Tuesday 1 May 2012

PIGY 1 – The Beginning












“You can’t call it that. No Noo Nooooo”.
“Why not?”
“Because you is Fat”, Ally Grace, pulled a face and did her impression of Richard Madeley doing his impression of Ali G. She liked having the same name. Why? It perplexed me.

“Yeah, well. Sod that – it works and unless you can think of anything better; That  Is What  It  Is. We need to get down to it and not waste any more time. Do you have any money? No? Neither do I.” Ally pulled another face and went to let Capt. PUGwash out for his millionth wee of the day and put the kettle on, also for the millionth time that day.

I reached for a fine-liner and started doodling different versions of our logo. Not too sure which way to go but soon plumped for simplicity with the Dock Tower as the letter ‘I’. I had done a painting called Dock Tower Plaza so it would be easy to use that and add some lettering. I had taken the photograph of the Dock Tower myself so no copyright issues there.

"DOCK TOWER PLAZA" 76x76cm Mixed media on stretched cotton canvas


It had started off as a joke on Facebook. I was bored and suddenly in need of a job and also been reading too many books; the latest being about a Private Investigator based in Hull. Hull is north of the River Humber and Grimsby is below it. It used to be fun travelling between the two via one of the two ferries rolling their lumbering way across the brown river that looked like home-made beer with scum on it. The ferries sometimes used to get stuck on a sandbank which was great fun if you were a kid but somehow annoying if you were an adult. I was a kid then so it was always an adventure.

Anyway, back to Grimsby. I now live there but I was born and brought up in Cleethorpes. Sometimes I say I’m from one place and sometimes the other. It doesn’t really matter as they are just two halves of the same sprawling splodge with no discernible gap in-between. Many roads have one side in one town and the other side in the other town. You could easily stand with a foot in both towns but you would risk death so probably not really worth it.

From the M180 coming into Grimsby you carry on straight down Cleethorpe Road (in Grimsby) – no idea why the  ‘s’ was missing off the end – maybe the original sign wasn’t long enough – who knows. It then suddenly turns into Grimsby Road which is in Cleethorpes (which does still have its ‘s’, lucky thing). Grimsby used to have a thriving fishing industry and docks but that is mostly gone now leaving dereliction, chavs and apathy in its wake. Cleethorpes is a typical British seaside resort. It came to prominence when the Victorians built the railways. It’s a good place to travel to on a train as if you fall asleep you can’t go too far. Cleethorpes is at the end of the line. It is also now very faded compared to the pre-era of cheap package holidays abroad. It does have plenty of great beaches for dog walks though.

I can remember the beach and prom heaving with people but now you mainly get boy-racers who think it’s a big deal to rev and race their boy-racer cars like mad between the speed bumps. For Godssake – if you’re going to go for it – GO FOR IT and fly over the bloody bumps don’t prissy out in case you take your low front bumper out. YOU LOOK SILLY and are annoying in your silliness. Bit of a pet hate there – you may be able to tell.

It suddenly struck me that I would quite like to be a Private Investigator. You’re not stuck in an office all day. Each day should have an element of difference. You’re your own boss and you’ll get to meet loads of different people. Oh, yes – and I’m quite nosey too.

Back to the name. For this purpose I come from Grimsby and I am going to call my agency: PIGY which stands for Private Investigations Grimsby. PICLPS (Private Investigations Cleethorpes) doesn’t roll off the tongue quite so smoothly and I couldn’t really use the Grimsby Dock Tower as the ‘I’. I could use the Cleethorpes Pier as the ‘P’, I suppose, but let’s keep it as simple as possible. My house is in Grimsby and I can’t afford a separate office so that is that. PIGY it is (but please say it as individual letters in a drawling American accent).

I probably can’t run this agency on my own. Can’t afford to pay anyone either. I’ll have to work out some commission basis and a bit of ‘I’ll help you paint your sitting room if you’ll give me some free hours’. I can see me doing a lot of decorating...
Ally, is my first member of staff and, although a tad on the bananas-for-brains side of the intellectual fence, she is lovely and doesn’t mind answering the phone; which I don’t really like doing. Give me email any day. I suppose I picture myself as Sandra Bullock’s character in the film ‘The Net’ – well, apart from the looks and the equipment. (Just let me fantasise a little).

My second member of staff is, Heaven forbid, my Mother. I just didn’t have the heart to say no when she got all excited at the thought. She always wanted to be a policewoman but only grew to 5’2”, in the days where size mattered. She’s 70 and pretty well knackered. Bad back, always falling over (so that’s where i get that one from – cheers Mother), and couldn’t run for a bus never mind after a suspect. Come to that I probably wouldn’t be that much better. I better look out for someone fit.

After seeing her back her little car out of my drive, (good grief, is this really a good idea?), I heard her trying out names through her open window. June Cagney...Hotlips Hopkins....Mrs. Marples (after the Teashop down Seaview Street, nothing to do with Agatha Christie)...Mother Hari.... Thankfully she was soon out of hearing for any other suggestions she may be concocting.

HELP ME - WHAT HAVE I DONE??? 

20 comments:

  1. Oh this is great.
    Such comic and narrative potential.
    And a strong sense of place which is essential.
    Keep it coming please Tracey.

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    1. Thank you, Chloe. A big compliment from you :-)

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  2. Really enjoyed reading this , especially the second half .
    Can't wait for pt 2
    Think Chloe might have a rival here :)

    Phil

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    1. Thanks Phil, I don't think that Chloe will be too worried. I've got a way to go yet!

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  3. I am beginning to like this :0)

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    1. Thank you Katherine, Next part next week, hopefully...

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  4. Kathryn Anderson2 May 2012 at 16:49

    I love this!! It's smart, it's funny, it's clever...it's Tracey to a T!!! more please!:-)

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  5. I love this - such a funny and endearing piece all at the same time. KEEP THIS!!! I'm going to follow girl! :D

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    1. Thank you - I think we are stalking each other now :-D

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  6. Follow me, TE, and I'll follow you! I'll knit you a magnifying glass with a big eye in it! This is fab reading xxx

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    1. lol - Well that saved me asking - can I choose the colours though?!

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  7. Hilarious - think I have a new blog to follow... :)

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    1. Thank you. Apologies for the tardy reply. It had been a prompt reply but I can't have pressed the publish button. I do let myself down at times! :-)

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  8. Wow Tracey...I love your writing...I'm hooked! Looking forward to the next installment..
    Ali

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    1. Thanks Ali - Part 2 is being formulated in the strange and eerie lab that is my head. It will probably involve a wheelbarrow...

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  9. Part 1 read and enjoyed! The bit about Cleethorpe Rd made me smile! I'm glad I have a large cuppa as I'm so going to carry on now I've started :) ...

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    1. Thanks Mel - I hope that cuppa lasts and that you enjoy the rest. Thank you for taking the time to read it x

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  10. Tracey, this is so refreshing and fun to read and it really takes me back to northern England and the humour. LOVE the description of your mother. You've done a great job here and it's very entertaining.....am going straight on to the next chapters!

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    1. Thank you very much, Angela. I recommend having a big mug of tea to hand while ploughing through :-)

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