This is a work of art I did some time ago based on the ‘Rush Hour Crush’ entries in the London Metro, in which men so often refer to women they have seen and want to contact as ‘beautiful’, ‘stunning’ or ‘gorgeous’.
What hope the plain or ugly?
I have resumed collecting cuttings recently and could fill a few more sheets like this with similar comments.
I went to another show in London yesterday afternoon and really enjoyed it – 42nd Street at the Theatre Royal, Drury Lane.
I’ve been to a lot of the London shows in the last few years, but this one I would recommend as the best and most spectacular. If someone from overseas or out of town asks you which show to go and see, well I’d say this one, it won’t disappoint.
I like going to these things without looking them up too much in advance, or looking at the promotional photos, so I can enjoy being surprised, and I’m so glad I did that this time.
I don’t want to say too much about the scenes and staging I really enjoyed, so it doesn’t ruin someone else’s surprise, but some things really ‘wowed’ me and put a smile on my face. Absolutely fantastic dancing, big cast, beautiful costumes and nice staging ideas.
Also, I wondered how many songs I might recognise and it came to five, more than I’d expected. Fantastic live ‘big band’ style orchestra, wonderful sound.
Went a bit mad at the end and bought the programme, the mug, the CD and the fridge magnet!
Not a brilliant photo – but the dog on the left, the big white husky, is one of my favourite cuddly toys. I bought it years ago and saw it recently in a toy shop in Bromley – amazed at the price, it is £199!! Definitely my most expensive cuddly toy then.
I’m looking to move house and am having great difficult deciding where to go.
One of many factors is what the immediate area is like, and might there be a better view from the windows, or at least a view nearby you could go and look at repeatedly. For example, should I go to a seaside town so that I can sit and look at a view of the sea?
The above photo shows a view from my hotel balcony, on a little trip I went on last year. (I’ll leave you to guess where it is.)
This view taught me something about views! Namely, they may be nice and impressive and interesting the first time, or the first few times. But after you’ve been looking at the same view for a week, it just becomes boring, like a looking at a picture – doesn’t it?
So if I buy a house by the sea, for the view – won’t I quickly get bored with it? I don’t know the answer.
Oh dear, I seem to be starting an animal bookends collection.
I picked up an old children’s book I found amongst my stuff, to re-read. The Wild Heart, by Helen Griffiths. Published 1953. I reckon it’s around, or at least, 40 years since I read it. I was so hit with familiarity as I read the first couple of sentences, and saw a word that had not been in my mind all that time, that I burst into tears.
“The gauchos say that there is a heaven for horses. They call it Trapalanda.”
I wonder how many other people know or have heard that magical word.
It is a very beautifully written book telling the story of a wild horse, and all she suffers as various men try to capture her, for her speed. It creates such an atmosphere and is in the end so sad; I have really enjoyed reading it again.
Last night, before I’d finished it, a phrase came into my head, which turns out to be the last phrase of the book. I am beyond astonished that this has been buried in the depths of my mind, un-accessed, for 40 years, and yet it has leapt into my brain whilst reading the book, and now feels so, so familiar – it’s a phrase that must have had a profound effect on me all that time ago.
“… for surely in Trapalanda, La Bruja deserved to be.”
Oh really, when am I going to wear something like this? What a ridiculous purchase!
But it was so wonderful, the colour, the feel of the material; I couldn’t resist. From a shop in Brighton – not the first obscure item of clothing I have bought in that town, and which I hardly ever wear!
However, this skirt is going to symbolise the new, ‘alternative’, me! Question is, will I ever pluck up courage to wear it? People don’t wear skirts much at all these days, never mind long wacky indian print ones in bright colours! With green and orange zebras on!
But why not? I shall wear it next time I return to Brighton.