Friday, 18 June 2010

On Wigs not Wags.

I mentioned last week (Ramblings From a Misspent Week) the indignities of being led by the hand when lost on two separate occasions. It is NOT funny and I presumed it is a recent aberration in part due to increased years. Nobody is too sure as to the effects of a TGA I experienced a couple of years ago. (see blog dated 18th May 2008) To be told you have brain damage is both eerie and intriguing. Which bits gone I wonder. Then I happened to be reading my diary for 1985 and lo and behold, I find it is no recent 'quirk'. Seemingly there is no hope for this bumbling geriatric.
June 1985
To 'lose' someone in Asda, a huge local supermarket is quite an eye-opener. I spent twenty minutes trying to locate Paulette and trolley having spent five minutes studying the motoring section. Whilst Paulette melted anonymously amongst the milling hordes, another individual was so conspicuous that three times I espied him, unmistakable amidst the masses. Unfortunately the reason for his conspicuity was the fact that he so obviously sported a wig, a fact he no doubt wished to hide, an irony indeed. Seemingly the trouble with wigs is that they draw attention to themselves by the obviousness of their artificiality.
A Derby pub renowned for its tough Irish clientele has a customer whom I suspect boasts the world's most obvious toupee or wig. Ginger in colour, parted down the middle, it sits squarely on his large, presumably bald head, almost as if it had fallen from the sky, reminiscent of a furry animal or tropical insect at rest. One could not fail to be drawn, fascinated to such an unusual adornment. Whereby the large, fierce looking Irishman would look in your direction and you, in turn would focus your eyes over the head or shoulder of the gentleman in question, pretending to study a calender, a notice, even the wall itself. The joys of toupee ownership. Is it worth it?

Whilst I do not as a rule write much that is topical I could not help but notice that Nobby Stiles, an England World Cup hero of 1966 has suffered a TIA. He is two years younger than myself and I wish him well.


the fly in the web said...

Well, thank you, Ken...I now have an infallible way of finding my husband when he hides himself in the suopermarket...from now on, he wears a wig!

rhymeswithplague said...

Hello, Ken, I just caught up with your last four or five posts this morning and am sorry to hear of your in-hospital experience but glad to see you are back to your old, er, original self.

I myself am nine months shy of being a septuagenarian, which means I am actually well into my septuagenarianith year, which will end with the magnificent (or not) septuagenarianith celebration.

Your mind and fingers are still as sharp as ever.

Sueann said...

Losing someone in the grocery store or any department store for that matter is so easy to do. So don't feel so bad about it.
But using a wig may be the answer here. LOL!

Valerie said...

I've never lost anybody, but did lose my car once. It was, of course, where I left it.... yet another senior moment.
My apologies for a long absence, but I have found you again so all is not lost.

Nota Bene said...

I shall henceforth carry a spare wig...I've lost many an accomplice in the supermarket, though have obviously never been lost myself!

Kit Courteney said...

I've been horribly busy with 'personal' stuff recently so am only starting to catch up now.

I'm sorry to hear about all this hospital malarky...although I think you'd make a lovely patient!

Your mind is a very interesting place and long may it continue for you to entertain us all :0)

MYRNA said...

So sorry to hear about your recent hospital experience. For me, hospital stays are somewhat humiliating. I always bring a nightgown and robe, only to find myself walking down the hall wearing no underwear and a hospital gown that is open in the back. Now they give you another one to cover up the back...big deal!
I'm glad you are well and back to your "old" self. Septuagenarian....hmmmm....well, since I'm there, it sounds good to me. I don't get lost, but I lose lots of things. Sometimes I think I'm loosing my mind.

Grumpy Old Ken said...

Fly in web
Is he bald, ou're other half!

Grumpy Old Ken said...

rhymes with plague
Thanks Something to look forward to!

Grumpy Old Ken said...

They tell me wigs are expensive!

Grumpy Old Ken said...

Welcome back. I too lost a car in spain. Had crossed a bridge and was looking wrong side of the river!

Grumpy Old Ken said...

You bald, surely not!

Grumpy Old Ken said...

Thanks. i find keeping up with a blog even only five days very difficult. Are you the same?

Grumpy Old Ken said...

Love the picture of the back view! There's no dignity in hospital is there. another old un it seems!

the fly in the web said...

No, he's not bald, though they did their best with chemotherapy...if he were, I'd have no problems..bald heads shine like Belisha beacons under the lights of a French supermarket..

Grumpy Old Ken said...

fly in the web
Love the comment re French supermarkets! Obviously hubby has had his trials and tribulations. Give him my best regards. Behind every lucky man there is a good woman!