Post 1.
By Custodian M.
Altered Roland Barthes (1915-1980) from ‘Myth Today.’
‘What is a myth, today? I shall give at the outset a first, very simple answer, which is consistent with etmology: myth is a type of speec…GRID.’
In 1994/95 myself, friend R, friend y and person X went for a walk up the lower side of Snaefell mountain on The Isle Of Man.
I recall it being a summer’s day – probably on a half-term summer break from university. I remember the long grass as we proceeded upwards until we reached something of a plateau and the remains of a derelict cottage.
We wandered around. I remember being in pretty high spirits at the time. I think we sat about for a bit and friend R picked up a bit of rusted metal – possibly an old drain cover. My recollection of the dialogue that followed went something like this:
Friend R: ‘It’s some kind of grid.’
Friend R then casually chucks the piece of metal to the ground.
Marc: ‘It’s now a legend.’
This comment was then followed up by collective mirth from the group when Marc(?) suggested in a possible act of sacrilege to pour coke on the said artifact.
The can was passed around where each member of the group did in fact pour coke onto the grid.
The drink was quite possibly already flat by that point.
The group then made their way back down the mountain towards the car and their respective futures in waiting.
2003.
Myself, friend R and person J revisited the site of the now legendary grid. We used the tram from Laxey to get to the summit of Snaefell.
It was a bright day… late winter perhaps. The walk this time was from the summit down to the location from approx seven years previous. The three of us walked down the mountain.
Upon reaching the site of grid we scoured the area for the hallowed object but to no avail. I think there were also hints of there having been some sort of party…litter…evidence of a fire…perhaps imagining this bit?
I knew in my heart of hearts that we wouldn’t find the Grid on that day. I think friend R’s mum picked us up at the bottom of our walk.
