Music Played13 items
Bachman-Turner Overdrive You Ain't Seen Nothing Yet
And The Road Goes On Forever Vol 1, Debutante
Keane Silenced By The Night
(CD Single), Island, 1
Kate Bush Wow
Lionheart, EMI, 9
Take That The Flood
(CD Single), Polydor, 16
Wings Maybe I'm Amazed
Wings Over America, Parlophone, 12
Engelbert Humperdinck Love Will Set You Free
(CD Single), Conehead, 1
The Supremes The Happening
Diana Ross & The Supremes - 40 Motown, Polygram Tv
Gerry Rafferty Night Owl
Gerry Rafferty - Right Down Line, EMI
Radiohead No Surprises
The 1999 Brit Awards (Various Artists, Columbia
Rumer P.F. Sloan
(CD Single), Atlantic, 1
Chicago Baby What A Big Surprise
Chicago - If You Leave Me Now, CBS
Bruce Springsteen Death To My Hometown
Wrecking Ball, Columbia, 1
Chuck Berry Route 66
The Chess Years, Chess, 3
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Today's Confession: Suck It And See
Dear Father Simon and the collective,
I listen with interest to the Confessions read out on your show in the evenings with my 2 children, and I now feel the time is right to unburden myself of the guilt I have carried with me for some 35 years.
My confession dates back to the mid-1970s when my childhood experience was somewhat different to that which my own children have nowadays. As the youngest of 3 daughters to hard-working parents who owned their own newsagents shop in a village in Norfolk that was open 6 and-a-half days a week, I was often left to find my own entertainment. However my confession relates to a time when my family were forced to endure the afternoon together.
Once a month my parents would make the one and-a-half hour journey to visit my grandparents for Sunday dinner. My parent's shop closed at midday on a Sunday and we 3 girls were bundled reluctantly into the car to make the journey to visit my grandparents.
I pause the story momentarily, Father Simon to explain that I have never liked nuts of any kind, not in a nut allergy sort of way, but the texture and dryness of nuts I have always found rather repulsive. Even now in my 40s, I cannot bring myself to eat them despite their health benefits.
I return to my story Father Simon, back to the 1970s. Imagine if you will, 3 hungry children arriving some two hours after their lunchtime was due at their grandparents house. Sunday dinner was underway, but as my Nan would wait until our arrival before putting in the Yorkshires, there was still some time before dinner was served.
The routine was such that Granddad would play some of his old records on the gramophone and general chit chat would ensue until dinner was served. As was tradition in my Grandparents' house, a bowl of salted peanuts would be available as a pre-dinner appetiser. All my family would tuck in and the bowl would be replenished several times during the wait for the roast. There was no other alternative for a nut hating child and driven by hunger I would resort to sucking off the salt and replacing the licked clean peanuts back to the bowl. This had become a regular occurrence and went unnoticed until one day my father caught me returning a freshly sucked pile of peanuts to the bowl. He made me eat the entire bowl as punishment and nothing more was said.
My Nan and Mum were in the kitchen at the time, putting the finishing touches to dinner and were not aware of what had taken place.
Father Simon, as earlier stated, I find nuts of any kind rather repulsive and it was not long before I started to turn a shade of green and was feeling somewhat unwell. I crawled under the large dining room table covered by an even larger table cloth, and emptied the entire contents of my stomach which contained the contents of the peanut bowl. I emerged at a time when the roast was finally served and took my place quickly at the table and duly tucked in. As was usual following the meal, my parents and grandparents would doze in the chairs whilst my sisters and I would do the washing up.
Father Simon, I seek forgiveness, not from my family who had for many years eaten freshly sucked peanuts (my middle sister can recall even now how our grandparents' peanuts were never very salty!) but from Kim, my grandparents' dog who was rather partial to a peanut or two and would often sneak a peanut from the bowl.
It transpires that whilst my Dad was asleep in the chair, my Nan – while setting the table for tea later – had stood in the pile of ‘recycled’ peanuts under the table. Kim was blamed for causing this mess and was banished to the shed for the rest of the day. As a continuing punishment which was the social norm at the time, she was always put outside whatever the weather when food was on offer in my grandparents' house. I always felt rather guilty as her large accusatory brown eyes would follow me through the patio doors.
Kim died some 38 years ago but I remember her fondly and would like to think that if such a place as heaven does exist, she will be looking down kindly on me now. I hope you and your collective understand that I have seen the error of my ways and not 1 peanut has passed my lips to this day.