The Outsider: Heavy metal daycare
|By Will Jones - The Outsider | Nov. 30, 2017|
It was all OK until we broke some stuff. I mean, no one (i.e. my lovely wife) would have noticed if we hadn’t broken stuff, and not quite cleaned it up properly...
The day had started with a homage to the late Malcolm Young. You know him, brother of Angus, founder of seminal heavy metal band ACDC. I’d been playing a few tunes when Little Z’s mates had turned up, and then it was me and three eight-year-olds, all rocking out to the tuneful whining of Bon Scott and his band. Ah, 1980s rock, you can’t beat it. Well, actually you can, especially that stuff played by the guys with the big hair, but we won’t go into that.
Anyhoo, one thing led to another and before we knew it the living room had become a gladiatorial arena for the pillow fight to end all fights with, well pillows, and the far more hefty and dangerous sofa cushions!
You see, my lovely wife had gone out and I was now in sole charge of a gaggle of boys who were full of beans. They’d been outside for a few hours previous, dashing through the bush worrying the local wildlife, heaving rocks into the partially frozen beaver pond, generally making the kind of harmless mayhem that small boys can.
But, now they were inside. In my house. And still full of energy. As for myself, I have to admit to having drank a couple of beers while I did my chores, and so, by mid-afternoon we were all down for the pillow fight. We could have calmed down and done something non-gender specific, something truly ‘nowish’ like crafts, I guess, but boys will be boys ...
The music? It had changed from old rockers to slightly newer rockers, System Of A Down. The 100mph drums, the screamed lyrics worked us into a frenzy of pillow fighting and as three young chaps biffed me with feather-filled weapons, I picked them up and threw them down on the sofa like rag dolls. Everyone was having a great time.
Then, ‘SMASH’! Bugger, what was that? On investigation, it seemed that an errant pillow had got too near the mantle-piece and knocked off a cup that Little Z had made in a pottery class (see we do the new age stuff too). Quick, pick up the pieces and carry on, yeah? Cool!
The tunes changed again, this time to Metallica but the energy levels were depleted and so hot dogs and fries followed by popcorn and a movie were the order of the day. To bed with the boys by nine o’clock. Only one upset after that, when an after hours pillow fight got out of hand and the bedroom curtains were torn down. All in all, though, a great day. But for one thing.
When my lovely wife got home, she greeted me and glanced around the room, which was all now tidy, thought I. But, there, under the table, a small piece of pottery. “What’s that?” she asked picking up the fragment and instantly knowing where it had come from. Busted. I had to tell all but it was worth it because boys always will be boys, won’t we.
WILL JONES - is The Outsider