The Accident Book … extract # 13 (Watkins & The Accidental Ceiling of Great Joy)

The Accident Book … extract # 13

(Watkins & The Accidental Ceiling of Great Joy)

Those of you who joined me previously will no doubt remember the last unfortunate incident concerning Watkins. What follows is another extract from the ACCIDENT BOOK as recorded by Lord & Lady Northbunker on their estate in Dorset.

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The Accident Book … extract # 12 (Watkins: The Man Who Fell to Earth)

The Accident Book … extract # 12

(Watkins: The Man Who Fell to Earth)

Those of you who joined me previously will no doubt remember the last unfortunate incident concerning Watkins. What follows is another extract from the ACCIDENT BOOK as recorded by Lord & Lady Northbunker on their estate in Dorset.

Extract # 12   (Watkins: The Man Who Fell to Earth)

The Accident Book … extract # 11

The Accident Book … extract # 11

You may have noticed that I have not included any Accident Book entries relating to Watkins during the past few months. There are plenty but, quite frankly, relating them to you was getting a tad depressing. So I have been taking an accident-free holiday as it were.

But something amusingly ironic has recently occured and I am thus of a mind to relate it to you. As I have no doubt pointed out to you before, the Accident Book is quite a weighty tome. I often use it as a door-stop. Well, Watkins was busy perusing it in his shed the other day when he was was momentarily startled by an owl. 

 The result of said distraction was that the silly old fool went and dropped the Accident Book right on his foot.  He is usually in the habit of wearing a pair of sturdy old army boots whilst performing his various duties. This I am given to understand includes amorous activities with Mrs Watkins every second Thursday of the month. I digress. Unfortunately, on this particular occasion, he wasn’t. He came hobbling up the garden path in his socks in great distress and informed me of said mishap.

I immediately saw the funny side of it and Watkins just as immediately didn’t. He was clearly in dire need of urgent medical assistance so I drove him straight to the hospital.

After close examination, the young doctor in the A&E department duly informed us that the human foot contains 26 bones. According to his x-Ray, Watkins had managed to break all 26, plus another 3 that were completely unknown to medical science. The good doctor also saw the funny side of things vis-a-vis the Accident Book although Watkins himself was still batting for the agony team until the morphine kicked in.

You will, no doubt, be delighted to hear that Watkins is now well on the road to recovery. The Accident Book has been safely returned to my custody. 

 

The Accident Book … Extract # 10

The Accident Book … Extract # 10

Those of you who joined me last week will no doubt remember the unfortunate incident concerning Watkins and the Near Death Certificate.

What follows is another extract from the ACCIDENT BOOK as recorded by Lord & Lady Northbunker on their estate in Dorset.

Extract # 10

Apparently, Watkins is something of an animal lover.
Even as I write, he is out in the garden with Poppy & Willow, Mrs Blyth-Comely’s adorable pet rotweilers. She is away in London for a few days having breast enhancement surgery. So I have very kindly agreed to take them in hand for her until she returns.

Watkins appears to be having a splendid time playing with his new pals so I retire to the kitchen for a spot of lunch.

Just a few minutes later, I am joined in the kitchen by Poppy & Willow – minus Watkins. I feed them the remains of yesterday’s Sunday roast, tie them securely to the kitchen table and go off in search of Watkins. I find him having what appears to be a crafty nap in one of the flower-beds. I have a mind to chastise him most firmly for falling asleep on the job. On closer inspection it would seem that his canine chums have been just a wee bit too playful and have worn him to a complete frazzle.

I administer him with several medicinal nips of brandy from my hip-flask. I am suddenly filled with great alarm as the two hairy miscreants return to the scene of the crime dragging the kitchen table behind them. I prop dear old Watkins against an apple tree and beat a hasty retreat to the relative safety of the cocktail cabinet. Still, the emergency services are on their way.

The Accident Book … Extract # 9

The Accident Book … Extract # 9

Those of you who joined me last week will no doubt remember the unfortunate incident concerning Watkins and the rock group.

What follows is another extract from the ACCIDENT BOOK as recorded by Lord & Lady Northbunker on their estate in Dorset.

Extract # 9

Watkins certainly seems to have had more than his fair share of bad luck when it comes to the jolly old accident stakes. In fact, the staff at the Accident & Emergency department have said that since Watkins is such a regular visitor they all call him by his first name. I really must phone up and ask them what it is.

Also they are now apparently in the habit of issuing him with something called a NEAR DEATH CERTIFICATE as a nice little reminder of his latest brush with the Grim Reaper.

The Accident Book … Extract # 9 … Rock of Ages

The Accident Book … Extract # 9 … Rock of Ages

Those of you who joined me last week will no doubt remember the unfortunate incident concerning Watkins and the lawn mower.

