Some time ago I wrote a short story about Ross the Boss and Caroline on 199, about when, as a student, I used to babysit for people in Edinburgh. That, IMHO, is the best story I’ve written, but come to think of it there’s not really a great deal of competition.
In the early-to-mid-sivinties I didn’t seem to have much of a love-life, so I ended up being available to babysit most Friday or Saturday nights.
One family I babysat for was the Pidgeons. That was their surname. In fact, the very first time I babysat was for the Pidgeons, who were just arrived from Canada. They had two kids, Matthew and Rebecca. Matthew is now an actor.
The first time I babysat for the Pidgeons, he was a baby, and at some stage during the evening, after his parents had left, he needed his nappy changed.
I was a student. I had no idea how to change a nappy, so I phoned Jean (Ross the Boss’s mum) who had suggested me as a babysitter, and ended up with one hand on the phone, and one hand on the nappy stuff, “So, Jean, I’ve taken the old one off, what do I do next?” “Yeah, so I’ve done that, but it doesn’t seem to connect at all. Are the three corners really supposed to fit together? Really? It doesn’t seem to be anything near that.”
Matthew survived. I almost did as well.
The Pidgeons moved to a nice flat in Dublin Street, and I babysat there occasionally for a couple of years or so. As another coincidence, Lindsey and I later went to some of Mum Pidgeon’s yoga classes.
Many years later I was watching a movie, The Heist, and I exclaimed to no-one in particular (the room was empty), “I know that gal!” I watched the credits, and it turned out it was Rebecca Pidgeon alongside Gene Hackman (one of my all-time favs). BTW, has anyone been in more movies than Gene Hackman?
So, I’ve no idea how, except that (admission time) yesterday I was Brian Wilson tune-surfing, and I came upon this:
Wow! That’s a great cover version, and what a lovely voice she has! When I used to babysit the Pidgeons, Rebecca was always very theatrical, jumping around, play acting, and full of life. She’s hardly changed at all, apart from growing up, obviously.
She’s also recorded this one, by Warren Zevon, one of the all time greats.
Matthew and Rebecca would likely be totally embarrassed if they read this, but I’m sure they are, thankfully, far too busy and successful to be reading my retirement blog.