Making A Swift Escape

nights inLast night I was with some friends. I headed over to the home of one of my friends straight after work, thinking that I would be later than others. But, it seemed that I was one of the earliest to arrive.

One of the girls already there was that lovely friend of mine who drove me up to North Wales recently and played hours of the music created by one particular musician to me. She clearly wanted to talk to us about Taylor Swift. Which was fine. Friday night, talking about music is not a bad idea. It’s obvious our level of interest is negligible compared to her’s. My friend is well within the realms of besotted fandom. I have mentioned in the past I don’t understand fandom myself. I just like a little bit of lots of different music¬† genres, and I like variety. I don’t really want to listen to more than two songs in a row by the same artist.

work1My friend wanted to tell us all about some kind of disagreement Taylor Swift is having with some chap who is not on my radar at all – who apparently bought her old music label and therefore owns the original master recordings of her music creations. Honestly, I don’t want music to be political. I used to work for a record company. I am aware of a lot of “goings-on” within the entertainment industry that…well, I chose to leave the music industry for more than one reason. But I still have friends who work in the music industry, both as musicians and in music management, and as radio station DJs and working as sound engineers for musicians. I hear about all sorts of dramas going on.

showMy friend wanted us to watch the recent performance from her favourite artist at an award show. But it was going to be long, and definitely more than one song. She played the beginning, which to those of us who are not ofay with this dispute, seemed to be a little odd. That’s not a criticism, we just didn’t understand the significance of the start of the performance because we had no knowledge of the scale of this grievance. Apparently, there was a hidden meaning in the first part of the performance, but my friend didn’t have chance to explain it to us.

London, Bridge, Shard, River, LondonAnyway…just as she was flinging off her white shirt to reveal her sparkly number underneath, some of our other friends arrived. They came in very excited and began telling us of the awful afternoon they had experienced because of their locality to London Bridge, where there was another terror related incident yesterday. As you can imagine, our attention was swiftly diverted to our other friends. We had lots of questions for them and some of my friends started to google news reports to find out what had happened. Conversation about what happened dominated the rest of the evening.

My lovely friend didn’t get the chance to show us the whole of Taylor Swift’s performance afterall. She wanted me to watch it before I left last night, but I was having such a terrible coughing fit (you know when you cough so hard, you feel a bit of pee escape) that I said my goodbyes so I could get back home. I felt I needed to make a swift escape (excuse the pun) before my coughing became worse.

tsa.pngAnyway, when I woke up this morning, she had emailed me a link so I could watch it. I was so sleepy this morning (this cough is really taking it out of me) and I knew I needed to wake up and get ready to go out. But I was so tired! Anyway, I decided to click the link so I could watch the performance. It certainly woke me up! Feeling energised I made a swift exit from my bed and jumped in the shower singing away.

It was coooooooooool! I don’t know all the songs. But I know “Shake It Off” and the last song, she performed. I really like those two. So, I have to remember to text my friend to tell her I watched it and thought it was great. As for Taylor Swift, well, it just looked as if she was having an amazing time on stage and loving every minute. The audience too, looked as if they were having a great time and loving the show. To me, that is what music is all about. So it was a delight to watch someone who clearly likes what she does.

Anyway, I thought it was so entertaining, I thought I would pop the same link my friend sent me onto the end of this post.

Tiny Pink Flutters

Only you…only you, who knows my name.

Will it always be this way? Do you want me to keep reading in between the lines? Looking out for clues meant for me only? Or will there be a direct heart to heart?

You have said enough for me to never ask any awkward questions. But it would be joyful to share a something with you. A secret something perhaps. Lines we never need to cross. Questions we never need to ask. A secret code for only you and I.

Wall, Brick, Grafitti, Window, Love, Couple, Balloons

I don’t need an explanation. But perhaps I do need an invitation. Do you want me to watch over you on your journey? Do you want me to be that listening ear that is rooting for you? Do you want me to offer my hand should you fall again? Do you want to rest on my shoulder and weep a while? Or shall we just run, run like children through golden sun-kissed fields?

I don’t want to cause trouble. But if you want me to take your hand and follow you on your journey, I am here.

Tiny pink flutters marching through me.




Jack In The Big Apple

nycJack is heading to New York for just less than a week in December. He seems to have an invitation for so many exciting events. There is no way he can go to everything. Most of his public appearances or events are in connection with charities he works with.

But every now and then he gets all excited to receive an invite to something that is not connected with his work as a volunteer. It’s more to do with his work in entertainment and his friends in that industry.

But he has managed to pad out his week with some training at a center in New York where a lot of the projects he has been involved in are coordinated from. So most of the week in New York will be “business” – well, volunteer business – and then he has this event he is super excited about right in the middle of his time there.

I don’t have it in me to be jealous. I am just amazed at how he seems to gets to go to so many interesting events and places, and seems to meet, or already know, so many people who are famous for one reason or another.

him.gifI love him. But sometimes, I am also a bif in awe of him. I don’t think that is a bad thing. It’s the volunteer spirit he has that is what is more significant to me than his involvement in the entertainment industry. He is my very own Magical Mister Mistoffelees!

Do I wish I was tagging along with him? Yes. But mainly because I will miss him and because I wish I was with him always. Just so I could marvel at his charismatic, gregarious, lovable ways. And I am an eency weency bit curious about the city of New York.

Hope he takes lots of photos for me. This is Jack…he will be taking selfies and photos every five minutes!