

I can't help feeling I'm having my leg pulled here, but since I wrote my recent blog post on Victor Pendlebury, I've received no less than twelve e-mails ranting about the glories of The Saddleworth Sage. One even suggests that I rename this blog "The Victor Pendlebury Appreciation Society".
Well, ladies and gentleman, let's not forget that the highly conventional Town Hall planning officer that was the real Victor actually baulked at introducing his neighbours to the concept of his wildly bohemian trial marriage, and planned to pass Mavis off as "Mrs Pendlebury".
He wasn't that daring!
But still he excites interest.
Just imagine what might have happened if he had married Mavis! says Joan P.
He was a Heathcliffe to Mavis's Cathy, says "EastEnders Disliker".
He was a man amongst Mavis, says my wife.
Actually, he was rather a good character, says I.

2 comments:
Victor was, quite simply, a man. And like most men he was simple.
I really enjoyed the Victor/Mavis story.
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