My Friend Rosey: Rosey steals the show...again!

Sunday

Rosey steals the show...again!

You may remember a couple of years ago I told you about My Friend Rosey taking part in her school’s nativity play. Although adults do not normally appear in the Eastbourne C of E Primary School production, the mini-thespians of Year 2 threatened strike action if their teaching assistant Miss Rosey Pinkerton did not join them on stage. And so it was she got the role of Principal Tree, mainly because of her height as she made the other palms look like ‘pups’(that she assures me is the correct term for baby palm trees) Well, despite her chaotic performance from which she still bears the scars (literally) history repeated itself this year when her fan club insisted she take part again, this time as one of the Three Wise People; political correctness now prevents them being referred to as Wise Men!

The big day arrived, last Monday actually. All was going pretty well. It was quite a strident production. The holy night was anything but silent with traditional carols interspersed with reverential rapping and enthusiastic clapping. But the highlight was Rosey’s arrival on the scene, mainly because she came on for Act Two far too soon and totally alone having left the other two tea-towel-clad wise folk in the wings along with Mary, Joseph and farm animals various. The Star in the East who had stayed on stage during the interval started making hissing noises hoping to attract Rosey's attention but to no avail. The headmaster in his role as prompter let out an audible sigh as the audience started laughing. Rosey just peered blankly outwards for a few silent moments then broke into a smile. She took a bow, and then still staring at her audience, started shuffling off stage to a round of applause just as a big bell was heard to chime and the other cast members trooped on. The second sheep had somewhat restricted vision thanks to his costume and head butted Rosey in the tummy causing her to double up and bang her head on the manger. Then, right beside the sound effects microphone she emitted an involuntary mild expletive followed by a rasping belch thanks to having recently ingested a couple of extremely rich mince pies backstage. The headmaster went pale.

Anyway, after a bit of shuffling re-positioning and organising the play took off again with a straight faced Rosey performing her part with a degree of gravitas never before seen. The play was of course a triumph and enjoyed as much for the bits that went astray as for those which stayed on track. Rosey got a standing ovation during which the Third Angel from the Left presented her with a bunch of flowers on behalf of her appreciative class. Even the headmaster shook her hand when he came on to make his boring annual speech.

I suspect she’ll appear again next year. After all, it wouldn't be nearly as much fun without her would it?

The phenomenon that is Rosemary Anne Pinkerton!

She slithered feet first into an unsuspecting world on July the tenth 1979. Her parents, Anne and Rupert Pinkerton, were so proud of Rosey who was to be their only child and the apple of their eyes! A diminutive child with a mop of blonde hair, and blue eyes the size of saucers.

She grew up in the exclusive area of London that is Primrose Hill. She had a privileged upbringing and went to the finest schools money could provide including Roedean in Sussex. Unfortunately she was never particularly academic, and was a complete no-hoper at sports, but she stayed the course and emerged with a few basic qualifications and a bunch of like-minded friends.

University was not for her, so her parents insisted she got a job, the idea being that she would mix with young people from lower down the social scale and therefore have a better grounding in life. So she got a position as a helper in toddler's play group run in the stately home of her parent’s friend Lady Emilia Jameson. Each day she would welcome the children of the locally wealthy delivered in posh cars by their nannies.

After a while however, she decided to rebel and shocked her parents by taking a job as a cashier in a local supermarket. Mummy and Daddy decided it would be better to support her financially than suffer the indignity of having their daughter serve the great unwashed, and so she left. Until recently she helped out where she could in one of her father’s Mercedes dealerships, and enjoys the use of a rather snazzy two-seater job in the palest shade of lilac. Right now she's a teaching assistant in a local school.

She lives in a beautiful flat overlooking the sea in Eastbourne which she shares with two fluffy balls of white fur and whiskers answering to the names of Fuzzybutt and Scruff.

She’s very green minded and a bit of a vegetarian, but not all of the time! Her favourite charity is a child’s one and she goes to church if she wakes up in time on a Sunday morning.

Rosey doesn’t have a best friend. She prefers the company and security of a group. Everybody adores her, not just because of her scatty ways, but because she has the most generous and caring nature you will ever come across. She sees no bad in anyone nor anything, and that is why we try to protect her from those who might try to take advantage. Rosey has never had a proper boyfriend. She’s had a few on-off relationships, but even in her thirties she’s not ready to settle down.

Rosey does have down days, and it’s then she takes solace in the white wine. Not to extremes. It doesn’t take more than a couple of drinks to set her giggling and bring her back to her fun loving self again.

What will become of her? I don’t know. We don’t know. Even she doesn’t know! One thing’s for sure though. Whoever comes into contact with her will be blessed by her friendship and that is a gift no amount of money can buy.

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