Who Is Your Stylist?

For the past two days I have had to wade through pages and pages of legal documents (don’t ask!) at a venue in central London. While I was within the building, I embarrassed myself. Well…to be honest, I think I embarrassed someone else. I wandered into the ladies back stage at this rather swanky venue. I walked in and then I walked out moments later and asked a guy who looked familiar, but who was dressed like a doorman, if he knew who I could ask regarding the supplies for the ladies facilities. He looked at me with an odd expression. So I spelt it out nice and clearly for the gentleman, “there is no toilet paper” in any of the cubicles.

He asked me who I was. I explained. He apologised and said he would contact management. Then he introduced himself. I immediately recognised the name. That’s when it clicked why he looked so familiar! He is the owner of the venue (and several other central London properties). I have been at events where he has been in attendance, but I have never actually spoken to him before. I decided to play dumb because I didn’t want him to realize I knew who he was!

I know you might be wondering. Look at the picture above. If you see a man dressed like this, don’t you think “doorman”??? Would you look at him and think he owned numerous central London properties and could probably buy a whole country – not Greenland though! (Greenland is not up for sale – ok!!!)

I asked the owner of the building, a man who is rolling in mular – more money than Scrooge McDuck – where I can find more toilet paper!!! I am taken aback at how smooth I am at times! I realized this was a faux pas. Yet I did not actually feel embarrassed. Instead the hilarity of the situation started to choke me, and I had to restrain myself from giggling. Well, he and I had a little chat about all sorts – the weather, British politics, and the increase of violence in London. It was such an odd conversation. I was desperate to think of an excuse so that I could escape. It took me a while though to come up with something. Anyway…

I think he needs to invest a little cash in hiring a style guru. Someone who is so rich should not be walking around dressed like a doorman!

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Think Of Me… Think Of Me Fondly

All sorts of songs are coming back to my mind this week.

Do you think that Goldfinch will remember me? I mean he is going to be busy when he goes back to Australia. He will be with his family. He has to sort out his house. There have been five tenants there, but one tenant is leaving, so Goldfinch is planning to move back into his house.

He also has to start his new job. I am sure he will be wanting to catch up with friends, maybe there will be female friends who have a soft spot for him?

I can’t bear to think about it right now.  He will be free to do as he pleases. He is free. Goldfinch needs freedom. My health problems since my head injuries would seriously effect his freedom. He will be free to live his life in anyway that makes him happy. I have made my decision and I must remember I love him and I want him to live in a way I am unable to. I have no right to begrudge him the happiest life possible. Although it does hurt right now, I want him to find love, I want him to be loved. I want him to be happy.

My only selfish hope is that he won’t forget me. I would like to stay in his memory for a long time to come. A memory like an exquisite flower with a delightful fragrance.

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Weak This Week

I am giving to give you all due notice…

…I am tearful!

However, that is allowed. I am allowed to cry! Crying is a very wonderful thing. I plan to let myself cry as much as I want this week.

You might see one or two weepy posts from me. But it will pass…I have survived much worse.

Right now, I am feeling rather weak, and I do believe I shall be feeling weak all week. I have to say goodbye to Goldfinch. I have to be strong for him.

In the meantime, I am going to admit, it does not take much to make tears start brimming over my eye-lids. But that is alright my friends. Crying is allowed!

 

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She’ll Be Driving Six White Horses When She Comes Yee-Hah!

Jim Adams, aka Newepicauthor, the creator of A Unique Title For Me, is hosting SONG-LYRIC-SUNDAY and this week he has chosen the theme: COWBOY/HAT/HORSE/WESTERN

Well, I chose a song initially that was kind of a rap about a crazy cowboy. But I felt bad. I felt I wasn’t really embracing the theme properly. The problem is I have listened to a long list of country music this week, all songs about cowboys, and I have realized I hate country music. Am I allowed to say that? I know hate is a very strong word.

Oh dear I am not making a good start to this week’s SONG-LYRIC SUNDAY am I? But I have officially now placed the entire country music genre into the same box as pan-pipe instrumentals, Latvian folk music and Bhuddist chants. It is just not my cup of tea. Much as I love Dolly Parton and John Denver, I think I have to own up and admit, if I never hear another country music track again it will be too soon!

I do realize this is utter sacrilege to some…and I have possibly alienated every Taylor Swift fan (and I am cool with Taylor, I have seen her around, she is alright you know) but I am being honest about country music – brutally honest I suppose. And even Taylor seems to have edged away from country music. Now that she is almost an honorary Londoner (and if she has been brave enough to go on nights out in Brixton, she deserves some kind of medal), that is a wise move – because I don’t think the English get American country music. Woah! I am making so many sweeping generalities here, I’m going to get myself into trouble! I am sure Taylor Swift still likes country music – do not listen to a word I say!

Can I redeem myself by saying that I have been to Texas and I had an amazing time out there. It was the All-Stars in Houston – completely crackers! We went to some great parties. And Snoop Dog was staying a few doors down from us. We also saw Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeyonsay! We stayed with a really cool family (who were originally from New York) who took us to a cowboy bar. Everyone there was wearing cowboy hats and boots and there was a band playing fantastic music. But thinking back, me and my English friend were the only two white girls in the bar. Every one else was black. The music that night was great, it had a proper beat you could properly swing your hips dance to, not just do some frolicky two-step.

However, I finally settled on a song that I do like. It is a song that I have been singing since I was five years old! We used to sing it in the playground and in singing lessons at school. We have sung it in the back of the car on family days out. And to be honest it is a song that has often come to mind when we need to lighten the atmosphere and “get the party going” so to speak.

I give you two versions of it – The Peanuts cast performing it first of all…and for a really awesome sound, listen to Mitch Miller and co. Yee-hah!

Perhaps I should mention at this point that when we sang this song at primary school, we sang the same chorus in between each verse. I don’t know whose idea it was, but we loved it:

“Singing ay ay ippy- ippy ay, yee-hah, singing ayay ippy – ippy ay, yee-hah

singing ay ay ippy, me mother’s gone the chippy

singing ay ay ippy – ippy ay, yee-hah”

She’ll be coming round the mountain when she comes
She’ll be coming round the mountain when she comes
Coming round the mountain, she’ll be coming round the mountain
Coming round the mountain when she comes

She’ll be driving six white horses when she comes
She’ll be driving six white horses when she comes
She’ll be driving six white horses, she’ll be driving six white horses
Driving six white horses when she comes

And we’ll all go out to meet her when she comes
Yes we’ll all go out to meet her when she comes
We’ll all go out to greet her, yes we will all go out to meet her
We’ll all go out to meet her when she comes

She’ll be wearing pink pajamas when she comes
She’ll be wearing pink pajamas when she comes
Wearing red pajamas, why is she wearing pink pajamas
Don’t know why but she’ll be wearing pink pajamas when she comes

She’ll be coming round the mountain when she comes
She’ll be coming round the mountain when she comes
Coming round the mountain, she’ll be coming round the mountain
Coming round the mountain when she comes

Coming round the mountain when she comes