Diehards

Thursday, 4 October 2007

Jackanory

Inspired by that old bearded rambler I thought I might try an audio blog so here is my favourite innuit tale for you to listen to, hope you enjoy it.

17 comments:

Kim Ayres said...

Superb, Eryl. That was wonderful!

I hope this is the first of many

PI said...

I could hear every word. Excellent. Is it you? Does nobody in Scotland have a Scottish accent? Do tell me Maroon has.

Eryl Shields said...

Kim ~ Thank you, I think it might!

Pi ~ It is me - although I've lived in Scotland for exactly half my life it seems it was that first half, in Kent, that shaped my accent.

Sam, Problem-Child-Bride said...

That's an amazing story. I haven't heard anything like it before. Is it your's or an old folk tale?

Why did she change back from a sled to a vagina? I might have kept the penis just for the sheer convenience in toileting matters it gives a man, but I'm curious now. Is there really no difference in being a man or a woman when you're on your own? Is it other people who give us our sex?

I was expecting a kind of Borders accent and had imagined a totally different voice for you. It's fascinating to find out how much we've just assumed about a person. It took me ages to get used to Kim's voice when he did his first podcast and, of course, now I can't imagine him any other way.

It was great to hear you; you tell a story beautifully.

Eryl Shields said...

Sam ~ I really should have credited my source, Angela Carter's book of fairy tales which is absolutely fantastic and also beautiful to behold, I don't know where my manners went!

Yes! it's questions such as yours that make me love the tale so much, it is only tiny but so many questions arise from it. Since finding it I have become fascinated by innuit culture and really hope to go to northern Canada one day and see for myself. I discovered a great poem called Ptarmigan which just makes you go 'WHAAAAT!!!!!' The Innuits have interpreted the world and humanity in a toally different way to us comfortable westerners.

Mary Witzl said...

I enjoyed this, Eryl.

Like Sam, I thought I might want to hang on to the penis, or perhaps I'd lose it, then change back to it for travel purposes. I will never forget having been stuck with all the other women on a bus once while all the men got off and handily relieved themselves. Most of the time I thank God to have been born female, but when traveling there is no doubt about it: the male is more practically equipped for the quick and easy pee.

Dr Maroon said...

Alas and alackaday! I'faith ah canna listen to your tale. I would need earphones. Have you an estuary accent? My friend's from the Isle of Sheppey and has a cracking accent and she's been here for 30 years.

Eryl Shields said...

Mary ~ have you not heard of the 'she-pee'? It's a handy device that you slot into your trousers for the purposes of peeing in awkward situation. I've never actually seen one but my sister-in-law was telling me all about it and I keep meaning to check it out on the internet. I have to confess to being rather shamless about relieving myself in bushes and behind trees when the need arises. I spend quite alot of time in the hills and so have had to get used to it, now the side of any road will do.

Oh Doc how annoying I will have to type the story out especially for you, I think you'll like it.

I do indeed have an estuary accent but probably not as fabulous a one as your friend, the isle of Sheppy is a wild and wonderful place and the accent reflects that. I grew up a bit too close to the establishment.

PI said...

Don't tell me Tonbridge or Tunbridge Wells. Your Ma might have bought your school uniform in my shop.

Eryl Shields said...

Not that close Pat! Though we did visit both quite often. No, I grew up in Gillingham which was, still is, a really peculiar place. It had two distinct types of inhabitant, the local ultra working class population and people like us who couldn't afford London but commuted and so lived in a kind of liminal between the two places. Actually this is giving me an idea for a post...

Did you have a school uniform shop? Wow!

Carole said...

Wonderful story. Your voice is delightful. I, like Kim, hope this is the first of many.

Eryl Shields said...

Thanks Carole, check out Kim's new Storytelling blog it's gonna be great!

Pendullum said...

What a beautiful storytellers voice you have...
You sound exactly as I thought you would...
And it was a wonderful story....

Eryl Shields said...

Pen ~ You're back, hurrah! It's a bit late now so I will pop over to see you whilst enjoying my morning cuppa tomorrow.

Carole said...

Don't have much to say except that I am missing your posts. Hope all is well in your world.

Mary Witzl said...

Eryl -- I was POSITIVE that I'd added an amusing response here some weeks back -- but it's not there!

I have heard of the Shee-pee, and believe me, if you ever take a long bus journey in Mexico, you should invest in one of these first. All the way back on my own long, miserable bus journey (Mexico City to Mexicali), I was designing just such a device in my mind's eye. I'm fine with al fresco peeing myself, but not when I'm the cynosure of all lecherous eyes on a bus journey. I didn't even know the fellows, but they were already acting as if they knew me; no telling what message squatting in the bushes might have sent out.
With a Shee-pee, a plastic container and a pancho, I could have had a far more comfortable journey.

Eryl Shields said...

Carole ~ Thanks, it's nice to be missed.

Mary ~ I once read a book, can't remember the name of it or the writer, in which the main protagonist had no qualms about dropping her trousers and peeing, whoever was around. You just knew she was bad.

Apparently the she-pee takes a bit of practice. I'm seriously considering buying one for each of my girlfriends for Christmas though.