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Another
blast from the past.
This piece of Megsonia was published on the website on April
16th 2003.
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Ballyboke Bugle Saturday Supplement
Legend tells us that on St. George's Day 2003 the
white Knights of The Companions of St. Snoopy did mortal battle with
the noisome maiden-mauling, vindaloo-swilling Braggarts of Griff.
Today to mark the Millennium of this, the kid sister of all battles,
we revisit Snoopy and, in the tired and detested format of a more
famous but less worthy Saturday supplement, we subject them to a
toe-curlingly fatuous Q + A session. No names have been changed to
protect the innocent and it should be noted that the editor is
insolvent as he had to buy another loaf at lunchtime.
Home for Snoopy's Friends is a large detached
neo-Romany caravan which clings idyllically but frantically to the
westernmost tip of the third Reek from the sun. When I arrive I
find that all the others have gone out otter-tagging leaving the
paterfamilias to field my questions unconferred - thus at a stroke
doubling the fee. I am surprised to find that he is in fact
Sassenach-born, a cross he seems to bear with good humour and great
fortitude. Looking cool yet reassuringly avuncular in a cerise
kaftan with matching deerstalker and bedsocks he drapes himself
luxuriously across an accommodating ottoman and, sucking
ruminatively on his meerschaum, signals me to begin:
Q:
Firstly, a question often asked by housewives who can't resist a
flutter on you, is 'Snoopy's Friends' your real name?
A:
(Laughing and peeling a kumquat). Good Heavens, no. No that name
goes back to the early 90's when we were big in the world of rap
music. We have kept it partly for reasons of nostalgia and partly
to confuse the tax man. No, our real name is 'The Wife and Bairns
of Judge Roy Bean'.
Q:
When did you first break into the world of TV stardom?
A:
I think it was in 1685 (gosh I'm showing my age now!) when we were
lucky enough to be asked to host the popular light entertainment
programme 'Sunday Night At The Bloody Assizes' . Do you remember
'Beat the Clock-Watcher'? That was our idea. Of course not many
people had clocks or even TVs in those innocent days.
Q:
Do you believe in Life?
A:
Yes. Especially for those irritating people who insist on reusing
partly franked postage stamps.
Q:
And Death?
A:
If the black cap fits.
Q:
And Life after Death?
A:
No. The quality of mercy is not strained but droppeth like a gentle
Fr. Megson from the Premiership. Ergo, the two sentences should be
allowed to run concurrently.
Q:
And less boringly, what's your favourite Boy Band?
A:
(Polishing a papaya with gusto). Atomic Kitten.
Q:
What is your greatest strength?
A:
An esoteric knowledge of Irish geography. My family has had moles
in the Reeks for centuries and they keep us fully informed. And
before you ask we don't have any weaknesses. Incidentally, did you
know that the medieval Reeks were divided into 14 ridings just like
Somerset? Marvellous!
Q:
What is your favourite smell?
A:
Exhibit "A" from The Crown versus Keith Moon at The Old Bailey in
September 1972.
Q:
And your favourite fantasy?
A:
It used to be coming off the bench, still in my robes, to score the
winning goal in the All-Ireland Hurling final (a more dapper version
of that chap in the Guinness advert). I can't really discuss my
more recent one as it is currently sub judice - anyway it's none of
your business, slaphead!
Q:
What keeps you awake at night?
A:
Dangling participles, Schrödinger's Cat and bad-boy Braggarts
throwing stones at my window.
Q:
Should the Royal Family be scrapped?
A:
No, not all of them. Just the big fat geezer in the armchair. He
should be ashamed of himself, he should.
Q:
How would you define a perfect question?
A: One that is left hanging
in the air for a while before it is allowed to go begging.
Q:
What is the one most important lesson that Latin has taught you in
life?
A:
(Looking darkly into his half-eaten pomegranate) "Mens imbuta vino
volat ad pudenda."
Q:
If you could take only one dyslexic anagram with you to your Desert
Island to remind you of your colleagues in the Reeks quiz league
which one would you choose.
A: GRABING FFRIGG-RATS.
Q:
Finally, how would you like to be remembered?
A:
Instantaneously and for 2 points (imagine the ignominy if my family
had to confer!).
Fr Megson
Editor's note:
Julie O' Burchill is unwell (a vented spleen
following a surfeit of french fries). I'm sure all our readers
will join our circulation manager in wishing her a very slow recovery.
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