I am here I promise and have got a horde of posts I intend to write up soon – just been idling and thinking and daydreaming and reading real books and going to the cinema and doing more thinking and commenting far too much on other people’s blogs instead of attending to my own – and working…
The above is a picture of Blaze Starr as snapped by one of my favourite photographers Diane Arbus. Dick’s atmospheric post on motels (another of my favourite subjects) inspired me to dig this out. Ta ta for now.
I am going to a 70’s disco – can you guess? How awfully New Year and provincial of me. I will be wearing this outfit but possibly with different shoes.
More photo’s (after the heavy edit session in the morning no doubt) in the New Year. Thank you all for being such great real life and cyber real life friends – I am indebtted to each and every one of you.
Well it doesn’t get much better than this: am currently wearing my new t-shirt
It says ROCK ON DOWN in blue glittery lettering. The Squidget is roller skating up and down the house in these
vintage late 70’s Roller Riders – they are 4 sizes too big for him but…what the heck! Meanwhile – I am slurping fine red wine and roastng an organic chicken and listening to Barry from Tolworth request Turn It on Again by Phil Collins/Genesis on South West London’s finest radio station Radio Jackie!
DJ Bernie Simmons is up next!
Any requests? I might ring in and ask for Cher’s “If I Can Turn Back Time”.
Happy Christmas everybody. Romoster of Ro xx
Here is a little Christmas card to you all. Have a lovely time won’t you? I have to say I am mortally bored of it already. No doubt there will be much posting and a possible podcast over Christmas as a result. Press HERE for festive revelry courtesy of I and Squidget Son of The Mother Of All Things Rock. Press HERE for my podcast Listen With Rockmother archive – remember to vote pop-pickers – I am still hovering in the Top 50 chart!.
Tara for now x
I made this as a surprise present for my Dad’s 70th birthday in September. He was planning on moving from the dirty built up East End of London to rural Normandy soon after. The picture shows me, my brothers and my son all whirling and diving like little leaves from the city into the yellow autumn trees for him. It isn’t a very good photo as my good camera broke just as I tried to get a record of the piece. It is a sort of picture within a picture. I started putting it together on the floor and then realised I had to move it onto backing paper in order to finally get it into a frame. I had to take it all to bits to do that. In order for me to remember where I had placed everything I needed to take a photo for reference. This photo then became the base of the piece from which everything else kaleidoscopically grew. There are little junctures of time in there like my son’s first dive and my brother posing with his bike after winning his first bike race. The towerblock is actually one I took a picture of in Argentina, the trees are from Richmond on a cold February day and the rest is from history. I used sharp sewing scissors and extra strong Pritt. That’s it. I did another one for a good friend last month. I might post that up soon. The yellow trees feature in that one too.
Oh no. I’m all sweaty and panicky as I have done something really bad. You really all do need to pray for me and hope that someone else buys the camera that ‘he who snores like a bison’ is currently selling and has 2 hours to go on that famous auction site starting with an e and ending in b a y. I helped him post it up last week and yesterday he had a had a bidder. I checked it last night and bid a pound knowing full well someone else would have set a higher bid on it. Phew. They had. I checked again just now and bid another pound thinking that I would have been outbid. But NO. I AM THE HIGHEST BIDDER. NOOOOOOO. I only did it to help him get a better price and now it has potentially all back-fired. What is worse is that he doesn’t know I have done this.
Ouch, my feet are burning. Hang on – I might just check in case someone has trounced me (please, please) while I am writing this.
Tap. Tap tap-tappity-tap….. No. Of course – they haven’t. It’s lunch time and it runs out in two hours and everyone will be Christmas shopping and I will be the winner! Aaaaagghhhh.
Behold, lo the baby angels are praying for me and you all must too. I was only trying to help him get a good price and it will be so awful if it all backfires! That will teach me. Right – I can’t take the pressure – I’m off out and when I come back I won’t be the winner. Watch this space. (And think positive thoughts in the meantime please.
UPDATE: So I suppose you all want to know what happened don’t you? I’ll give you a hint. Phew!
Do you think they had a competition to name the bear (and lied about it afterwards…)?
My teddy was just called………..Teddy. My panda was called……….Panda. And I had a koala bear called……….Humphrey. Broke the mould there! And a goldfish called…………George (who split because we fed him too much). Poor George.
DISH OF THE DAY
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Perhaps it is for his ‘arthritis’?
Maybe Barry’s been influenced by the wild-child behaviour of younger musicians – and in particular Britney Spears who he recently defended or possibly scored off earlier in the evening.
Empathetic Manilow joined the chorus of celebrities rooting for the troubled singer. He said he was “heartbroken” by her current troubles, because the pop superstar’s new album proves she has real talent.
Go on Barry – we love you. Let’s hope the Manager of the Las Vegas Hilton didn’t notice..
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