Frigid.

Frigid

I’m not entirely certain that the word suggested for today’s topic is completely suitable, I can only speak for myself where in the South East of England we have enjoyed a very pleasant spring day with quite a lot of sunshine, so I have scrapped my first draught and started again.

I shall keep the first draught for another day, but here’s a taster. We were huddled together for warmth in a small three man tent, the frigid north wind was blowing mercilessly, Scott clutched at Oates in a futile bid to stop him leaving the tent, but to no avail.

Here is an alternative more in keeping with the weather I experienced today. We were huddled together in a small three man tent, there was no frigid north wind blowing, Scott was outside cooking breakfast, we had bacon as oats had run out!

I must say this word frigid is proving harder than expected, I could regale the story of a girlfriend I had who was frigid, but I have had relatively few girlfriends and none of them have been frigid, so we’re back to square one again.

I’m reminded, now a sudden flash of inspiration has hit me, of the tale of the plane crash involving a football team from Chile, a frigid north wind was blowing causing the plane they were travelling in to crash atop some desolate Peruvian mountain, I’m shivering, just thinking about it.

Now one doesn’t want to over egg a story, but I will as this is a true story, suffice to say, the frigid north wind that was blowing was enough to cause the death of some of the team from hyperthermia and those that survived told the morbid tale of cannibalism of their dead team mates.

Obviously it wasn’t like Scott, cooking the dead over a small primus stove, I believe they cut small slivers of muscle and ate that and drunk small amounts of blood to survive, initially quite shocking but when faced with these conditions, I can well understand doing anything to survive.

After all, huddled in a three man tent sheltering from the frigid north wind and finally succumbing to a slow death from hyperthermia is no way for a gentleman to die, without even the luxury of having one’s dinner jacket to wear so that one looks presentable when found some years later, by a future Top Gear presenter in the latest four by four on some ridiculous escapade to the North pole or wherever.

I have nothing further to add on this subject, except to say, if one has the option, I would suggest, one avoids the frigid north wind wherever possible, especially if one has omitted to pack ones dinner jacket.

About The Diary of a Country Bumpkin

I am a retired actor, although to be honest I only retired because I wasn't getting any work and the option of becoming an unemployed actor/waiter at my age was ludicrous, especially as my waiting skills are non-existent. Having said I’m retired, I don’t think there really is such a thing as a retired actor for I am still available for work, I just don’t have an agent or any connections with regards to obtaining any worthwhile work. I have over the years done student films when there is nothing else available, always low paid (if at all) the only incentive was always the promised copy of the finished film for your show reel which nine times out of ten always failed to materialise. I spent many years looking after my aged mother who had dementia, hence the lack of acting work but shortly after her death I was lucky enough to run into an ex-girlfriend of many years ago and our romance blossomed once again, resulting in us getting married in 2013. My move to the countryside inspired me to write The Diary of a Country Bumpkin which tells of my continuing dilemmas in dealing with the rigors of the countryside from the unexpectedly large number of pollens, fungal moulds and hay products waiting to attack the unsuspecting townie. I enjoy writing, see my play Dulce Et Decorum Est Pro Patria Mori on The Wireless Theatre Company, The Plays Wot I Wrote and The Battle of Barking Creek both available on Amazon.co.uk and am very fond of classic cars so my ideal occupation would be acting in a film I had written set in the 1930s/40s, we live in hopes. I am delighted to say that since venturing to the countryside where space is not quite the premium it is in town, I have due to the availability of two double garages acquired more classic cars to form a small collection the pride of which are a 1947 Bentley Mk VI and a 2000 Bentley Arnage. My various blogs and websites are continually evolving and I’m sure that by following the appropriate links you will find something which will edify or amuse.
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1 Response to Frigid.

  1. hannahtk says:

    Haha, fabulous read! Your post was reminiscent of you “About the…” section. Funny.

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