With regard to my previous post, many thanks indeed for the
kind words and wishes, but a couple of folk wondered where the name came from.
The name Exocet was originally a French surface launched, anti-ship 'stealth'
missile i.e. you didn't know it was coming but you certainly knew when it got there
with a warhead big enough to sink a large ship. You might think that unkind,
but it was meant in jest purely in the interests of scene setting and fictional
story telling. In fact, Lady B actually tipped off the grand old lady after the
first time it appeared in print, and nothing was said. Officially.
She got her own back. She once saw me looking decidedly poorly and enquired
after my health. She asked me what was wrong and how it happened. I told her it
was a hangover, and naturally blamed outside influences and so-called friends,
which was partially true. It was the morning after Colin McRae's celebratory
party in Lanark after winning the World Rally title. Apparently Alister had
spiked the blackcurrant jelly with vodka. Lots of it. Not being a vodka drinker
I didn't twig, I just thought the blackcurrants were rather succulent. Anyway,
the next morning I was distinctly not well, hence the need for understanding
and lots of Irn Bru.
What I got was a 'sympathetic' response delivered in a soft, lilting
Highland accent, "May the Lord increase your pain!" It too was meant
in jest - I think.
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