The Joy Of Beefeating

I am on a deadline.

I have a speed awareness course in just over an hour. If I’m late I’m not allowed to do it and I get three points on my license because I was doing 39 miles per hour in a 30 limit. I won’t get my £95 course fee back either. My sister will be cross because she got caught speeding too and we’re going together.

I have a post all written but this – well, it’s too good not to share.

On Christmas Day I published a post entitled A ShortAntidote to Christmas Cheer. It was the perfect way to dispel the sachcarine sweet Christmassy joy: it was a gentleman scowling at a camera.

You can find him here. I should read this before you read on.

He was supposed to be a tourist attraction and I chortled inwardly because tourist attractions are not meant to scowl at cameras.

Last night a comment appeared in my comments box.

The beefeater had found his picture: and to my HUGE relief he has no plans to clap me in the tower for being saucy.

He is none other than Mark Anderson. He is a former Penzance man with tours in Bosnia and Northern Ireland under his belt. For a happy Mark have a look here  at the snappily titled Mark’s joy at being a beefeater From ThisisCornwall.com.

But he has proved he has a sense of humour.

“Dear Kate,” he writes, “I stumbled over this photo and was in hysterics.

“I have a great sympathy for this fine looking chap and I intend to use the photo if I may as my Facebook photo – because it is I. I am the guilty beefeater.

“The Expression I wore is one of resigned desperation mixed with the boredom and after effects of the night before. However, I would like to point out that usually I am a cheerful chap with a sunny disposition (some have compared me to the Easter Bunny on Prozac)”

So there it is. Not only is this true gentleman of the tower a self professed cheerful chap, but he came up with a killer gag to prove it. You have your proof.

Yes, Mr Anderson: please feel free to use the photo. Your good will is much appreciated.

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56 thoughts on “The Joy Of Beefeating

  1. I like Mark Anderson. his humour matches yours – what a great way to complete the circle – and Kate, you and your sister have been very naughty – speeding in your big Merc.

  2. What a great guy.. Who hasn’t felt like this on some days? A truly disgruntled employee would ‘be shown the camera the 1 fingered salute of disrespect.
    I hope you appeared happier than Mark when you finished your speed awareness course.

  3. What a good story!

    but I have to ask: did you get to your speed awareness course on time, without speeding to get there?

  4. Hope you made your speedo training on time, they do make swimming faster more fun. wink, wink. 🙂 🙂
    Glad to see that your dour Beefeater is in fact a jolly old elf, his photo in the accompanying post is quite cheerful indeed.

  5. “Speed awareness course;” such polite terminology. 🙂 Hope it went well.

    We’ve been watching the new PBS series “Queen & Country.” The most recent episode was all about “peculiars of the crown” — the swans on the Thames, the Tower of London, the Channel Islands, etc. Now I need to review that episode to see whether Mr. Anderson may have been one of the Beefeaters who was interviewed. What fun that he contacted you and added to your tale!

  6. I love it when these things happily happen, Kate. Isn’t it great fun to suddenly hear from the object of a blog in a pleasant way? Mr. Anderson sounds like a very fine man and another layer is added to a Shrewsday tale.

    I hope your speed awareness course went well and you and your sister stopped for a cup of tea or something afterwards. Food is always the answer for me. tee hee

  7. That’s fantastic. I can’t blame Mr. Anderson for looking and feeling like that after being subjected to zillions of idiot tourists all day, with a hangover. He sounds like a nice guy. I’d have a pint with him.

    1. I intend to return to the scene of my crime, Mme W, with a box of homemade shortbread (I think they can’t drink on duty)….in our defence some of us tourists are quite nice. Not the bloggers, so much….

  8. I laughed at Christmas and I’m laughing again 🙂 It’s a fab pic, and how lovely of him to comment!
    I hope you’re both safely home, pointless.

  9. Dear Kate, I read your December post and today’s and the article about Mark the Beefeater, and I just feel happy. You’ve lightened my day. (A day with the temperature at 106 degrees F. Thank you for this romp through the Tower of London (December) and for introducing us to Mark, a true gentle-man. Peace.

      1. No, he hasn’t come around to my hovel, but Mother Nature cut me a break. At the moment it’s a cool clammy 63 here in Gotham. My hair looks like a big brown storm cloud but I’m okay with that. I also know these cool temps are temporary.

  10. Kate, may your driving courses be speedily over. Oops, well may not speedily……

    The world is such a small place when we put things online. I think it is so cool that he found it. (Did he tell you what he sought in the process?) It sounds like he has a heaping sense of humor, and it’s great that he got a slot at The Tower.

  11. Ninety five pounds! I’d take the three points, thank you!
    When I first saw the picture of that lad at Christmas I didn’t think he was THAT grumpy – just a lack of Yorkshire Pud to go with the beef, perhaps. Or the sort of tourists that drive one dilly. I do love his response.

  12. Oh I love hearing this! What a fun encounter with a delightful man! Aren’t we glad he has a good sense of humor, and I think he must have been very amused. He’s probably told all his friends…be looking for a huge bump in your readership! Ha! So sorry about the speeding issues…that’s a big expense for such a minor infraction! Debra

      1. Are you on holiday here? If so, good timing! It’s a shockingly beautiful weekend. I’m listening to wood pigeons cooing on the otherwise silent old street where Murdoch had the first ever gas-lit house. We are lucky.

      2. It’s almost Camborne – the next one along. Just got back from Fowey and Golant – it is so beautiful out there it makes you glad to be alive!

        I’ll shut up before I make myself throw up.

  13. I’ve had a similar experience, but on a more somber note. I wrote about a woman bush pilot in the North who I’d befriended. She wanted me to write her life story, but she was killed in a plane crash (she was not piloting) before she gave me details of her (English) childhood and background. Her brother wrote a comment that he was writing her story. He knew I wasn’t, but kept wanting to meet me. He wanted information about an incident I knew nothing about. My intuition signaled that there may have been a push to get money from someone his sister had helped before her death. My intuition led me to retraining my anonymity.

    Hope all is well with your license.

  14. It seems I’ve saved up my Kate-reading treats for the right morning. A smile with my iced tea was just the thing. Well played, Mark Andersen! Love his article, too. Can you even imagine? Locking the Tower? Being part of 700 years of tradition? Whoosh.

  15. Handling tourists day-in, day-out at the Tower must become quite depressing at times. I’m sure that once in a while a Beafeeter is tempted to let one of the Raven’s eat a tourist but sadly they’re not allowed too (a risk of poisoning the bird no doubt). It’s great that he contacted you 🙂

    Hope your speed awareness course went well.

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