It’s only been a month since I last wrote about my own life in this English book, but so much
has happened, it feels a lot longer. Virtually everything in the first term was a piece of
journalistic reportage. Now it’s a rarity. Thankfully, this piece makes the most of its brief
length and ends up being one of the weirdest pieces I wrote in the whole time I was there.
It’s just a quick circuit of the main part of Fairburn, starting at the school then taking a left
down Gauk Street, another left down Silver Street, stopping to look at the church and
graveyard, then back across the field to the Great North Road and you’re back to school
again. You could probably walk it in five or ten minutes. But that’d slow down considerably
with a bunch of 7-11-year-olds in tow.
I expect we stopped quite a few times, to talk about various things on the way, but I clearly
only started paying attention when we got to the graveyard, where I obviously got very
excited. The names I picked out on the gravestones are the names of some of the boys in my
class, proving Fairburn as their ancestral seat: David Bramley was in the fourth year; Wayne
Kelsey in the second; Shane Cotterill in the first with me. I don’t remember Bill from our
street, but that’s presumably because he died before I got there (the new grave from May
16th obviously isn’t his).
The rest of the story is very odd. Andrew Wall - mentioned for a second time here after his
first heroic appearance in British Skiing Events - comes running up to me and shows me a
bunch of stuff he’s found, which all turns out to be marginally disturbing. It’s too badly
written to be able to picture exactly what’s going on, but there’s talk of ‘some holes in the
bottom of the church.’ I’m not sure what this means, whether they’re in the walls or the
ground, but apparently there were bones in them, which explains why we’d find them
interesting. But bones of what? A cat goes in one of the holes, so does it mean they were
bird bones? Chicken bones? Dog bones? Who knows? Did we ask an adult?
Before long, we’ve been joined by Jason Bastow and Mark Hudson and find ourselves
exploring ‘a very small barn’ behind the church, if there can actually be such a thing. I’ve no
memory of the barn, nor of the ‘bird’s fossil’ we came across. Did I mean a bird skeleton? Or
an actual fossil, just lying there in the tiny barn? Was it a sparrow or something larger like a
crow or a chicken? Was it killed by the cat, or was it sacrificed by Satanists when the dog
bones proved unworthy? Was the barn owned by a demonic leprechaun? Was it him that
killed the birds? Or was it just a large kennel for a very vicious cat?
Mercifully, that’s the end of the grand tour and we soon set off back to school to write it all
up in our English books. And then, out of nowhere, I suddenly announce, “On the way back,
we saw some cow’s ribs in the football field!” The what now? Cow’s ribs? The actual ribs of a
huge massive cow? Not just a gnawed T-bone or a half-eaten rump steak but some actual
massive ribs from an actual real life size frigging cow?? In the middle of the football field???
WHAT KIND OF HELL HOLE IS THIS??!?!
Sadly, I have no memories to back any of this up. I’m at the mercy of the page, just like you,
wondering what the hell this kid’s on about. I’ve got a few photos I took when I went back
there in 2007 (see above), but no sign of any cow’s ribs or any fossilised ostriches. So unless
you know anything about the infamous 1980 Fairburn Cow Murders, it will all have to remain
a mystery.
TERM 2
The birth of the 1980s -
Blake’s 7, Blondie and
battles in space
A Walk in Our Village
VISIONS OF FAIRBURN
Captain Carnivore
Gary Shepherd is
hunted down by a
deadly flying meteor
The Forgotten World
John and Mick fall foul
of some extreme
potholing
Bonfire Night
Waen’s first time at the
annual village fireworks
display
TOPIC 2
The one where it all
kicks off
TERM 2
The birth of the 1980s -
Blake’s 7, Blondie and
battles in space
Great Space Battles
Three mighty empires
take their first steps
into outer space
Waen Shepherd 2
Waen’s heroic antics in
the far-flung future of
2007 AD!
The Flame in the
Desert
An evil fire threatens
the safety of the world
A Walk in
Our Village
It’s only been a month since I last wrote about my
own life in this English book, but so much has
happened, it feels a lot longer. Virtually everything in
the first term was a piece of journalistic reportage.
Now it’s a rarity. Thankfully, this piece makes the most
of its brief length and ends up being one of the
weirdest pieces I wrote in the whole time I was there.
It’s just a quick circuit of the main part of Fairburn,
starting at the school then taking a left down Gauk
Street, another left down Silver Street, stopping to
look at the church and graveyard, then back across
the field to the Great North Road and you’re back to
school again. You could probably walk it in five or ten
minutes. But that’d slow down considerably with a
bunch of 7-11-year-olds in tow.
I expect we stopped quite a few times, to talk about
various things on the way, but I clearly only started
paying attention when we got to the graveyard, where
I obviously got very excited. The names I picked out
on the gravestones are the names of some of the
boys in my class, proving Fairburn as their ancestral
seat: David Bramley was in the fourth year; Wayne
Kelsey in the second; Shane Cotterill in the first with
me. I don’t remember Bill from our street, but that’s
presumably because he died before I got there (the
new grave from May 16th obviously isn’t his).
The rest of the story is very odd. Andrew Wall -
mentioned for a second time here after his first
heroic appearance in British Skiing Events - comes
running up to me and shows me a bunch of stuff he’s
found, which all turns out to be marginally disturbing.
It’s too badly written to be able to picture exactly
what’s going on, but there’s talk of ‘some holes in the
bottom of the church.’ I’m not sure what this means,
whether they’re in the walls or the ground, but
apparently there were bones in them, which explains
why we’d find them interesting. But bones of what? A
cat goes in one of the holes, so does it mean they
were bird bones? Chicken bones? Dog bones? Who
knows? Did we ask an adult?
Before long, we’ve been joined by Jason Bastow and
Mark Hudson and find ourselves exploring ‘a very
small barn’ behind the church, if there can actually be
such a thing. I’ve no memory of the barn, nor of the
‘bird’s fossil’ we came across. Did I mean a bird
skeleton? Or an actual fossil, just lying there in the
tiny barn? Was it a sparrow or something larger like a
crow or a chicken? Was it killed by the cat, or was it
sacrificed by Satanists when the dog bones proved
unworthy? Was the barn owned by a demonic
leprechaun? Was it him that killed the birds? Or was it
just a large kennel for a very vicious cat?
Mercifully, that’s the end of the grand tour and we
soon set off back to school to write it all up in our
English books. And then, out of nowhere, I suddenly
announce, “On the way back, we saw some cow’s ribs
in the football field!” The what now? Cow’s ribs? The
actual ribs of a huge massive cow? Not just a gnawed
T-bone or a half-eaten rump steak but some actual
massive ribs from an actual real life size frigging
cow?? In the middle of the football field??? WHAT KIND
OF HELL HOLE IS THIS??!?!
Sadly, I have no memories to back any of this up. I’m
at the mercy of the page, just like you, wondering
what the hell this kid’s on about. I’ve got a few photos
I took when I went back there in 2007 (see above), but
no sign of any cow’s ribs or any fossilised ostriches.
So unless you know anything about the infamous
1980 Fairburn Cow Murders, it will all have to remain
a mystery.
VISIONS OF FAIRBURN