fairytales
Posted by katybrown | Filed under Things I like
After re-reading one of my favourite short stories last night for about 75th time I decided that the story of my life, compared to the heroine in the story, was a tad dull;
‘I was brought up in a 3 bedroom semi in a rough area of Cheshire (not that rough then!) to two teachers’. Zzzzzzzz
Compared to;
‘Pierre the daughter of a bumbling botanist and ravishing Italian soprano, sweet and shy and gangly as a baby giraffe, met a man with dancing eyes’
So I’ve decided to exaggerate mine somewhat (basically, lie) in case any magazine, person or tv channel, feel the need to interview me. Plus there a far fewer fairytales around these days, ones with happy endings anyway. Yet despite this I still have a childish belief in both. So here’s mine:
‘ I was born to a dancer mother from the South East tip of an island called England (sort of true). My father was a musular trapeze artist from the north (blatant lie), who spent his nights performing daring feats of acrobatics. They met one splendid summers evening on a canal boat that was owned by the Ringmaster of my fathers circus (he knew my mum through his friend Beryl).
It was love at first sight. He watched her dance and marvelled at her beauty. She liked his six pack.
And so I was conceived one stormy night in a castle on a hill in Scotland whilst the trapeze artist had his wicked way with the dancer and wasn’t quite ‘careful’ enough.
They named me Katherine (they considered Elizabeth) due to its royal connotations, obviously having been conceived in a castle.
The trapeze artist, the dancer and their two (they eventually had another one, who became a very talented footballer) bonnie, creative children lived happily ever after on a house boat (it reminded them of when they met) in the north-west of that beautiful island called England.
What do you think….better? K x
