I love dressing up. I really do. Have done since I can remember. I suppose it’s part of a classic ‘make ’em laugh and they won’t hit you’ strategy. See, I was a big child – an eye-watering 10 pound 14 ounce baby (sorry Mum) – but a wimp and an easy target. So playing the fool, and using dressing up to hide the fact that I was mortified, made a lot of sense.
This week’s prompt from Lisa Reiter is Bite Size Memoir No.8 “Dressing Up”. Which brings floods of memories back. But more images than stories. So this week’s flash will be about the Archaeologist; as he has already had the audacity to challenge my (in)fallible memory I expect a comment on this piece too. Still at least I get to set out the facts as I remember them first.
The Archaeologist and the Aztec
Long before science crossbred a geek and a nerd, the Archaeologist was a neek. Amongst other punishments I suffered for his galaxy-sized intellect was a trip to the British Museum to see an exhibition of Aztec artefacts. I remember a crystal skull and the mind-numbing boredom. He was as happy as a politician with a blank expenses form. Back home, unbeknownst to the rest of us, he made himself a cardboard Aztec warrior outfit. With it on, he announced he was going to walk around the neighbourhood. I can still see my mother’s anxiety and my father’s barely suppressed laughter as he set off, like a little lost parcel clutching a small sword. He spent an age out of sight, possibly seeking a neighbour to sacrifice, before returning for tea. The costume was recycled into a replica of the Black Hole of Calcutta but fortunately I was too big for it.
And here are some photos of me down the years, up to and including last weekend….