Dear Diary

It's been ages since I last wrote in you. True, I've been writing for other people and things are going pretty well, so I have been busy. Hopefully this little entry will make up for the days of neglect you've suffered.

I wanted to tell you about a conversation I had with my husband.

We're not normally in the bathroom at the same time - we follow a complicated routine every evening that accommodates my husband's OCD tendencies so I'm usually in bed already by the time he is ready to begin his evening toilette. Last night however, a series of events led to us both in the en suite at the same time. He was brushing his teeth and I was lamenting how quickly my eyebrows grow.

Seriously, since I saw Ian and he eradicated the most obvious signs of my aging, I've not needed to look in a mirror - let's face it, I don't go out - and in the last couple of days my normally beautifully shaped brows have advanced in to no man's land unnoticed. Anyway, I digress.

Conversation had taken one of its more usual turns into the obscure when I made a joke about Howard Jones being big in Japan. The joke itself wouldn't be funny to anyone except us, but I won't disappoint when I tell you the punchline involved the words "get to know you well". Our chat continued...

He: Remember when we went to see him - that was an experience (Isle of Wight early on in our relationship)

Me: I've seen him five times

He: Yes darling, but you've also seen Celine Dion

And with that, I was ruined. Because I have seen HoJo five times, and Celine once (she was phenomenal). I've also seen McFly (post Harry's turn on Strictly) and I heard them once supporting Busted (yes, supporting) when they played at a school close to where I lived. I've seen The Dubliners more times than I can remember (Irish family) and The Drifters (including an original member when I was very young).

Sometimes I think I'm quite cool - I've been to see The Darkness, Noel Gallagher and his flock, and Green Day three times each.

But then I remember I've seen The Corrs (*blush*) and I realise I'm not in the least cool at all.

But for those that may sneer at Howard and his New Song, nothing (and I mean nothing) compares to my experience watching Foxy Shazam, the supporting act for Justin and the boys in 2012.

Look them up - I'm still not entirely sure what happened that night.

Comments

Post a Comment

Thanks for ranting!

Popular posts from this blog

Eins, un, odin, ekab, uno, moja, eis, ett, wahed, yksi

Ike and Tina had it wrong. It doesn't take two - it takes just one. One person to believe in you, one opportunity to achieve your dreams, one moment in the spotlight. If you need convincing, read on. Elizabeth I: move over Scary, Ginger, Baby, Posh and Sporty, she's the original girl power babe Madonna, Prince, Adele, Drake, Moby... the mono-moniker is on-trend and increasingly being adopted by formerly two-tagged celebs Coco Chanel: legendary designer who transformed fashion, famous singleton Elvis Presley (OK, I know he had a twin brother, but Jesse was sadly stillborn): only child and holder of a number of world records Sure, there are myriad pairings, groups and mobs that have their place in history, but frankly name checking them doesn't fit with my theme.  My point is this - it isn't necessary to have many, sometimes all you need is one. One chance, one more time, one vision, one night in Bangkok, one minute warning. And when it's The One, ...
Read more

Freakosystem

We live in a bizarre part of Kent. An Area of Outstanding Natural Beauty and close to a very special ancient woodland, our village in the North Downs experiences extreme weather, even when the rest of Kent is relatively unscathed by environmental factors. Today, we're snowed in. I know the rest of Kent has suffered as a result of the Beast from the East - I've seen the social media posts: excited children with questionably formed snow-things; travel chaos and stories of hours stranded on M-x (a little highway algebra reference there); and parents suffering from a potent cocktail of cabin fever and anxiety that there's more on the way and they'll have the kids again tomorrow - but ours bought vodka and solyanka, and has settled down to watch the Bolshoi dance Swan Lake. It's here for a while. For our village, it's less "how will I get to work" and more "how will I get off the drive?" Even if we do get out via the every-which-way-is-treache...
Read more

Mummy is full of love for Mrs Jelly Baby

My girls and their friends love their rock music, and their food, so they had a great time at Justock this weekend, but there's nothing in this world that can't be improved with glitter. Fortunately, we had Mrs Jelly Baby at the party too. This lady is a bubble of loveliness, from her box of face-painting tricks to her liquorice-allsorts print dress. She was recommended to me by an old (old) school friend (my friend isn't old, she's the same age as me, I mean she and I went to the same school from the age of 4), and it was a great shout. Girls, boys and parents all sat unbelievably still while they were transformed under the artistry of Mrs Jelly Baby. This wasn't just face-painting, this was face-art. Chunky, home-mixed glitter, 3D unicorn horns and butterfly wings, every colour and texture you could ask for, expertly applied by this lovely lady. She worked throughout the party and asked for nothing more than a table and a chair. Obviously we fed her! It wa...
Read more