Also, we have our own coat of arms, you know! So, you can call me, "My Lord," and I'll call you... Toady, okay? Now, don't ask me what that half-naked female is doing popping out of the top of my helmet because I have no idea, but she looks vaguely familiar! And the Latin phrase is from Virgil's Aeneid Book II and means Good looking and witty! Ha! Not really, but it could be because I am. It means Not without the divine will of the gods! Yeah, I know, doesn't mean much to me either, Toady, but there it is - like it or lump it. Doesn't change your position or mine. I'm still Sir Tim, and you're still Toady!
So, I've got copies of pictures of my mum's mum and dad, (George & Henrietta Sandland - good old English names!) which you are now looking at below, because I've just scanned them in. The thing is, when I was younger I was the spitting image of my grandfather, an example of genes skipping a generation. Now, here's the thing... My mum's dad wasn't an Ellis! So, I don't know how my mum - as a commoner - got to marry Welsh royalty, but what it means is that the genetic pool has been diluted. It also means that the Ellis family are not inbred like most royal families! In fact, its just occurred to me that - being the eldest son - I could be the heir to the Welsh throne! King Tim - it has a certain ring to it, don't you agree, Toady?'
Oh! Update. Got an email from the stunningly beautiful Elizabeth at TheFrugaleReader saying that my book was being featured. Maybe she'd heard I was a King. You see, that's what happens when people find out you're royalty, Toady, they want to do things for you, get on your good side, stroke your ego and other things... Anyway, my sales in the US went through the roof - Well, not really, but they did surge (that's a thrusting word, isn't it?)
So Toady, let's take a detour to the Isle of White Festivals of 1969 and 1970. You weren't there. OMG! And I thought everyone was there. I went with Neds and Fletch to one of them, but I'm not sure who I went with to the other one - memories begin to smudge, intermingle, and generally splodge into one. Thankfully, they've got written records, photos, and youtube videos, etc., so that wrinkly people who can't remember their own name - yours truly - can reflect and remember how old they are. Well, it was 1969/1970, and that's 42/41 years ago for goodness sake, so that makes me... See the photo below - I was there, I remember the naked females! Now, don't get me wrong, I'm not a pervert or a voyeur or anything like that, but when two beautiful women take their clothes off in front of you, well... you'd be a pillar of salt not to look, so yes I have to admit... I was there.
The list of artists that performed over the four days in 1970 is detailed below. The ones I remember are: Kris Kristofferson, Black Widow, Procul Harum, Joni Mitchell, Tiny Tim, Ten Years After, ELP, The Doors, The Who, Free, Donovan, Moody Blues, Jethro Tull, Jimi Hendrix, Joan Bez, Leonard Cohen, and Richie Havens. It was just the best time ever. One of the most enduring memories was Tiny Tim singing Tiptoe Through the Tulips!
I had long blonde hair in those days, a job that paid next to nothing, and my mate Neds had a Mini with a hole in the floor, so that when it rained your feet got wet. I remember going out with a girl (I went out with a few actually), but this one wore short angorra jumpers that revealed her midriff - sexy or what! Anyway, time to go I suppose. I'll leave you with a not very good Bob Dylan, but even drugged up to the eyeballs he could sing better than me!