Ne me quitte pas

Aujourd’hui, c’est jour de la Bastille. Jacques Brel is my favourite French singer

 


She who laughs lasts

Having a giggle is good for us. Babies laugh up to 300 times per day, adults about 20. Laughter affects our immune system, lowers cortisol levels in our body and helps us connect with other people who have a twinkle in their eye.


I say you the bestest


Ham with extra cheesiness

Happy Birthday Barry, wish I could find a copy of this shirt in an op shop

 


June 17 birthdays

James Brown and Barry Manilow were born today. In this footage, apart from the ultra funky Mr Brown you get a magnificent horn section, showbiz outfits and hair that defies gravity. There is so much to love


You better sober up for just a second

I read this in Julie Burchill’s column (Times Online before the pay wall!).

“Therapy just makes you think pointlessly and start to analyse, and before you know it, you need therapy to help you get over therapy, like a really bad holiday. Working voluntarily with people in a less fortunate position is uplifting and fulfilling, and you come home with a sense of achievement rather than a hole in your bank account and/or feeling sorry for yourself. Therapy culture has brainwashed us into thinking we need help, when if we got off our arses and helped others, we would be helping ourselves, too.”

I know some great therapists who’ve helped a lot of people but she’s right about getting off our arses. There comes a point where you have to build a bridge and get over yourself and doing volunteer work is a shortcut to feeling grateful for life’s blessings. Here endeth the lesson.

J’aimerais qu’on oublie leur couleur pour qu’ils esperent


My Big Baby

My biggest baby turns 15 today. Now we are the same age. Well, the same mental age. Those of you who know me well will say she is more mature than me. And the shrink I go to said that there’s a touch of  Edina and Saffy about our relationship. My big baby changed my life, I love her more than words. I would run in front of a speeding train for her. I can’t live without her. I used to sing her this song when she was little (minus the making love reference of course).

Happy Birthday Luscious girl. Thank God you are my daughter. I won the mothering lottery when I had you.


I hope you’re dancing

Robin Gibb died today. The boogie of the Bee Gees was a big part of my childhood. I loved their tight, white pants, their blow dried hair and their harmonies. So many musicians who were a shining part of my youth have died in the last few weeks and I want to say thank you for the music that kept me dancing and kept me sane. Thank you Robin Gibb for your beautiful voice, it will live on.

 

Well, you can tell by the way I use my walk, I’m a woman’s man, no time to talk.
Music loud and women warm.
I’ve been kicked around since I was born.
And now it’s all right, it’s OK.
And you may look the other way.
We can try to understand
The New York Times’ effect on man.

Whether you’re a brother
Or whether you’re a mother,
You’re stayin’ alive, stayin’ alive.


Hot stuff

The Queen of disco is gone, thanks for the music Donna Summer. Hope you’re rocking it with MCA and Donald ‘Duck’ Dunn.

“I will bring you to my heart…..touching my body, my soul…”

“I do know why I’m alive…..”

love this, even with the God bothering message…..

 

 


Dating and waiting is excruciating

Speed dating, slow dating or chasing your old high school boyfriend on Facebook? I’m too busy to waste time drinking rancid wine in a dodgy restaurant with a man with bad breath, so at the ripe old age of 40 something, my only thought about dating is now, “I don’t chase ’em, I replace ’em.” Single ladies, this is a lovely motto to live by.