Toddlepip, tiddlypong and fair isle jumpers all belong to that class of things that were consigned to history thanks to the adoption of the interweb. It is now very simple to debunk these things as transitory or even illusionary. Many have said that many of our great states people of the past never really existed but thankfully we have a resource that can definitively squash such comment and innuendo.
The clog wearing rats of Ruch – debunked after an exhaustive investigation on a Sunday afternoon amongst the pyracantha .
Alphonse’s woodpidgeon haul, confirmed by photographic evidence and published the the Ruch times.
Mr Cedric’s inability to notice anything due to the proximity of a large stick, confirmed personally in the back garden without the need of the interweb.
I know it seems obvious to the young people among us that the fair isle jumper never really existed, like the nylon jogging suit or Draylon trousers but can I say this: tisch! Your time will come when all will become conjecture and myth and rumour.
In the days when we still harboured thoughts of the magical, before Bishops, Doctors of science and the sliced loaf, easier, slower times, I slept more soundly in my sheets thinking of scratchy jumpers and self lighting trousers. My Mum would read me a story all about Mr Chump the prime ministers dog and his adventures in Europe and closing the book a few seconds later I could slide down the nylon sheets inducing ten degree burns ( all before health and safety of course).
Now what have we got: Duvets, central heating and politicians – it’s no way to carry on.
Marcel, a pint of the green stuff if you’d be so kind.
Ruby&Ruch 