ERIC
Once upon a time I had a wondrous cat called Eric. We were together for 15 years - how long is that in cat years?Men came and went and came back again, but Eric stuck with me. Perhaps he loved me. He certainly loved the King Prawns and fried rice on Friday nights.
Everyone assumed he was named after Eric Clapton.
They were wrong.
Second guesses were those terrific Northern comedians Erics Morecambe and Sykes?
What about Eric the half a bee of Python fame or Eric Idle whose name describes me well.
It was too early for the Erics Bana and Cantona.
There are two classical Erics – Korngold (I saw Liz Hurley take her top off to his aria ("Die tote Stadt") in a film from her pre celeb days) and Eric Satie.
This Eric will act out your mood of choice.So who was the Eric who inspired my Eric’s name?
No one ever guessed that it was *Wreckless Eric* a name that suited him well.
Wreckless is still around.
‘Whole wide world’ appeared in one of Beth’s lists last year.
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posted by KAZ at 9:57 pm
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Hasn't "Reckless Eric" changes his name to "Careful Eric" now he's hit middle age?
Is that Eric in the top photo looking scared? He looks as though somebody is trying to strangle him (or he's just caught sight of Oz".
Erik the Viking.
And a short progression from there to Viking Kittens.
Murph:
I think he became *wrecked* Eric.
Eric was wriggling Eric in that photo - so he had to be restrained.
Don't blame Oz.
mj:
WOW - You know what I like.
'Valhalla I am coming'!
I knew and Eric once, a teddy boy who was a bit of a bully but frightened of mice.
We once had a cat called Oscar - half wild, you see. (Murph, you're not the only one.)
Oscar turned out to be female.Still always called her Oscar.
I saw Wreckless Eric live at a pub in Putney about 15 years ago. He'd been going for 15 years then. That makes him 30 years in the business.
One of Stiff's better artists along with Nick Lowe, Costello, Dury and Devo.
Funny thing is, last night I was having a dream about Eric Sykes. He was undergoing a messy divorce in the courts from his lovely thirty seven year old wife, apparently.
Just thought I'd share that with you.
Mandy:
Well, of course, with my Eric it was the other way round. He was a bit of a bully too when it came to mice.
Stitch:
By coincidence we had a dog called Oscar, though the reason wasn’t at all interesting.
He cohabited peacefully with Eric for several years.
Geoff:
There were posters up for a Wreckless gig in Manchester recently - with CANCELLED all over them.
I loved Costello, but if I’d called the cat Elvis no one would even have asked.
Betty:
What a precise dream. I wonder how long it will be before she reaches thirty eight.
Of course dear old Eric Sykes is deaf and practically blind so he wouldn’t really appreciate her loveliness.
Ah, I listen to 'Whole Wide World' more than is good for me, strictly speaking.
There was this Eric too. For a short while
Ah yes, Wreckless was playing in one of our local pubs recently... I regret not going. "Whole Wide World" remains an absolute classic.
I'm sure he'd have been glad to hear your cat was named after him.
Beth:
I remember well. Unlike you I never went there and got the T shirt.
‘Regrets I've had a few ….’
Nic:
Good to know he’s still going strong. I don’t know why he cancelled in Manchester.
Perhaps I’ll e mail him and tell him - or perhaps not - or perhaps I just will.
Oh no! not my t-shirt!
The t-shirt belongs to a person of cool, which I am emphatically not.
I used to look after a neighbours’ cat I called Fluffy (original, huh?!!) whose favourite tipple was Shreddies soaked in milk whilst listening to Mahler! Your Eric seems a good-looking fella.
And of the Wreckless variety (of Erics, not felines!), I saw him on the Be Stiff tour, when I was at Uni, back in the late ’70s. I was really there for Rachel Sweet, though I wish I’d paid more attention to Jona Lewie. And you can’t mention Stiff Records without remembering the late, great, Kirsty MacColl.
Beth:
You are too modest!
Timewarden:
I had to google Rachel Sweet.
I didn't 'get' Jona Lewie - but Kirsty seems to get better and better the more you listen.
Talking of cats' names, I'm Carlsberg, so called because my housemates thought I was probably the best cat in the world. No 'probably' about it, I'm definitely the best cat in the world. This is all I can be bothered to write at the moment. It's a Sunday and I'm off to sleep on top of the clean and ironed laundry in the basket; just love the frantic running around in the morning as my housemates (two of them; they think they own me ..... hah!) search for the brush to get my hairs off their clothes. - Carlsberg
Typical bloody cat - sleeps all day 'til food appears.
My mum named all her cats after drinks - she had kitten twins called Gin and Tonic.
No wonder I drink too much
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