This week’s words: Warehouse Board Concession Personal Scurrilous (grossly obscene, abusive) Animal Gasp Ferment Scab Rivet (a metal pin for passing through holes in two or more plates or pieces to hold them together, usually made with a head at one end, the other end being hammered into a head after insertion.) Tin Sugar
Johnno was a bit of an animal but he was our town’s animal.
He was a scurrilous character claiming fame for being the town’s flasher, the town’s streaker and the town’s peeping tom.
No one of course challenged his right to those titles and after a life time of scurrilous deeds together with his working life in the canning factory making jam tins and later in the company’s warehouse Johnno had settled down into retirement enjoying and exercising his considerable talents, none of which endeared him beyond recognition that it was he who had perpetrated the scurrilous deeds about the town.
In older age there was a move to stop him streaking as he tended to frighten small children and revive horrible memories in the minds of the ladies in the retirement village.
If you were unfortunate to be in the shops when he was there his personal hygiene was on display for all. To say you gasped as you wandered past him would be putting it mildly. He’d stand near the jam tins proudly pointing out to all who’d care to listen that his hands had made them. Even made clear he had popped the minute rivets to hold the tin in place.
The community was often at loggerheads over the concessions it gave to Johnno. The town administrative board was under constant attack to have the health authorities place him in care or at least give him a bath.
It was felt that left to his own devices his entire body was in danger of fermenting to a point where his entire person could be used as a weapon of mass destruction.
As he aged and fell from time to time the scabs that formed on his knees took on the form of harbouring unknown bacteria that gave the impression of being in constant battle with themselves and the possibility of mutating to a point where he posed a potential threat to the whole town.
Johnno’s final demise came when the sugar truck broke down out of town and the sugar had to be brought into town by hand. Johnno loved sugar and practised the well-known sharing act of two for me and one for you.
They found him in a diabetic coma from which he never recovered. His scurrilous legacy lives on, there’s a plaque with his name on it in the tin factory and he was buried with a bag of sugar and a roll on deodorant. No one in the after life should be made to gasp it was felt…