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Words & Film

Following Instructions
Blind Date
Tripe Pipe
You Know Promo
Trees
The Cat’s Biscuits
Science & Love
Maryon Park
Ringo The Stag Beetle
Ginger Hair
Animal Love Rod Hull
I’m A Celebrity...
An Unexpected Call
Old People Poems

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Rod Hull

Rod Hull, why? Why did you always have to be in character. That night when you went up on that roof to adjust the aerial.

I know what happened, even though there were no witnesses, i know you scaled that route from the spare bedrooom window onto the precarious rooftop, wet tiles underfoot and wind's casting your thin ginger locks to and fro.

So why Rod Hull, why, when there was no-one to see did you allow that mischievous Emu to go for your throat in that oh so loveable but dangerous way. There were no laughs to be imbibed from an adoring and caring audience, there was no comic timing to be portrayed.

And Rod Hull why?, why when you fell and you slid along the tiled slope to the edge of the roof top with ever gaining speed and velocity, why were you too proud and too brave to admit that the Emu was your arm? Why did you allow yourself to fall when you could have used the Emu arm to hold on to the guttering?

You couldnt ruin the illusion, even when your life could be saved. Your real, false, real, false arm clung bravely to the Emu and the real, Emu neck, real arm, real neck turned and you looked each other in the eye for one last time. Apologetically. The two foolish lovers. Together, alone.

Why Rod Hull?

I dont know, but i know i love you for always being in character. Good night Rod Hull.