Thursday, January 24, 2013
Upon learning something new every day
Yesterday, I learned a few things I'd never known before. The first is this: One person's idea of a "wedding planning meeting" and another's can be vastly, oh so vastly different.
Our friends who are getting married in our garden made a special date with us last night to get together for a "wedding planning meeting". I made dinner, and they came over and we all sat around the kitchen table.
Here's what I thought was going to happen:
We'd have a drink and a nosh, and discuss seating, outdoor decorations, and whether or not to have champagne and hors d'oeuvres, and if yes, what type they should be. Things like that.
What actually happened:
The couple came over, we sat around the table, I poured drinks, and the couple pulled out their guest list and proceeded to have an intensely antagonistic and very long argument over how many and who should be invited.
I sat there, stunned, wondering why it was necessary to book our evening to discuss their guest list. Firstly, we don't know any of the people on it. Secondly, it's none of our business. Thirdly, we barely had room to fit the number of guests that they started out with, and now they want to double the number.
Bear and I tried to jolly things along a bit, but it was like an episode of "Bridezilla" was being filmed in our kitchen. The groom to be was making his best effort at compromise, but every person he suggested cutting from the list was greeted with a tantrum from his intended. I tried to steer the conversation back to things that WE were actually involved in, like the outside decorations and things, but she was not to be moved. Back into the vortex of the guest list we went.
I tried to suggest that if having a lot of people is necessary, then they should find another venue so they won't have to agonize over who to invite and who not to invite. I also tried to express the fact that in the long run, most non-family guests don't really care about getting invited to the ceremony as long as they get invited to the reception (which is being held at a hall). Considering this couple is in their twenties, I should think all their young friends wouldn't care a hoot about spending a half hour in my garden watching them exchange rings, so long as they can drink and dance and party with them at the reception. But oh, THE DRAMA.
Finally, we managed to come to some sort of stopping place (at which they had not remotely come to terms with said guest list), I served dinner, and Bear and I basically tap-danced our way to a semi-enjoyable rest of the evening.
I now stand forewarned. If there is ever another wedding planning meeting called for, I will stipulate that topics of discussion must be those that all parties have say in... personal fights must be had at home in private! I don't like being a captive audience at the best of times, and certainly not during a bridal meltdown!
Whew.
The OTHER thing I learned yesterday was loads of fun, and historically educational, as well!
I was looking at this screen cap from "Withnail & I" - the scene in the Crow & Crown pub where Jake the poacher comes in and threatens the boys with a dead eel.
Obviously, that's a taxidermied alligator hanging over the doorway just behind Jake's cap. I've looked into getting one, but they're either all manky or they're just too bloody pricey.
However. Up on that shelf, about halfway between Jake and Withnail, is a porcelain mug that looks like a guy's face. And I could swear that's a fish either trying to jump onto his head, or hanging from a hook off his hat.
So I started Googling the words "sailor mug"... and soon found photographs of similar large-faced mugs of all sorts. From there, I found out they're called "Toby mugs" and they were made by Royal Doulton. From there, I found out the following from Wikipedia:
"A Toby Jug - also sometimes known as a Fillpot (or Philpot) - is a pottery jug in the form of a seated person, or the head of a recognizable person (often an English king). Typically the seated figure is a heavily-set, jovial man holding a mug of beer in one hand and a pipe of tobacco in the other and wearing 18th century attire: a long coat and a tricorn hat. The tricorn hat forms a pouring spout, often with a removable lid, and a handle is attached at the rear. Jugs depicting just the head and shoulders of a figure are also referred to as Toby Jugs, although these should strictly be called "Character Jugs".
There are competing theories for the origin of the name "Toby Jug". It was named after the character of Sir Toby Belch in Shakespeare's play, Twelfth Night. He was an intoxicated, jovial man. It was named after a notorious 18th century Yorkshire drinker, Henry Elwes, who was known as "Toby Fillpot" (or Philpot). It was inspired by an old English drinking song, "The Brown Jug", which paid tribute to Toby Fillpot; the popular verses were first published in 1761.
In the book and film "12 O'Clock High!" a Toby Jug depicting Robin Hood is used as a signal in the Officer's Club, to discreetly warn aircrews that there will be a mission the following day, without spilling the beans to outsiders who might be visiting. This Toby Jug plays a pivotal role in the film.
The American Toby Jug Museum is located on Chicago Avenue in Evanston, Illinois."
So then I started looking on ebay for "Toby mug", and hundreds upon hundreds came up.
Working only from the grainy, out-of-focus still frame from the movie, I compared all the mugs I found on ebay with the vague shape of the face and the fish...
Lo and behold, I FOUND IT! Fish and all! And the best part is, all these Toby mugs have names..... wait for it.... this Toby mug is called....
