Monday morning.
I'm not moving. Well, I have indeed moved since I woke. From
the bedroom to the sofa to this screen. And in a tick I shall head back to the sofa.
That'll be about it for today. I removed a guitar string from one of my guitars
last night to entertain the cat with. Extravagant eh? Well, she is my little
Princess. So I might be really energetic and replace it with a new set this
afternoon. Anyway. Why the waffle? Because it's my diary and I am ill and I can
waffle all I like. All day if I want. I'm a Pop Tart that likes to waffle.
Today.
Monday afternoon.
I've been on the sofa for about 7 hours since writing the last
three lines above. All wrapped up in a duvet on a million pillows. Best way to
recover from a cold. Eating and watching films and being warm. I had 16 oranges
today, four bits of toast smothered in marmite - just two slices in I realised I
am already over the squeezy bottle. Bring back the jars will you damn it - stop
messing with perfection. Milky Ways, MARATHON bars, London pubs,
marmite....whatever next I wonder. Well, they have just bred cats that are hypo
allergenic. I think they should try breeding a little Romance for people.
So, films, a bit o' Danny Boyle today which was sweet, a Larry
Clark, (Peter I shall return it at last!) the one and only Ray Winstone in
"Vincent", crappy cop prog which I am liking lots. One heck of a man that one. I
also watched How to Marry a Millionaire, AGAIN. Marilyn looks as sweet as ever,
she never ceases to impress. See, Miss Monroe is Romantic.
Watching the film again reminded me of the lack of it around
between people. I'm not accusing anybody specific. It's just a general feeling
about. I mean, it has to be up to us all, doesn't it. And you certainly can't
rely on the Government or any of the tedious celebrity folk around. They have
sweet F.A. to say that might ease a few stiff jaws. Well, perhaps I am dwelling
on a few of the folk I have come across in my life - (not all, I do know some
beauties!) - and perhaps I could' a stuck my romantic expectations a lot higher as often
recommended by my friends! (Sorry Ruth, Christian and Mum) My last Romantic
relationship finished earlier this year and was a F***ing bloody nightmare.
I am a ridiculously romantic and honest soul, which I realised the hard way
doesn't suit everybody. Having a person consistently accuse you of daydreaming,
cheating or daydreaming of cheating can be seriously tiresome. NOT romantic.
Maybe we are all out of it. Romance. Maybe it's out of
date. Maybe there are too many bad things going on in the world for people not
to want to put themselves first all the time. Maybe we are growing into shallow,
tiresome, greedy little nobodies. We've watched too much reality television and
stopped caring because there doesn't appear to be much point. No. It's not all
doom and gloom. I'm just behaving like a morbid old spinster with a moody cold and
I bet you're all tucked up at home together in Love being Lovely and planning
beautiful things.
Monday night.
Yes! You are. I know you are. You are
all Lovely and cheery and positive and when I wake up tomorrow I'll be Lovely
and cheery again too. Not quite sure where today's rant was heading but
It's kind of finished now and it's all good as I've written some notes about my
grumbles which will no doubt end up in a new song. It's all part of the goofball
process. You blurb a lot and then it all makes sense. Hopefully.
Oh, on the news front, we have a gig
coming up at the 333 club in Brick Lane, details to follow, AND, most
importantly, the one and only TAYLOR
is back! She has been on holiday so it's been madly dull for a week or so. She
is currently without a P.C. as SHE GOT THE SACK FROM WORK FOR SWEARING
aaaHAHAHAHHAaaaaa. Killer.
See, some good old fashioned glamour
is alive and kicking in MV!
Good night. X
