But the thing that made me jump up and down and run
around the room in a circle clutching the book to my chest was this. In 1990 he and his wife and children lived
in Pinner.
1990.
Pinner.
Have your little
grey cells worked it out yet?
In 1990, Spiderman and I were part of the LC/MC exchange student programme where
we spent 3 months living and going to school in London. This programme opened
our eyes to the wider world and once they were opened we could never look back.
We got engaged on that trip and were married two years later and vowed that we
would somehow, someway return to our beloved England.
And we did.
Alright, you murmur. That’s the 1990 part sorted but what has this to do with Pinner? Didn’t you just say you lived in London?
Just wait, mon
ami, and all will be made clear.
We did a month homestay on the trip and Spiderman
and I lived in Pinner a few streets away from each other. We knew Pinner had some
famous residents:
Mrs
Beeton and her husband were living in Pinner when Mrs
Beeton’s Book of Household Management was published.
Sir
Elton John was born in Pinner and grew up there. We actually
sent him a large poster sized pen and ink drawing of Pinner High Street that he kindly
autographed for us.
Simon
LeBon of Duran Duran grew up there as well and attended
the local Grammar school.
But in 1990, David Suchet and his wife and young
children were living in Pinner! We were there, living in the same town as
Hercule Poirot and we didn’t even know it!
Did we ever see him in 1990? At the supermarket? Hanging
around the Woolworths? The park? Spiderman believes we definitely walked down
Church lane where his house was at least once.
Spiderman also thinks we probably didn’t see him as
he was busy filming Poirot. But I like that we were somehow entwined.
After all, David Suchet began playing Poirot in 1989
and Spiderman and I had our first date in 1989.
David Suchet was living in Pinner in 1990 and so
were we.
David Suchet portrayed Hercule Poirot for
twenty-five years and Spiderman and I have been a team for a quarter of a
century.
So, mes amis—au revoir and merci.
you're a sweet little dingbat. . . . . .or as Sweetie used to say. . . . . . .
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