Wednesday, November 12, 2008

The Good Part of being a parent and the bad part of living in London






After reading about the fire that followed the Three Stooges-style attempted demolition (sorry, I refuse to defame cowboys by referring to attacking a building with a bulldozer as 'cowboy style',) of the Brunswick Hotel, I went down for a dog-walk the next morning and saw all the fourth-degree burns in the flesh.

Being London, and being autumn, it was raining, so when the sun finally began to make brief appearances later that afternoon, I sent the boy down to take some snap-shots for posterity - and offered him five bucks for his trouble.

Now, here's the only bright spot in this montage of why this town (and more importantly - the buffoons we keep re-electing on city council,) continues to SUCK on a regular basis - it's the joy that one can derive as a parent of a teenager.

You know, it's one thing to send him down to the 'Wick' to take some photos - and then start ranting when he gets back - "PARKER! I SENT YOU DOWN THERE TO GET SOME SHOTS OF SPIDERMAN STARTING THE WICK ON FIRE! AND THIS IS THE BEST YOU CAN COME UP WITH?!?"

So of course we had a chuckle over that. I hate to brag but I do a pretty good 'J. Jonah Jameson' imitation.

But this is where the good part of being the father of a teenager comes in. To see if you can mess with his mind. To see if he actually did read all those DC comics you gave him as reading-material over the summer. Because even though he's more of a 'Marvel' kind of kid, as a parent, you want him to appreciate who *invented* the whole spandexed superhero genre in the first place. And no, it wasn't Robin Hood. Or Hercules for that matter.

So you continue to bark out in J.J. fashion - "Parker - I sent you to get proof of Spiderman torching the Brunswick and all you come back with is snap-shots of Clark Kent half-naked in his underwear in the broom-closet next to the newsroom!

"Tell me Parker, did you even leave the building?!? Great Caesar's Ghost!"

8 Comments:

Blogger David Webb said...

Would you characterize your JJJ as more Paul Kligman, or more as J.K. Simmons? Aging geeks need to know.

7:27 PM  
Blogger Sonny Drysdale said...

Uh-oh - I think I've been found out. Umm, no - my J.J. imitation is more bluster and brimstone.

My J.J. Walker impersonation is a different story tho. Very Kligman, I've been told.

6:09 AM  
Blogger Butch McLarty said...

Hey Sonny, there's one small corner of the Brunswick still standing (room for one table) and it just re-opened for the night.

I'm heading down for a few ice-cold drafts. I think there's only one staff member on duty, though.

3:41 PM  
Blogger Sonny Drysdale said...

Butch, that's building's history by now.

3:22 AM  
Blogger Butch McLarty said...

The Brunswick Hotel is "history"?

Geez, then why was every drooling pinhead in town calling it an forgettable "dump."

6:19 PM  
Blogger Pagan Mnemosyne said...

I drove by it today. You can still smell the urine pucks and roofy.

3:56 PM  
Blogger Butch McLarty said...

The dum-dums are always criticizing heritage properties if they're run down.

In that case, Stonehenge and the Coliseum are fucked.

10:08 AM  
Blogger Sonny Drysdale said...

Ironically, with the recent stucco job, the building actually looked kinda presentable.

Certainly not any different than the current popular form of architectural outer-wear favoured by strip-mall developers.

Stucco. Normally used in hot-weather climate regions.

Well, as Harry Hoo is prone to remark - "Amazing."

10:54 AM  

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