Friday 4th January, 2018
I have been working from the Rockweather library for the last few weeks and it has been absolutely deserted around here until today. There was a knock on the door early this morning and I could see a small girl, maybe six or seven years old on the doorstep holding a courier parcel.
The driver of the courier van was watching her from the roadway. Clearly today, he had an assistant to do all the running.
“Hello.” I said. “You are very tall for a courier. Is that for me?”
“Yusss” she replied in a husky, deep voice.
“Do I need to sign for it?”
“Naaaah, I jus need yous name, eh.”
“Barry?” she asked, her eyes widening. “Barry the Fish?”
“Err, maybe” I ventured. I had no idea what she was talking about.
“Like, the REAL Barry the Fish?”
“As I said, maybe…” I smiled.
She gave me the parcel, ran down the path and shouted to the driver: “Dad, I met the REAL Barry the Fish !”
I watched her father smiling as he waved and they drove off. I still have absolutely no idea who “Barry the Fish” is <laugh>.
I love this stuff…
Postscript: Later, Janice Willis brought me up to date. Apparently, there is a children’s cartoon called “Barry the Fish with Fingers” written by Sue Hendra:
You can hear Rik Mayall read it here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F4opZZmExtU