71. LITTLE GRAPEFRUIT’S WELSH COUSIN – Part One (BY MISSI FORMATION)

In today’s blog we hear from regular GANTOB kollaborator and korrespondent Missi Formation. Missi links back to Little Grapefruit’s recent four part “Capitals” series. Nicely done Missi.

Each of the intrepid explorers of the GANTOBverse have provided 400 words about the characters introduced in the first GANTOB book (published September 2023) and this blog. In return they will be sent a kopy of the book of this blog (planned for publikation 23 January 2024). Each household can provide up to three blogs. You can still provide a kontribution, as long as you have an excuse for late submission.

There have already been enquiries about the line drawing included below. UPDATE: The original artwork was won by the first person to complete one of the three pictures in Curt Finks’ story The Honeymoon Period. You can download that story if you look very carefully in either Little Grapefruit in Vienna or Who Stole the Cookie.

But that’s a diversion. For the moment please enjoy Missi’s story about Angharad Grapefruit. Part 2 tomorrow.

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Little is known about Little Grapefruit’s Welsh cousin, Angharad.  But those who have heard of her will know that she recently embarked on a journey to join up with her cousin, Little Grapefruit, somewhere in the Baltic Region.  For Grapefruit can still travel freely throughout every territory in the world.  Grapefruit are seen as universally neutral and at peace with every nation. 

Little Grapefruit (LG) is the older cousin of Angharad, but LG is much plumper and noticeably pinker than her Welsh relative. Unfairly, Angharad often feels overlooked in comparison. Angharad has been known to have a unique tinge of green, which can make her look quite poorly.

Angharad recently spent the week in Liverpool, rolling around the Florrie and taking in the triptych visuals of the KLFRs.  Angharad identifies as an Anarkist Grapefruit and insists that the KLFRS have got some things wrong. She accepts their heirarky, but is fearless when changing the big “S” to a little “s”. She doesn’t mind upsetting others when it is for a good cause. 

Angharad became somewhat emotional after the Krossing in Liverpool and decided it was time for reflection. She plopped herself into the Mersey and bobbed off to find a place to just be, bobbing along for days until she finally reached St Petersburg.  She knew she would have at least one night here before she had to meet up with the plumper, rounder, pinker relative.

Angharad had been to St Petersburg before with her adopted parents.  She recalls the time when they went to the top of St Isaac’s Cathedral to see the bells.  As excited bellringers, her parents had forgotten they suffered with vertigo.  They quickly turned a green hue. It could be where Angharad gets it from. I don’t think it’s biological or inherited from her other Grapefruit ancestors.  

Angharad took in the sights of the city and felt the glow from her long swim from the river to the sea.  She would catch up with Little Grapefruit eventually, but for now Angharad wanted to bask in her own being.  She remembered one of Mum and Dad’s favourite pubs and rolled along the street where War and Peace was written, saluting to the memory of Tolstoy as she went.  She found the little cosy bar that she remembered from her previous visit and rolled herself inside, removing the jumper and hat she had bought on arrival.

Miss Iformation

3 December 2023