It's never too late to learn to animate
We used to make our own hats … your Aunty and I … back in the 1920s when we were young. You bought your own felt shape, steamed it to fit, put on the trim and …
Voilà!
People used to say I looked like Gloria Swanson … which I did, if I do say so myself.
Where have you been? Have you got over your David Bowie thing yet? It’s all very well being upset dear, but people will stop looking at this if you just flounce off you know.
“Thanks a lot Mum. Actually, I have been trying some animating.” So where is it then?
“I think I have to start again. It’s all flickery. It’s rubbish. Sometimes I just feel like giving up. I’m old, I’m mad and I can’t do it … technically I mean.”
Nothing wrong with being old and mad, dear. I tried it myself before I died. And if that’s the way it goes … Well *San Fairy Ann.
(*Syb’s version of “Ça ne fait rien”)
I can see that it’s sad for you that David Bowie is dead, dear … but I don’t see why you’re quite so bothered about it.
“I think it’s because he was like … my own biographical Zeitgeist, Mum.” What? “… He was the same generation. The same geography when I was a kid. Streets not miles away from mine. I could have gone to the same school. Major Tom in his tin can – Space Oddity – I was at art college when that was playing on the radio.”
Oh, I remember you coming home from college for the holidays. I had to tell you off … your nails were filthy. “That was printing ink, Mum.”
“He’s gone, Mum.” Who?
“Major Tom…. in his tin can in space…” What are you talking about?
“David Bowie’s dead, Mum.”
“Happy New Year, Mum.” .. Happy New Year, dear..
“Another year older.” .. Speak for yourself, dear..
I was 94 when I popped my clogs … and 94 I stay.
syb & me 