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Raymond Briggs is an award-winning author, whose bestselling books include The Snowman , Father Christmas and Ethel & Ernest . For the last few years Raymond has also been writing a regular column for The Oldie , Notes from the Sofa.
The Oldie is a humorous monthly magazine launched in 1992 by Richard Ingrams, who for 22 years was the magazines editor following 23 years in the same post at Private Eye .
For Liz
&
Parkinsons UK
Introduction
by Dan Kieran, CEO of Unbound
I heard you on the radio apparently Unbound are giving publishers a good kick up the arse. Sounds marvellous, how can I help?
So began my first conversation with the legendary Raymond Briggs in our old office in Soho some years ago. He had come to visit us, along with the then editor of The Oldie Richard Ingrams and the writer and publisher of The Oldie James Pembroke, to talk about the possibility of doing a book. The long and lubricated lunch has become something of a rarity in publishing these days, but we went out and had one of those, and the result is now in your hands.
I could drone on about what a privilege it has been to work with one of the most loved and talented childrens illustrators and writers who has ever lived. How Raymond is both genial and yet wonderfully fierce at the same time on certain subjects, or how he is that very rare species of childhood hero you meet who turns out to be a generous and extraordinarily humble, genuine and utterly brilliant man. But I wont do any of those things because he would tell me to shut up and stop boring you all with my sentimental bollocks.
What I will say is that this is the first new book from Raymond in a decade. It is unique because, as he says himself, this is a book of thoughts, ideas and memories that he has written entirely for himself, rather than for an audience of children, for the first time in his entire career. It is funny, melancholic, wise and honest, and all of us at Unbound are thrilled to have played a small part in bringing it to you. Youll love it. Hes a genius.
Foreword
by Raymond Briggs
People are always asking: However did you come to be writing for The Oldie ?
Well, what a question. I honestly cant remember; like everything else in Old Age it is lost in the mists of time. These mists shroud anything from more than six weeks ago, let alone six years. No doubt soon it will be six days, then well be in serious trouble. Now dont get gloomy, Briggs. This is meant to be a light-hearted introduction to a book that is supposed to be humorous.
All I remember is that copies of The Oldie started arriving in the post. I enjoyed looking at them but didnt say thank you as I didnt know who had sent them. Then I heard from the illustrious NAIM ATTALLAH, asking me to come and have lunch with him. I knew his name, of course, but was not sure what he did, other than it was to do with immensely expensive shops in Bond Street jewels, silver and gold stuff, nothing much I was asked to go this address in Frith Street in the heart of wicked Soho such a contrast to the innocence of dear old Wimbledon Park. The whole building was painted black outside and I was shown into a very dark room, also painted black. Naim Attallah and I were the only people in the room and I formed the impression that it was his own house. He had a small gadget on the table like a glasses case (obviously containing an APP, even in those days). Whenever he put his hand on it, a waiter would silently appear and bring in the next course or more wine. Naim said, I think, that he owned The Oldie and casually mentioned that it was only losing thirty or forty thousand pounds a month. Huh! Peanuts, I thought, but I didnt say it. I think Ive been to the same place since then and realise now that it is a sort of club, still dark and painted black inside and out.
Naim then went on to suggest that I write for The Oldie ! Blimey! What on earth would I write about? I had done odd bits for respectable papers like the Observer , the Guardian and the Times Ed. Supp ., but they were mostly book reviews, fairly routine stuff. This was much more intimidating.
Still, it was a great honour to be asked to write for a national magazine when you are over seventy years old and a decade or so past retirement age. Furthermore, to be given the freedom to write about anything you like and get paid* for it!
Ye Gods! My cup runneth over. It went all down my trousers yet again.
A new lease of life for an elderly olide! So, ta Attallah! Thank you.
Raymond Briggs
*albeit tuppence hapenny
However, I soon felt less intimidated because of encouragement by the legendary Richard Ingrams. He sent many hand-written notes such as this one in response to a RANT. No! Going great guns!
Trousers watch out!
The cussedness of
inanimate objects
The Cussedness of the Inanimate Object (TCOIO) is the bane of Old Age. While genteelly dining, you reach out for your glass of wine, not for the first time, and your sleeve catches a dessert spoon and sends it clattering to the floor. Whereupon, of course, it bounces along and secretes itself under the electric heater. Without moving the table, two chairs and the heater, it is impossible to get it out. Why did it do it?
Why do these things happen all the time? For me, FOTF Falling on the Floor is the big one. Lately, Ive been making a daily list of FOTFs eleven yesterday. The Force of Gravity is an important factor in all ages of life, but in Old Age it becomes dominant.
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