A Worthy Explanation

The Birth of Raxworthy

We were driving down Grahames Road.  It would have been late 2003 I suppose, and we were in the final stages of moving from our previous residence, number 18 Halton Street, Strowan, to number 6 Hornsby Street, Bishopdale.  I was in the passenger seat of Mr. Peach's car.  We had our trailer on the back, with a few of the last things, awkwardly shaped bits of furniture.  Mr. Peach was driving.  “See that street?” Mr. Peach asks.  “Raxworthy Street”.  I looked to my left, and sure enough, there was the typical street sign on a power pylon that was conveniently positioned close enough to the corner, to make a standalone post un-necessary.  The sign was the usual blue colour, made of metal, and something like 10 feet off the ground, with  “RAXWORTHY ST” printed in a bold “arialoid” font, in white.  I nodded assent, and Mr. Peach continued.  “Me and my workmates invented a guy called Mr. Raxworthy”, he said.  I hadn't been expecting this, and if from anyone, not from Mr. Peach.  He's a serious enough man, but with a good sense of humor.  “But not this”, I thought.  “What the heck?  An imaginary guy called Raxworthy?  Workmates?”.  Mr. Peach worked at the airport, dealing with luggage.  Unabashed, he went on.  “Whenever the phone rings”, he said, concentrating on the road as we came up to the Grahames/Ilam Road roundabout, “One of us will say: “That'll be Raxworthy”.  Or if there's a bag with no label, we decide that it's Raxworthy's”.  I asked one or two things about this “Raxworthy”, and was told one or two things.  I promptly forgot all about the guy when we arrived at 6 Hornsby.

“Hey”, I said, directing the general comment in the direction of Andrew.  “Hey, I know this guy called Raxworthy”.  I continued to tell Andrew and Si, my bro, the little I knew about him.  They both expressed a farily generous interest, and I resolved to find out more about this elusive character.

A couple of months or so later, I emailed Mr. Peach, asking for some more details related to Raxworthy.  Raxworthy's first name, I was told, was Darren.

The age of Raxworthy had begun.  Step aside James Bond.

What does he do?

Darren Raxworthy, often assisted by his band of men carry out a modern, “alternative” might be the word, form of evangalism.  Though modern, Darren and his men will by no means and in any way substitute the Gospel and the offense of the cross, resulting in easy believism.  Pragmatism is not considered.  

Raxworthy distributes Bibles as well as evangalising.  He keeps an extremely low profile, grateful for any doubt as to his existence, or exactly what he does.