my word

Recent comments from the Komment King on the classic BBC radio comedy My Word has boynton all misty eyed about old family lunchtimes with all eight boyntons when this show would round off the fried egg or macaroni cheese of saturdays past.
This page includes a sample of the theme song - once Saturday afternoon wallpaper, now suddenly music with the evocative power of a madelaine.
This site includes a tribute page to Frank Muir.
And apparently we can catch MW at 5 am on Thursday mornings. That would be testing the nostalgic urge of a sentimental nightowl, but she might be tempted to tune in one cold morn soon.

On Sundays it was Flanders and Swann with the roast but that's another post...

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Comments: my word

"Roast spuds, spuds, glorious spuds. Nothing quite like them for ... " (A classic F&S as covered by Rambling Syd Rumpo.)
Posted by Sedgwick at July 24, 2004 06:18 PM

When very young I remember dining to The
Reluctant Cannibal...
http://www.nyanko.pwp.blueyonder.co.uk/fas/hat_canib.html
It was almost enough to put me off the Roast leg of insurance salesman...and glorious spuds served up on any given sunday.
Posted by boynton at July 24, 2004 06:39 PM

Eight Boyntons... good heavens!
Posted by vernaculo at July 25, 2004 05:27 AM

... and if one green boynton should accidently fall, there'd be plenty more roast spuds to go around.

Dietarily incorrect mother-in-law still cooks roast spuds in dripping. Damn the cholesterol and pass the ammunition!

'Good' Cholesterol Protects Women Against Dementia.
http://www.nlm.nih.gov/medlineplus/news/fullstory_19087.html
"Asked if the findings could be generalized to men, lead investigator Elizabeth Devore declined to speculate."

Ms Devore has a moral duty to undertake an across species study!
Posted by Sedgwick at July 25, 2004 08:30 AM

Well, vernaculo - that is - six boynton kids.
But still a lot of spuds for my mother to cook - especially as there were often ring-ins - the boyfriends of older sibs to dinner as well.
Lashings of gravy and sentiment...

Tried to find what Ms D means by Good, Sedge.
You skim through the article to find the egg or avocado specifications, but could only find 'one or two glasses of alcohol a day'.
Sounds ok - and I think even the invisible cohorts might be happy?
Posted by boynton at July 26, 2004 12:06 PM

Catholic boy in the US meant as an only child the wonder and rush of big family school mornings on spend-the-night sleep-overs. And what was frustrating usually for my friends - sisters in the bathroom, short-tempered parents dressing for work and cooking and finding school-books and settling disputes - was all great excitement, like camping at the zoo, to me.
I'm inclined to the opinion eight Boyntons is a thing for which the world is the better.
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The best meal by her enthusiastic testimony I fixed for an important acquaintance of near vegetarian bent was fresh black cod marinated in lime and orange and cooked in bacon grease (drippings).
I didn't tell her about the bacon grease til weeks later.
Posted by vernaculo at July 26, 2004 03:39 PM

Protestant girl with family of catholic proportions (first question everyone asked)
(No - just (free dancing) methodists)
But "camping in a zoo" strikes a chord too. Because we can feel like campers ourselves as the youngest in the zoo.
I remember when I camped in the hush of small families with the onus of order and limelight...could be disturbing.
I've lived alone for long periods of my life, but can miss the comforting chaos and chorus of zoo-watch.
Posted by boynton at July 27, 2004 12:47 AM