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The Lodger by Hari Newnham [OH834]
[Music playing]
Hari Newnham [HN] : And this is me. I have an interesting family from two very different backgrounds. The usual family dinner starts on a Sunday evening, myself, my sister, my parents, and often my mother’s parents who happened to live on the same road. The whole day of fiasco starts at about 11am when my grandma phones and rudely asks, “What’s for food?” this conversation turns into a heated chat according to my mum, but in my words an argument. Later in the day the moaning starts, the first problem is the portion size, my grandma in her eyes, “Can’t eat,” my grandmother then goes on to make up excuses such as, “I have oesophagus problems,” or, “It mixes with my medicine.” We’re doing a little animation of sort of how my family came over here, to sort of my mum’s side, not sure if you know Hans and Conta [?], they’re my –
A2: I know, I’m aware, yeah, I met on that day, on Sunday we met.
HN: Yeah.
A2: Yeah, and she told me about you [laughs].
A3: [Inaudible 00:01:46].
HN: Only good things I hope.
A2: Good boy, yes.
HN: So yeah, I’m doing an animation. My dad isn’t from India, he lived in a caravan in Bedford until he was seven, until his parents finally bought a new house. It was a different time and money was hard, when my mum’s brother moved out, Hans had an idea. My dad Martin came to Bristol to study zoology, and he arrived still needing digs, and bumped into Hans. My gran didn’t trust him at first, but they all eventually got to know him, including the landlord’s daughter, Anita, and this is how my parents met, and my grandad knew there was something going on, but it only came out when my dad eventually got caught visiting my mum at her digs at university in Birmingham. But their relationship obviously survived, so I’ve got two different backgrounds merged into one, they’ve created the perfect hybrid, me, and my sister I suppose. But now my sister’s gone to uni, there’s a free room in our house, so my mum’s joking about finding a suitable lodger for me.
[Music playing]
Hari Newnham [HN] : And this is me. I have an interesting family from two very different backgrounds. The usual family dinner starts on a Sunday evening, myself, my sister, my parents, and often my mother’s parents who happened to live on the same road. The whole day of fiasco starts at about 11am when my grandma phones and rudely asks, “What’s for food?” this conversation turns into a heated chat according to my mum, but in my words an argument. Later in the day the moaning starts, the first problem is the portion size, my grandma in her eyes, “Can’t eat,” my grandmother then goes on to make up excuses such as, “I have oesophagus problems,” or, “It mixes with my medicine.” We’re doing a little animation of sort of how my family came over here, to sort of my mum’s side, not sure if you know Hans and Conta [?], they’re my –
A2: I know, I’m aware, yeah, I met on that day, on Sunday we met.
HN: Yeah.
A2: Yeah, and she told me about you [laughs].
A3: [Inaudible 00:01:46].
HN: Only good things I hope.
A2: Good boy, yes.
HN: So yeah, I’m doing an animation. My dad isn’t from India, he lived in a caravan in Bedford until he was seven, until his parents finally bought a new house. It was a different time and money was hard, when my mum’s brother moved out, Hans had an idea. My dad Martin came to Bristol to study zoology, and he arrived still needing digs, and bumped into Hans. My gran didn’t trust him at first, but they all eventually got to know him, including the landlord’s daughter, Anita, and this is how my parents met, and my grandad knew there was something going on, but it only came out when my dad eventually got caught visiting my mum at her digs at university in Birmingham. But their relationship obviously survived, so I’ve got two different backgrounds merged into one, they’ve created the perfect hybrid, me, and my sister I suppose. But now my sister’s gone to uni, there’s a free room in our house, so my mum’s joking about finding a suitable lodger for me.
[Music playing]