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Knobhead
Just watched Dead Good Job and it reminded me of this episode.
My uncle had died so I agreed to take dad to the funeral along with two of his brothers. We all lived in different villages dotted around the peak district so the rout to pick them up was a bit circuitous. Having phoned each of them to warn them I was setting off I at least thought they would be ready, some chance! We were late, but it was OK because Uncle Ron knew how to get to Chesterfield crematorium. What he didn’t say was it was 40 years since he’d last been there! Of course we got lost, the copper that pulled me for speeding let me off and gave us directions. Right if we get a move on we can make it. I’m fuming by this time and there’s a row of slow moving cars in front so I got my foot down. Eeerr we were supposed to be a part of the cortège not overtaking it.
Finally sat in the crematorium, heads bowed, curtains closing, etc. Dad turns to me (typical dower Derbyshire farmer) “The’ dunner burn good wood like that do the’”. Fighting back a laugh, “no dad, it’s cardboard”. “Oh”… silence… “Wot do the’ do wit’ ‘andles”. That was it, I burst out laughing!
Nobody spoke to me at the wake!
My uncle had died so I agreed to take dad to the funeral along with two of his brothers. We all lived in different villages dotted around the peak district so the rout to pick them up was a bit circuitous. Having phoned each of them to warn them I was setting off I at least thought they would be ready, some chance! We were late, but it was OK because Uncle Ron knew how to get to Chesterfield crematorium. What he didn’t say was it was 40 years since he’d last been there! Of course we got lost, the copper that pulled me for speeding let me off and gave us directions. Right if we get a move on we can make it. I’m fuming by this time and there’s a row of slow moving cars in front so I got my foot down. Eeerr we were supposed to be a part of the cortège not overtaking it.
Finally sat in the crematorium, heads bowed, curtains closing, etc. Dad turns to me (typical dower Derbyshire farmer) “The’ dunner burn good wood like that do the’”. Fighting back a laugh, “no dad, it’s cardboard”. “Oh”… silence… “Wot do the’ do wit’ ‘andles”. That was it, I burst out laughing!
Nobody spoke to me at the wake!