Dear Dobson,
My creative juices appear to have stopped flowing. I'm dry as a menopausal vagina and I blame one thing and one thing only for this arid state of affairs... Contentment.
Now don't get me wrong, life is not all peaches and cream, of course there are many things I would change or improve given the opportunity or the finances, but in general I don't know if I've ever had it so good.
I am unsure as to whether this new state of Zen comes as a result of maturity, wisdom, awareness and generally being comfortable in my own skin or as a result of things having previously been so shit that anything is an improvement. Having given it some thought, I believe it's the former.
Without going all hippy on your arse, I feel as if good is begetting good and it's fucking fabulous. My recent application form has earnt me an interview, my jazz duo is now a quartet with an impending gig at a Central London venue and I have a man who thinks nothing of repairing my mangled runner's toenails...
I feel as if I can have whatever I want right now. That concept scares me a little, but not enough to stop me asking. Sacrificing some of my creative juice doesn't seem like such a bad trade off to me.
Frankie
Thursday 30 May 2013
Sunday 12 May 2013
Highs And Lows
Dear Dobson,
My week, in a nutshell.
Low Point:
Parenthood has been one of this week's crashing lows. I've never rated myself much as a mother if I'm honest; I don't make my own houmous or anything, but I like to think I do a decent job and most importantly, my boys know they're loved. Unfortunately oldest has entered what we have labelled 'The P Zone' - yes indeed, as his thirteenth birthday looms, Puberty arrives and the odious stench of testosterone hangs heavy in the air like ammonia. All kinds of muscles are currently getting a good flexing.
He has behaved appallingly of late and I yearn for the days when a clip around the ear wasn't something that could land you in court. If this is just the beginning of a catalogue of heinous pubescent behaviour then I'd like to terminate my contract here and now.
What do you mean I can't terminate my contract?
I suppose I simply attempt to muddle through the best I can, like many other parents have before me - except my own mother of course who did less than her best, but that's a whole other story I can't be arsed investing any energy in right now...
High Point:
The Love Train is stoked full of coal and is chugging along beautifully. I don't know where it's destined to go, but being aboard it makes me very happy. The Man is warm, wonderful and uncomplicated - I love having him in my life.
Any Other Business:
The application form has gone away. The waiting game commences. I shall know within three weeks or so if I'm up for interview. Obviously they'd be mad not to take me.
I went to the cinema to see the new Star Trek film and found myself strangely drawn to Spock. I never thought I'd use a Vulcan as stimulus for a wank.
I miss you and would like you to come back.
Frankie
My week, in a nutshell.
Low Point:
Parenthood has been one of this week's crashing lows. I've never rated myself much as a mother if I'm honest; I don't make my own houmous or anything, but I like to think I do a decent job and most importantly, my boys know they're loved. Unfortunately oldest has entered what we have labelled 'The P Zone' - yes indeed, as his thirteenth birthday looms, Puberty arrives and the odious stench of testosterone hangs heavy in the air like ammonia. All kinds of muscles are currently getting a good flexing.
He has behaved appallingly of late and I yearn for the days when a clip around the ear wasn't something that could land you in court. If this is just the beginning of a catalogue of heinous pubescent behaviour then I'd like to terminate my contract here and now.
What do you mean I can't terminate my contract?
I suppose I simply attempt to muddle through the best I can, like many other parents have before me - except my own mother of course who did less than her best, but that's a whole other story I can't be arsed investing any energy in right now...
High Point:
The Love Train is stoked full of coal and is chugging along beautifully. I don't know where it's destined to go, but being aboard it makes me very happy. The Man is warm, wonderful and uncomplicated - I love having him in my life.
Any Other Business:
The application form has gone away. The waiting game commences. I shall know within three weeks or so if I'm up for interview. Obviously they'd be mad not to take me.
I went to the cinema to see the new Star Trek film and found myself strangely drawn to Spock. I never thought I'd use a Vulcan as stimulus for a wank.
I miss you and would like you to come back.
Frankie
Wednesday 8 May 2013
Just Not Tony Hart - Please
Dear Dobson,
Since the Jimmy Savile story broke several months ago, I have been somewhat distressed by the long line of celebrity paedophiles, rapists and sex offenders that has continued to emerge. It's like the televisual story of my youth is slowly being destroyed before my very eyes...
Yesterday's revelation that Tarby may be joining the ranks of Savile et al was yet another inappropriate slap in the face. It would seem the concept of 'Variety' in the 70s meant exactly that.
As an homage to the continuing scandal, and with some assistance from The Man, I have come up with a list of top five tracks to mark the occasion:
Aaaaaaat 5... 'Clair' by Gilbert O'Sullivan
Aaaaaaat 4... 'Thank Heaven For Little Girls' from Gigi
Aaaaaaat 3... 'Sweet Sixteen' by Neil Sedaka
Aaaaaaat 2... 'Girl, You'll Be A Woman Soon' by Neil Diamond
And at Number 1... 'Young Girl' by Gary Puckett and The Union Gap
Obviously Serge Gainsbourg gets a special mention for 'Lemon Incest', the duet which he sang with his then twelve year old daughter...
Unfortunately I've little doubt that in the time it's taken me to write this, yet another celebrity's name will have been added to the ever increasing list. I'm sure it will stop eventually, it has to, else there will be no-one left to out.
Happy Wednesday.
Frankie
Since the Jimmy Savile story broke several months ago, I have been somewhat distressed by the long line of celebrity paedophiles, rapists and sex offenders that has continued to emerge. It's like the televisual story of my youth is slowly being destroyed before my very eyes...
Yesterday's revelation that Tarby may be joining the ranks of Savile et al was yet another inappropriate slap in the face. It would seem the concept of 'Variety' in the 70s meant exactly that.
As an homage to the continuing scandal, and with some assistance from The Man, I have come up with a list of top five tracks to mark the occasion:
Aaaaaaat 5... 'Clair' by Gilbert O'Sullivan
Aaaaaaat 4... 'Thank Heaven For Little Girls' from Gigi
Aaaaaaat 3... 'Sweet Sixteen' by Neil Sedaka
Aaaaaaat 2... 'Girl, You'll Be A Woman Soon' by Neil Diamond
And at Number 1... 'Young Girl' by Gary Puckett and The Union Gap
Obviously Serge Gainsbourg gets a special mention for 'Lemon Incest', the duet which he sang with his then twelve year old daughter...
Unfortunately I've little doubt that in the time it's taken me to write this, yet another celebrity's name will have been added to the ever increasing list. I'm sure it will stop eventually, it has to, else there will be no-one left to out.
Happy Wednesday.
Frankie
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