asked him what his wife wanted my daughter for.

    Parallel universes are such fun…
    🙂


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