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


Finding it hard to get off the couch?

Can’t find your trackie dacks? Lost the remote? You’ve spent all day sitting in a milk bar and no famous Hollywood agents have discovered you?

I usually have a million things going on in my head, and creatively I’m the sort of person who has 47 projects on the go at any given moment. If I’d lived 100 years ago I would have needed a butler and a maid just to get me to the breakfast table.

I’m a single mother of three kids (driver, maid, washerwoman, servant) professional fool, speaker, writer and stilt walker and I wanted to finish writing my book, go overseas and get back to performing stand up comedy this year. I do not have a sherpa or a chauffeur (yet), so I went to see a life coach. A good one. One who helped me get my shit together (yes, it’s very technical this stuff). We set goals and worked out how I could possibly achieve them in the spare five minutes I have each day. And I now have a mentor for my book, I’m booked to speak at engagements this year and I’ve just been overseas.

So as Molly Meldrum would say, do yourself a favour. If you live in Sydney you can give her a call. If you don’t live in Sydney she’s on Skype. It makes sense to get someone who is very organised help you arrange the mad thoughts in your head (just me?). Especially if you’re a creative type. This is not an ad, it’s a recommendation.

http://kitegirlcoach.com


Nothing good gets away

When I was 11 my Dad told me I had to read the classic authors, these included Ernest Hemingway and John Steinbeck. My Dad, Jack Pollard, was a writer and journalist and his favourite Steinbeck book was the Grapes of Wrath. I preferred Of Mice and Men, warming to Lenny and George at a young age. As my Dad died 10 years ago today I’m posting this beautiful letter written to Steinbeck’s son as a tribute to my Dad. Love you Papa Jack. I miss you every day.

 

New York

November 10, 1958

Dear Thom:

We had your letter this morning. I will answer it from my point of view and of course Elaine will from hers.

First — if you are in love — that’s a good thing — that’s about the best thing that can happen to anyone. Don’t let anyone make it small or light to you.

Second — There are several kinds of love. One is a selfish, mean, grasping, egotistical thing which uses love for self-importance. This is the ugly and crippling kind. The other is an outpouring of everything good in you — of kindness and consideration and respect — not only the social respect of manners but the greater respect which is recognition of another person as unique and valuable. The first kind can make you sick and small and weak but the second can release in you strength, and courage and goodness and even wisdom you didn’t know you had.

You say this is not puppy love. If you feel so deeply — of course it isn’t puppy love.

But I don’t think you were asking me what you feel. You know better than anyone. What you wanted me to help you with is what to do about it — and that I can tell you.

Glory in it for one thing and be very glad and grateful for it.

The object of love is the best and most beautiful. Try to live up to it.

If you love someone — there is no possible harm in saying so — only you must remember that some people are very shy and sometimes the saying must take that shyness into consideration.

Girls have a way of knowing or feeling what you feel, but they usually like to hear it also.

It sometimes happens that what you feel is not returned for one reason or another — but that does not make your feeling less valuable and good.

Lastly, I know your feeling because I have it and I’m glad you have it.

We will be glad to meet Susan. She will be very welcome. But Elaine will make all such arrangements because that is her province and she will be very glad to. She knows about love too and maybe she can give you more help than I can.

And don’t worry about losing. If it is right, it happens — The main thing is not to hurry. Nothing good gets away.

Love,

Fa


Classroom for Success: 5 Good Things about Stuff Going Wrong

Classroom for Success: 5 Good Things about Stuff Going Wrong.


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.