Juvenilia, Part 4

Happy chocolate egg-themed spring fertility/rebirth event everyone!

To celebrate the seasonal cycle caused by the tilting of the earth on its axis as it orbits the sun, which our ancestors symbolised as the death and resurrection of the natural world - which in turn has been metaphorically embodied over time in the various figures of Ishtar, Horus, Mithras, Dionysus and of course Attis (who chopped off his own cock and balls) - here is a photo of me when I was five years old, delighted on a trip to the zoo at seeing a seagull.

I don’t want to spend too much of your time poking fun at the self-appointed culture warriors whining about the removal of the word “easter”from egg hunts – which didn’t even happen – but it is particularly ironic that the derivation of the very word in question comes from the pagan festival of Eostre... 

Anyone who isn't an idiot knows that nothing is "pure" and everything is the product of syncretism. Which makes a lot of people either insincere or idiots. 

Anyway, on the subject of idiocy...

Going through my old school books again, I came across this story “The Nutter” – illuminated with the author’s own illustrations, in the manner of William Blake - which I would like to submit for analysis in its entirety.

Are you bored of this yet? Well I don’t care.

“The Nutter” concerns a boy named Terry, who we are told is very “dim and stupid”. The story relates the less-than-hilarious consequences of (i) Terry being given a budgie (ie he loses it) and (ii) Terry buying a model battleship (ie he loses that as well).

The only thing I can really see that Terry does wrong in the story is taking the budgie home on top of his head. His mother’s suggestion – that the correct way to carry a bird is “in a paper bag” – sounds, if anything, worse.

When he buys the battleship and puts it in a bag in his pocket, but nevertheless, loses the bits when they drop out, this just sounds like bad luck. However, his mum decrees “no more pocket money for you”.

I particularly enjoyed the epilogue – “so Terry could not go out and make a mess again”.

On reflection, I think this piece tells us not only about attitudes towards mental health in the early 1980s, but it also leads us astray. We are all Terry. The real “Nutter” is of course Terry’s mum, who thinks birds should be transported in paper bags, which is even for the imagination of a 7-year-old, stupid.

Anyway, the teacher – as you can see – thought it was “very good”.