What follows is another extract from the ACCIDENT BOOK as recorded by Lord & Lady Northbunker on their estate in Dorset.

Extract # 9 … Rock of Ages

Even as I write, Watkins is out on the patio with my son-in-law Steve who is busy rehearsing with his post-punk-revivalist band – the Fankful Deaf. Being something of a musical aficionado himself, having once played lead bugle in the Boys Brigade marching band, Watkins has very kindly agreed to stand in for Winston the bass-guitarist who is currently on remand in Strangeways for a spot of assault and house-breaking.  

Watkins is attempting to play the guitar with his teeth. I fear they may fall out at any moment. I also strongly suspect that someone may well have slipped an illicit substance into his pipe. He has been making increasingly lewd remarks to Angie the lead vocalist. These pertain to the exact location of her many tattoos and body-piercings. He has now decided to pick a fight with Big Ron the drummer. The air is thick with expletives and flying-fists. 

I sense a definite mood of anger and hostility within the group but I am assured that such violent behaviour and discord is quite normal and nothing to worry about. Watkins is now spark out on the lawn with a snare drum wrapped around his head. He has an expression of great joy on his face. Watkins, the wild-man of rock. Battered, bruised and stoned out of his tiny little mind. Still, the emergency services are on their way. 

The Accident Book … extract # 8 (The Lawnmower Man)

The Accident Book … extract # 8  (The Lawnmower Man)

Those of you who joined me last week will no doubt remember the unfortunate incident concerning Watkins and the bird table. 

What follows is another extract from the ACCIDENT BOOK as recorded by Lord & Lady Northbunker on their estate in Dorset.

Extract Number 8 … The Lawnmower Man.

Even as I write, Watkins is busy out in the garden doing battle with the old Atco Lawnmaster. It has seen somewhat better days and could really do with replacing as bits keep falling off. Rather like Watkins himself really. But he seems to enjoy the daily challenge of performing heart surgery on it and who am I to spoil his fun.  

The jolly old Atco suddenly sparks and roars into action like a leaping tiger. It is a source of great delight to see both man and machine united in common purpose. More than a match for the long grass bordering the vegetable garden.  

Oh dear. It seems I spoke too soon. The jolly old Atco seems to have developed a very serious fault which involves mowing Watkins. This could get messy. I am profoundly disturbed by the sound of his pitiful screams and retire to the library for a stiff drink. Still, the emergency services are on their way.

Summer Holiday – Stage 5 – Ich bin ein Berliner, Watkins

Summer Holiday – Stage 5 – Ich bin ein Berliner, Watkins!

We are now in Germany’s capital, Berlin. It is a splendid place. I once went out with a German girl called Emma. When I say went out that is just a bit of an exaggeration. We met on a train. She offered me a cigarette. She got out at the next station. Ah, those were the days. Watkins tells me that he once climbed over the Berlin Wall. This is his exaggerated way of stating that he once tripped over a brick. The tour bus beckons. Here is the German National Anthem. Watkins is wearing his lederhosen and I am waving a little national flag. Watkins, play the music if you please.

And the photographs …

Our Transport

Brandenburg Gate

Berlin Cathedral

Berlin Wall Memorial

Summer Holiday – stage 1 … in which we are off to Foreign Fields

Summer Holiday – stage 1. – in which we are off to foreign fields.

Today we are in London and intend  travelling to the coast and catching a cross-channel ferry to France. Our transport today is a 1960s London bus. Our driver looks strangely familiar. 

Here is the British National Anthem. Watkins, play the music if you please. Watkins and myself  will be doing our patriotic duty by standing smartly to attention while the music is playing. We may very probably salute as well.

Now for the photographs. Please note.  For the avoidance of doubt green speech bubbles indicate various utterances from Watkins. Blue speech bubbles originate from yours truly. 

Leaving London

 … and off to foreign fields

At the coast

And so, with tears in eyes we bid a fond farewell to dear old Britain as we set sail to foreign parts …

The 1951 Club is going on a Summer Holiday …

The 1951 Club is going on a  Summer Holiday …

It is high time the 1951 Club had a bit of a break. You’ve probably been thinking the very same thing yourself. So we’re all going on a Summer Holiday. I am going to assume the role of Mr Cliff Richard in the days when he was a teen-idol. Watkins has very kindly agreed to play Miss Una Stubbs. 

We will be starting out from London and our final destination is Athens where Watkins says he is meeting Shirley Valentine for drinks. We have decided to do the whole trip by bus. That should actually be BUSES as we intend to use the bus services of the countries in which we find ourselves. 

Each day we will attempt to post a few pictures of where we are. Watkins has also suggested that we play the National Anthems of any countries we pass through. You may not receive a post every day. It depends on finding a suitable internet connection. It also depends on Watkins and myself not getting locked up for being drunk and disorderly. There, I think that covers everything. Just off to  pack.