A Gallant Greenwich Knight
A little tradition at Phantom Towers is to listen to my favourite Christmas stories as I wrap presents, write cards, eat mince pies etc. I keep trying different Christmas Carols – I haven’t found a truly excellent audiobook of it yet (this year I’m going to try Patrick Stewart even though I’ve already seen him give a curiously Max Shreck-alike Scrooge) but I confess to having a bootleg copy of the superb Ian Mackellen / R4 drama of Simon Armitage’s Sir Gawain and the Green Knight (the poet reading his own version just doesn’t cut it for me.) I don’t generally approve of bootlegs but it isn’t available to buy anywhere so my recording will have to do for now – I promise to buy it as soon as someone releases it.
All this is a clumsy attempt to bring the subject round to suits of armour. When Benedict and Mme Benedict moved from Greenwich to Canada a couple of years ago they took with them this splendid fellow, who they first encountered in the much-lamented Greenwich Village Market for a few quid, but who cost an arm and a leg (maybe I should say a gauntlet and a greave) to take with them.
He now stands on guard outside their gaff in Toronto, a little piece of traditional Greenwich Armour (ish) in the colonies (tee hee – knew that would annoy you Ben…) And every Christmas he gets to wear this charming cap & cape ensemble, knitted specially for him by an Auntie. He lives next door to the Christmas Gnome who apparently has his own blog reviewing books (sadly I don’t have the address, but you can fill in your own book-title puns…)
Thing is, however terrifying a suit of armour may look close up, I can’t help thinking of that Buffy episode Actual Size when I see the long shot:
Good to know there’s a little piece of Greenwich over in Toronto – and a suitably bizarre piece too. Oooh. I’m coming over all festive…
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