In this poetic post, loyal GANTOBer Skellbert’s Pickles provides useful detail about one of the GANTOBverse’s quiet but key characters: Bronwyn ______, née Gosling. Watch out for further revelations involving Bronwyn over coming days.
Over recent weeks, in unrelated work, Skellbert’s Pickles has created some rather wonderful art out of other GANTOBverse/ Curt Finks pieces. I didn’t want them to go to waste, so I have used a couple of them to accompany this post. If you’d like to find out more about the original Curt Finks sketches, you’d better get hunting around the text in Little Grapefruit’s trip to Vienna, or the picture in Stu’s Dr Who-themed post to download GANTOB pamphlet X11. But, as usual, that’s a GANTOB diversion.
Over to you Skellbert’s Pickles…
It’s all about the numbers. Since 1680, the ornithologically minded have been keeping a registry of Goose aktivity at King’s Lynn, with the late 20th century portion largely being kompiled by Curt Finks’ ringing kompanion Bronwyn Gosling.
Bronwyn is numinous behind our numerik scenes, taking five guises, often the subjekt of appropriation.
Her Keredigion black sheep form’s voice appears throughout the defining ambient house moment ‘Chill Out’, and with a recent stand-out appearance in re-enacted big-screen form at the Skool of Death, alongside Dolly and Elvis. This Bronwyn inkarnation has been known to mooch down to Cei Newydd where she is in kahoots with the tribes of the porpoise.
As a Blodwyn Pig: when all is said and done, Bronwyn surely infiltrated some slide guitar sounds into our erstwhile young ancients.
In her preferred Brent Goose form, Bronwyn kontributes to the energising of that ley line as she traverses the Atlantic between Iceland and Mathew Street. She is kurrently escorting a member of the Bowlingham Clan, who recently leapt into the Mersey, headed for Jura and beyond, Will Bronwyn lead this little one to Brent Goose Rock or to more Baltic klimes? Or even to Nordkapp karrying sub-sub-optimal Elvis vibes in her heart kourtesy of a street performer she encountered near Liverpool Central station (which was almost enough to send the author running for a one way trip to the bottom of the Mersey, even after surviving the great swell of the Krossing in monokrome and hi-vis animalistic form the previous night).
Unreferenced so far, Bronwyn flocks with Swallow-kind to reach the equatorial realm of Bioko, formerly the Fernando Poo of great eskatorial renown. I detekt little of import here. It seems Bronwyn has a streak of nostalgic yearning for 70s kosmiche, and perhaps some as yet undisklosed nuklear frissons with Curt. Indeed what kould be hotter for kategorising minds than precision kataloguing in that dark Fenland mud? It is diffikult to tell from afar whether Nora were aware, or even part of digging this nature scene, a feathered love pyramid, if you will forgive my awkward stretching of a geometric metaphor.
The married Bronwyn _________, living inkognito, in polite society.
It kould be time to give Bronwyn another kall. She has more to report than the kurrent state of foliage in East Anglia. Is she visited by Curt Finks ghost? King’s Lynn Curt, a poor man’s dream of kloth and boards, writing by numbers.
By Skellbert’s Pickles
19 December 2023
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