I haven’t been around much lately so I thought I’d drop in to carve a word. I’ve been busily trying to finish the draft of The Beowulf Effect (thanks to those who’ve been reading and commenting on the several excerpts) while getting to grips with being in a proper rock band with a lot of material to learn and a busy roster of gigs just around the corner.

Now, whereas and notwithstanding inasmuch as which this last might or might not have any connection with one’s ongoing midlife crisis, I wish to report a couple of occasions involving mine offspring which have occasioned me some pleasure.

The first was a concert starring Crox Minor on her horn (featuring me on electric piano continuo) as recorded in this short film taken on my iPhone by Crox Minima.

The second happened earlier today when Mrs Crox insisted that we should all hie thirdwith fifthwith forthwith to the Norwich Enormoplex to see a film called The Descendants. The fact that the action takes place in Hawaii and that Mr George Clooney is in every scene would of course have nothing to do with Mrs Crox’s choice. Perish the thought.

Well, as films go, it’s OK. I have seen many that are better, and quite a few that are a whole lot worse. The script, in Mrs Crox’s words, is ‘plodding’. It does what Dr Rohn always counsels me against in my own writing. ‘Show, don’t Tell,’ I muttered into my nachos.

But get this – this was the first time that we’ve gone en famille to the cinema to watch a proper grown-up movie. This, just on its own, was a liberating experience. There were no animations; no CGI; no embarrassing interruptions when small children really must heed the call of nature; and, best of all, none of those horrendous commercials for breakfast cereals that all parents will know and loathe. We could even have an intelligent discussion about the film on the way home in the car.

I remember the first film I took Crox Minor to see. She was about five and the film was The Jungle Book 2 – and if you’ve never seen it, look at it this way: I’ve endured it, so you don’t have to.

I have now come out the other side more or less unscathed.

Let the mid-life crisis shine a light on me!

About cromercrox

Cromercrox is a recovering palaeontologist, author and editor who lists his recreations as writing, beachcombing, playing hard rock organ, supporting Norwich City FC and falling asleep.
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2 Responses to Communiqué

  1. Well done Crox Minor (and Crox Senior continuo).

    The Junior Wintles are still young enough that I can use them, on occasion, as an excuse to go and enjoy various Pixar-style animated movies. On the other hand, she-whose-surname-isn’t-Wintle and I watched The King’s Speech at home the other night, after they’d gone to bed – good thing too, as it has several scenes of repeated Saxon epithets that we found funny, but would have required either a lot of explanation, or some rapid ear-covering had they been watching with us.

    • cromercrox says:

      The Descendants has similar Saxon epithets … but now the junior Croxii are both at high school (Yay! No more having to spend half my day hanging around in school playgrounds!!!) there is nothing – NOTHING – they haven’t heard in the profanity and blasphemy department.