"THE POACHER"!!!!!
I laughed my bollocks off when I read that... here's the scene with Jake the Poacher, and they've hidden "The Poacher" Toby mug up there on the shelf where only the most insane Withnail fan might discover it!
Of course, I'll probably come to find that everyone in the UK knows what a Toby mug is, and is well familiar with all the characters they're fashioned after, and they already knew that one was "The Poacher"... but as an American born and bred, I'm pretty damn proud of my detective skills on this one.
And of course, I've located one I hope to get on ebay... we'll see if I can hook "The Poacher" for my W.O.W. (as the Wall-O-Withnail is now nicknamed).
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Re: Wedding:
ReplyDeleteNo good deed goes unpunished :)
Re: Toby Mug
Has there ever been a more richly and subtly layered film. I think not.
Unched Bundies: I was sitting here sipping my cider (ice in the cider) waiting for your comment about the wedding... I didn't even get halfway through the pint. 8-) I foresee many gloating moments in your future. Stay tuned and keep your snark cartridge loaded! Bollocks to the Wellingtons!
DeleteNot sure that everyone in the UK would know instantly that it was a Toby Jug, but some certainly would. My Grandma's hall used to have a small shelf running around the ceiling that was packed full of the things. Fortunately it was too high for a small child to access! There are some really great ones though and I'm sure if you had the collecting bug you could easily end up with a house full.
ReplyDeleteThanks for popping by, Mark! Happily, I'm only interested in this one Toby mug/jug, because of its inclusion in "Withnail & I". So that's one obsession I don't have to worry about... now to deal with all the others! Currently, Angelina Jolie, Kenneth Branagh, and Withnail are duking it out for wall space in my computer room. 8-)
DeleteIt always makes me smile when you use words that I don't imagine an American would use..wanker/bollocks/bloody/arse etc., I can hear them in my head in what I imagine your voice to be like....when are you going to do a vlog? as for the toby jugs....I live near 6 (charity)thrift shops (I know...classy area) and there is always one of the jugs somewhere.....your tenacity re a project is amazing!
ReplyDeleteWell, my cousin is a pediatrician in Leeds, and my grandmother was born in Surrey, so I guess I came by it honestly. Strangely, even though I was born in NY and grew up here, I don't have a "New York accent". Partially because I spent most of my childhood summer holidays down south in North Carolina (oxymorons, anyone?) my accent is neutral. I can totally swing into Brooklynese or Bubba Gump at the drop of a hat, but my own speaking voice is fairly newscaster-ish. Dead center. Thank you for being kind and saying "tenacity" as opposed to "manic obsession", but we all know the truth. HA! P.S. Now I'm thinking about a "vlog" post. Not sure how you do that, exactly, but I may look into it, because I'm a camera whore and this would just give me another excuse to throw myself in front of a lens.
DeleteAs for the wedding meetings, sounds like you'll have to set the agenda yourself and be bossy about it, just like a professional wedding planner!
ReplyDeleteI do know about Toby jugs but wouldn't have a clue about all their different types and names... that's a fantastic bit of detective work and the fact that it turned out to be the poacher is an incredible bit of detailed set dressing!
Kit, you're right about the first one, and if you have any interest in the second one, just search "toby mug" on ebay (or Google!)... they really are sort of fun!
DeleteWe used to have The Poacher - you're just about six years too late; we sold it on a flea market stall when we were broke. Not that I like Toby Jugs any way - we inherited them from my Uncle so the proceeds were split with GB. I reckon the going price in the UK is about £25 to £30 retail perhaps a bit less on an auction site.
ReplyDeleteThe wedding meeting reminds me of the six phases of a project:
ReplyDeleteEnthusiasm
Frustration
Despair
Search for the Guilty
Persecution of the Innocent
Praise for the Non-Participants
There is nothing worse than a bride before the wedding.
You're quite right in your observation about friends, families, weddings and receptions. The family wants to be at the wedding and see the couple get hitched. Friends don't. If girl friends do, they can join up with the bride and be bride's maids and argue about the dress and the color all of them will have to get stuffed into; that'll get 'em occupied. Men do not want any part of the wedding. They'll do the bachelor party and the reception. My position, by the way, was always official organizer of the bachelor party. I had to remain sober and destroy any photos I saw being taken of the party.
My advice to the groom is to give the bride the guest list and explain that his immediate family must attend, as must his best man. Other than that, the rest is hers. She has a finite number of slots and that's all she has. Let her stew over it and with any luck at all, she'll have a nervous break up and have to be hospitalized and eventually put on Thorazine before being released into a halfway house. He'll get over it in six weeks or less once he figures out that he can find a nice girl who isn't a short tempered neurotic with delusions of grandeur.
Just my two cents and a double shot of Jack...
Daniels, that is.