It’s been a while since I posted a proper ‘blog’ rather than just linking to a piece of prose or a poem, so…
That said, this is another recycled one from my old website, originally published just over a couple of years ago. It should be new to my reader(s) here, though, and there’s nothing particularly time-sensitive in the content needing wider explanation. It is, like many of my blogs, just nostalgic ‘family life’ waffle, so if that’s not your thang feel free to go and peruse the other areas of the site instead!
I was talking on the phone this morning and pretty much out of nowhere the conversation turned to that scene from Jaws where they all sit around and play Top Trumps by comparing their scars. Well I got to thinking about it, and while I’ve never been bumped by a shark with sandpaper-like skin or bitten by a moray eel while pearl diving in the Bahamas (I wrote a song about that: “When you swim in the sea and an eel bites your knee that’s a Moray…”…) I have got quite an extensive scar collection that would probably have given Quint a run for his money prior to his acquisition of that dirty great big one that circumnavigated his body and met in the middle. That said, I’m not sure that ‘bitten in half’ actually qualifies as a scar anyway, so maybe I’d get to keep the trophy after all?
Anyway, here’s the story of my first scar… Continue reading