Way back when I thought there was a chance that blogging might make me famous *cough* I didn’t think it would be wise to disclose where I live for fear that hoards of my besotted fans and the media would stalk me and set up camp outside my house waiting for the money shot.
I got over that.
So I make no secret of the fact that I hail from Tamworth in northern NSW, home of the Country Music Festival. Unlike many of the locals who loath the ‘crowds and the noise’ of the festival, I love it. I prefer to call it ‘atmosphere’ and for ten days of the year the city is absolutely jumping with so many things to see and do. I don’t always get to take in as much of the atmosphere as I’d like because I am usually working. But I make the most of it when I can, and my kids love it too.
In recent years we kept hearing of this whip cracking show in the main street, Nathan ‘Whippy’ Griggs was his name. A World Record Holder no less. We were pretty keen to check him out. But being busy working through the day it was difficult for us to get there. On the occasions that we did get down the street during the day time we always seemed to have just missed his show. If there was another one scheduled it wasn’t happening until 2-3 hours later and we’d be long gone by then.
Last year, in spite of the fact that we had never seen his show, my son Lindsay decided that he would like to own one of the whips that he’d seen for sale outside Nathan ‘Whippy’ Grigg’s van parked in the main street. He
hassled me like you wouldn’t believe put his case forward and after much negotiation I conceded that we would at least go back for a look to see how much they were ‘but not today’ I said. ‘We don’t have time to do it now but I promise we’ll come back another day and check it out’. Lindsay was a little disappointed but at least it wasn’t a ‘no’ so he knew better than to push it any further.
Next day we went back and guess what? He’d gone. All packed up. No van. No Nathan ‘Whippy’ Griggs. And no whips. Just a void in the middle of the street where his van and show ring used to be.
Well, you can imagine how popular I was. *Gulp*
I did feel very sad and disappointed for my boy who stood gaping in disbelief as he clutched the plastic ziplock bag he’d brought with him, containing all of the contents of his money boxes. All of his savings.
He was heartbroken.
All I could do was hug him and promise that we would find him a whip….from somewhere.
And we tried. We checked out some of the local stores and we looked online. Oh we found some fine-looking stock whips. We just couldn’t justify the exorbitant prices they were asking given that, you know, we don’t have any stock. And my son is ten.
Undeterred, the stock whip made Lindsay’s birthday gift wish list a few months later and the Christmas gift wish list too, but to no avail.
Needless to say that when the festival rolled around this year and we heard Nathan ‘Whippy’ Griggs was back in town, there was no chance we were going to miss him this time.
We earmarked Australia Day as the day because Dean and I both had the day off.
It rained. After weeks on end of scorching temps and no relief or rain to speak of, that was the day it rained. A lot.
We fronted up to Nathan Whippy Grigg’s van.
‘What time is your next show?’ we asked.
‘It’s too wet today’ said the man himself. The world record holder.
But on the up side. WE BOUGHT A WHIP!
We bought this whip…
I did try to tell Natho the story I’ve just told you about last year and the disappointment and the long wait….. It kind of came out in a bit of a jumble (my you look like a crazy woman alarm was going off) and he just smiled and nodded. In true Nina Proudman style I imagined myself launching my body across the counter and grabbing him by the scruff of his neck and snarling through clenched teeth ‘THIS IS A BIG DEAL!’
He’s a nice bloke though, so he was spared.
Anyway THE POINT IS.
Lindsay got his whip.
But wait! There is more to this tale.
Was Lindsay able to crack the whip?
Did we ever get to see the show?
I did mention in my last post here that we bought TWO.
When did we get the other one?
Well you’re just going to have to click here for the sequel!
Can’t believe I’m doing sequels now.
Has anyone notified the press? They’re gonna wanna know.
Have you ever seen Nathan ‘Whippy’ Griggs?
On a scale of one to ten, how hard do you reckon it is to crack a whip?