… Or looky loo in the US. The bane of emergency services as bystanders gawp at an accident in the possibly prurient hope of seeing someone worse off thereby validating their own luck. As a youngster we had a similar group who drove us bonkers. They were the tourists who stopped with no warning to goggle at the New Forest ponies that would appear out of nowhere or be congregating, on hot days by a cooling bridge or other be-shadowed structures. We called them grockles and we loathed them for their mindless behaviour, their selfishness and their indifference to the inconvenience they caused. The tourists were awful too.

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Pesky ponies… the New Forest October 2014 – jut as wet as I remember it from the 1990s

One urban myth had a misguided visitor offer a pony his sandwich; the beast bared his considerable dentures and lunged for the treat. The man’s hand did what nature had taught it – that in moments of attack it should take flight – allowing the multi-fanged equine psycho to sink said gnashers into the wing of his car.  There’s a strain of  te unreconstructed velociraptor about these creatures.

This week’s prompt over at the Carrot Ranch asks about a looky loo.

December 9, 2015 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write about a looky-loo. It can be in the general term of “looking around” or it can be a nosy neighbor kind of tale. You can also go deeper into the prompt and have a looky-loo at another culture (or your own).

So, Mary and Penny have new neighbours this week…

The world next door

‘The new neighbours have arrived. They’ve two girls. Har… and… Jai…’ Mary grimaced. ‘I didn’t really catch their names.

Penny rolled her eyes. ‘God you’re such a racist, mum.’

‘Penny! That’s awful. They’re just a bit unusual.’

‘You call Mr Khan, Mr Can. And..’

‘Nonsense. Anyway, I’m pleased they’ve come…’

‘Well I know something you don’t. They’re Sikh.’

‘Are they?’

‘I saw a man with a turban earlier. Kiran told us about that in class.’

Mary laughed. ‘I’ve a lot to learn. Shall we take them something? Jam?’

‘Muuuum.  Chocolates and wine.’

‘Wine? Do they…?’

‘Oh yes, Kiran said…’


And here’s where you can keep up with the ongoing soap opera that is Mary’s story

About TanGental

My name is Geoff Le Pard. Once I was a lawyer; now I am a writer. I've published several books: a four book series following Harry Spittle as he grows from hapless student to hapless partner in a London law firm; four others in different genres; a book of poetry; four anthologies of short fiction; and a memoir of my mother. I have several more in the pipeline. I have been blogging regularly since 2014, on topic as diverse as: poetry based on famous poems; memories from my life; my garden; my dog; a whole variety of short fiction; my attempts at baking and food; travel and the consequent disasters; theatre, film and book reviews; and the occasional thought piece. Mostly it is whatever takes my fancy. I avoid politics, mostly, and religion, always. I don't mean to upset anyone but if I do, well, sorry and I suggest you go elsewhere. These are my thoughts and no one else is to blame. If you want to nab anything I post, please acknowledge where it came from.
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8 Responses to Rubbernecking

  1. colinandray says:

    Grockles! I haven’t heard that term in years. I have a friend who lives in Weymouth and will always remember her statement that “we abandon Weymouth in the Summer because of all the grockles. We reclaim it at the end of the season!”


  2. Charli Mills says:

    Tourists are treated to tales of attacking moose in our region. Of course, a couple of them have bashed in the cars of looky-loos on a gawk. And as for your prehistoric ponies, awww, they’re too cute and fuzzy to have teeth and hooves… 😀

    Love the energy of the flash. We all need to be more excited for new neighbors or at least as excited some get for New Forest Ponies or Idaho Moose.

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  3. Ali Isaac says:

    Great Flash, Geoff! Really made me laugh!

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  4. Sacha Black says:

    Super flash. Love the word rubbernecking too.

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