The human body
is weird. It’s full of stuff that we’d rather not
see; oozing gooey lumps, traily stringy bits, moist,
glistening tubes and pulsating blobs all over the
place.
They all have their job to do, and they’re all
hidden away inside us. There are many people that
would prefer them to stay that way, and not to have
to witness these things under any circumstances.
Personally, I used to love TV shows like Your Life
in Their Hands – operations filmed in great detail
with the surgeon providing a running commentary on
what he was cutting, splicing and sewing back up
again. It was a bit like modifying an engine, with
less grubby oil and a lot more blood.
So why is it that everything red and oozy inside the
body has the ability to make people quake in their
boots at the mere thought of it, yet as soon as all
that nastiness is taken away, leaving just the bare
bones, the result is somehow the complete opposite –
most of us find skeletons rather amusing. Or maybe
it’s just me.
Perhaps it’s the blood that does it – maybe that’s
what puts so many people off. Surely most of us find
those live X-Ray films from the 1950s fascinating?
You know the ones – some bloke with a dodgy hair
parting operating a machine that showed all the
bones in his hand twiddling his fingers.
Apart from the obvious hair faux-pas, we weren’t put
off at all. OK, we know now that the hapless soul
probably popped his clogs a couple of years later
due to the massive radiation poisoning brought on by
his amazing machine, but as it was only bones we
could see, with no yucky red bleeding bits, everyone
is happy.
Skeletons are actually rather comical. On TV,
Steptoe and Son used a life-sized skeleton in a
number of occasions I seem to recall. They were a
couple of sad, grubby rag-and-bone men from London
who... Sorry – I have the feeling that this will
never sound even vaguely funny, no matter how hard I
try, if you’ve never seen it.
Okay then – how about those rather dated Doctor
movies from the ’50s and ’60s that had more than
their fair share of comedic skeletal escapades. You
remember them – they were about plummy-accented
trainee doctors and their various capers, all of
them living in fear of a character called Sir
Lancelot Spratt. Anyway, one common theme was pranks
involving human skeletons. Well, they were funny at
the time.
Even skeletons that were never supposed to be in the
least bit amusing end up being hilarious – the film
Jason and the Argonauts being a case in point. Were
we really supposed to be crawling under our cinema
seats with fear when those pathetic, weedy, limp-wristed
skeletons appeared? Monsters are supposed to be at
least a little bit intimidating, but these things
made a daft little rattly sound when they moved,
then fell into a pile on the ground when they got
hit. Pitiful.
I suppose I should make some attempt at mentioning
something in gardens, strangely enough with a bit of
a skeleton twist. Do you remember skeleton leaves?
We used to think they were incredible as kids, when
we used to traipse through the woods and collect
these long-dead leaves so that we could take them
into science class the next day. “You can see
inside, and everything, Miss.”
There’s actually a plant around in Thailand that is
almost as impressive as those skeleton leaves I used
to show to my science teacher. The tropical version
is the gold vein plant, or the Sanchezia speciosa.
The Thais call it ua-ang thong.
Unlike most plants which are reared for the
bountiful supply of flowers and blooms they produce,
the gold vein plant is present in most gardens due
purely to its leaves. They’re not that big, about
three inches in length, but they’re certainly
striking.
They consist of a pale green background, with
bright, skeletal, lemon veins, seemingly sprouting
from the center like snakes’ ribs. They seem to
create a kind of stained glass effect.
I recall the first time I saw one, sitting in the
long-forgotten corner of a garden center.
I saw this plant sitting there on its own, different
from the rest, not doing a great deal. It’s a while
ago now, but I recall very nearly being given the
plant by the little man that worked there – he
certainly couldn’t bring himself to charge me a huge
amount for this forgotten plant in the corner.
I’m not sure if it’s because I knew it would be
cheap or that I just had to give it a go. I had
absolutely no idea what it was, but it went home
with me anyway. I discovered that like so many other
plants here, it was pretty difficult to abuse.
It needs absolutely nothing except daily watering.
Put it in the shade and it will sprout new shoots
with glee. Give it maximum sun and it will beg for
more like an over-enthusiastic puppy. Like many
other colorful-leaved plants, the more sun it gets,
the more vivid the color of the leaves will become.
Forget its daily water ration, and it will remind
you very quickly, by wilting pathetically and
looking generally forlorn. Leave it for a couple of
days without water, and it will inspire feelings of
guilt brought on by few other plants. It likes its
water like a gardening writer likes his daily beer
requirement.
I was quite happy with the lemony-veined leaves of
the gold vein plant. They were all it needed to do.
It wasn’t until it had been residing in a pot in my
garden for a couple of years, having doubled in
size, that I noticed something over the top of my
beer. Small, tubular flowers had appeared.
They’re nothing to write home about, I’ll admit. In
fact they’re pretty laughable when compared to many
of the other variations of flora that are available
in Phuket. But they were flowers. Apparently,
flowers don’t appear on the Sanchezia speciosa
during its first couple of seasons – they save that
surprise until later.
The gold vein plant can grow to a couple of meters
tall eventually, but that can take a while if you
want it to look presentable. Frequent trimming is
the best way to encourage it to look its best, and
the ideal time to cut it back is just after it’s
flowered. It tends to sprawl a bit, so you might
want to be fairly ruthless with the pruning shears.
Most of us have now realized that skeletons in
black-and-white films starring awfully
correctly-spoken Englishmen just aren’t funny any
more. Perhaps they never were, but at least the
nurses were cute.
We also tend not to produce skeleton leaves for
science class nowadays, either. We’re over ten, with
kids of our own. Next time, save them the effort of
tramping through the woods and just point them in
the direction of that Sanchezia speciosa at the
bottom of the garden. Give them the hose while
they’re there.