So I get everything packed up nicely and get my ride to the
airport in plenty of time for my flight back to Kansas and was even comforted at
the Airport when I was told that I had been selected to have my luggage
searched. Panic, did I hide the magazines? The young lady conducting the search
donned a pair of rubber gloves and I thought this could be interesting. However,
she just took every single item our of my case, fondled it and put it back in
again, which made me focus on the rubber gloves again. Anyway, she finally
completed the painstaking task, gave me the all clear and leaving my case to be
dispatched to the aircraft, off I walked with my hand luggage, which nobody had
even looked at? Is it me?
"Back to the land of the cows" said the attractive
young filly alongside me as we swept down to land. "Family or just
friends?" I quipped. Missed by a mile again. It’s not possible to be
subtle and funny in this culture, they just don’t get it. "Do you have
any dogs?" I asked, to try and strike up a conversation for the remainder
of the journey. I learnt a long time ago not to start talking to somebody in the
next seat at the beginning of the journey when you know you are going to be
stuck with them for the duration. Especially on airplanes, there’s no getting
off at the next station. So just before landing is the ideal time, because if
you do hit it off, there’s still time to exchange the necessary details. Funny
though everybody I seem to hit it off with never wants my details and come to
think of it never give me theirs either. Oh well, back to the dog question.
"Oh yes" she replied, "I have a little
Toto". Reminds me of the Memsab before I realized I had a good chance of
ending up with grandchildren. "I’m sorry" I quizzed, "But what
exactly is a Toto?" Why do I always fall into the trap? So for the next few
minutes, she proceeded to educate me on some of the less well known facts about
the famous story of the Wizard of Oz and more importantly about the dog that
followed Judy Garland all over the place. Now before all you terrier folks start
screaming 'Cairn, it's a Cairn', let me tell you that the official line has always
been a non-specific Scottish type terrier.
I was amazed to learn that there is a whole culture that has
developed around this insignificant 'walkie on' part in the movie. The main
official body, the Kennel Club of the Toto world if you like, is the 'The World
Association of Toto Supporters', or Twats as they are better known. Then you have
the rival organisation 'The International Toto Society' or Tits, and apparently
there are many more regional based groups across the country. They even have
overseas based groups of which the most well known is the French affiliate the
Gallic International Toto Society, who like most French organisations are
commonly referred to as Gits.
So, I hear you ask, what do these Toto fanatics get up to?
Well according to Dorothy (she was more of a Doris really), they have regular
meetings, where the women dress up in little school girl clothes, the men dress
up as Lions or wear a lot of metal and they walk their dogs along the yellow
brick road. Yeh, right. My memory might not be what it used to but I remember
going to parties like that and come to think of it, I met a lot of dogs there
too. What else I thought, could occupy these strange groups and of course it
wasn't long before Dotty (and she was) expanded on the activities of these until
now secret societies.
The very latest thing to hit the scene is Toto Karaoke. OK, I
give up, what is it? Well there is the usual Elton John number, 'Goodbye Yellow
Brick Road' usually performed by somebody dressed in the Tin Man outfit and some
old slappers in long white socks and pig tails singing 'Somewhere over the
Rainbow' all out of tune. But then there's something completely different. People
doing Toto impersonations. What is not commonly known is that Toto can talk. In
the Wizard of Oz he just said 'Bow-wow' for 'yes' and 'Woof' for 'no'. Guess he
thought he wouldn't get taken seriously if he spoke out. However in the sequel 'Tik-Tok
of Oz', Dorothy asks him to say just one word and then he can run away.
"All right, here I go" said Toto and he was never seen again. Well,
except at these bloody pantomimes where he does the judging. Now, there's a
bootie on the other paw.
Good job we landed soon after and I could make my excuses,
"no costume" I pleaded. Seemed to work, she didn't bother me anymore
and luckily dropped my business card in the trash can. Oh, and before you ask, I
did inquire about the Wicked Witch of the West. Dorothy was most surprised that
I didn't know her, apparently she retired and went to live in Bagshot.
Well, good night. Till next week, when I’ll be reporting
from California where the dogs are treated like stars and some of the stars are
..
Col Barker (Retd.)