Posh Hermit

Wasn't sure that I was ever going to show this picture on the internets, but I guess as I published the one of the Princess, it is only fair. This was of course taken at the aforementioned Elvis Party, which happened to be at Sam and Abi's house. When I came in Sam ran away and when I followed he hid his face from me, "It's so embarrassing", he said, "What's embarrassing Sam", I asked, "You've got chest hair, it's just so embarrassing!". Seems to be my mission in life to traumatise this poor child.

Talking of children, Twoson and I inadvertantly booked consecutive doctor's appointments yesterday. When I complained that the waiting room smelt like old ladies wet knickers he suggested that the solution might be for me to leave! I never cease to wonder at the high esteem the Offspring hold me in. It did occur to him to ask afterwards if he was still on for a lift home, cheeky beggar.

J has taken up the challenge and listed his own top ten albums on his blog. He also added his list of geniuses (?) who didn't make his top ten album chart and so here are mine:

Miles Davis, Ian Dury, Kate Bush, Van Morrison, Sting, Eva Cassidy, Eg and Alice, Steely Dan, Richard Thompson, Elvis Costello, Eric Clapton, Annie Lennox, Bob Dylan (actually Blood on the Tracks should probably made my top ten - but what to shunt?), Joan Armatrading, James Taylor, Johnny Cash, Kirsty MacColl, Ladysmith, Rod Stewart........ oh there are just so many!

There are certain phrases that drive me insane even though I occassionally catch myself uttering them. The very worst of these is, 'at the end of the day' - aaghh. I quite liked these definitions of some other such banalities:

All things considered = I've just come up with this

Allegedly = What I'm saying is true, but I don't want to be sued

Apparently = I've just heard an urban myth

Basically = This is going to get complicated

Coincidentally = My story is unoriginal

Essentially = Unimportantly

I'm away to meet with my fellow Youth Leaders and then dash to Housegroup

Labels: Elvis Twins

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Posted by Posh Hermit at Wednesday, February 21, 2007 | Permalink | Comments

Between the ages of 12 and 14 I was so in love with this man! I had this picture on my bedroom wall along with about a million others. I went to Wembly to see him and screamed and cried and tore my hair. My favourite fantasy was that I would take off and go backpacking in America where I would stumble upon his ranch and he would be leaning on a gate and take one look at me and instantly love me as much as I loved him. I find it hard now to believe that person was me, although the memories are still quite vivid and memories of past emotions feel very strange.

He was directly responsible for my friendship with my oldest friend Bev. We may never have spoken except that she had a picture of him on her bag and I asked her where she had gotten it.

A couple of years ago Bev's husband Marc went out to buy tickets for a Peter Gabriel concert and came back with tickets for Bev and I to see David Cassidy at the Hammersmith Apollo. We were somewhat bemused that he thought that we would particularly want to go, but it was an interesting night out. There were those women who seemed not to have moved on, they had brought along their memorabilia pennants, scarves, teddies etc and stood at the front waving them at him and reaching out still desperate to be touched by him - very sad. Then there were those who came with their husbands/partners, and these appeared to fall into two categories, those who had come with their wives and were patiently suffering and those who seemed to be really into the music (very strange, had they liked his music as teenagers? They would never have been able to admit it at the time!). Bizarrely there was also quite a large contingent of quite young gay men, most of whom would not have been born in the early seventies, how on earth did they come to be fans? Perhaps through their mother's record collections?

It was fun to observe the audience and to be nostalgic and remember the passions of our youth. Also fun to hear the songs again and to see how time had treated the man we had thought we would love forever (sadly time does not do the pretty boys any favours!). Perhaps the most disturbing part of the evening was when we arrived at Hammersmith station and paused to determine which of the two exits we should take. There was a homeless person there who looked at us and pointed to one of the exits, "David Cassidy concert's that way", he said. We were a little dismayed that it was so obvious that that was our destination!

A shared pubescent passion for David is a strong bond between women of a certain age and we are still suspicious of those who preferred Donny, although it has to be said that in middle age (especially as he has now grown into those teeth) Donny is now the better looking.

In case anyone cares (or is confused), the link is that they played David Cassidy singing Daydreamer over the credits of Life on Mars last night. Although it did not as J suggested bring a tear to my eye (it probably bought a tear to his for different reasons), it has left me with an earworm

I'm away to make some urgent calls

Labels: David Cassidy

Posted by Posh Hermit at Wednesday, February 21, 2007 | Permalink | Comments

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I know all the arguments against it. I know it is horribly commercialised and often tacky, but I just can't help it - I love Valentines Day. Well let's be honest, I love any day when I get spoilt and made a fuss of. These beautiful flowers arrived this morning along with a teddy and a very tasty card and he's cooking me scallops (my very favourite food ever) and steak, followed by Ben and Jerry's and all to be washed down with pink fizz. So huge brownie points for him..........

.............. but no brownie points for me (or for Play.com) - his present didn't arrive.

Had Joe's for lunch (Joe's Special - named after a cook in the staff canteen at Orpington Hospital, cheese on toast with onion and tomato) and watched the second episode of Life on Mars. This is genius television, it transports you back (along with DI Tyler) to the 70's, a time when everyone smoked, women police officers were called plonks, women and ethnic minorities were second class citizens and people drove Ford Cortinas. The cars were awful, the hair was awful and the clothes were awful. On the plus side, it might be a cliche but life really was so much simpler then (or has time re-written every line?), the music was amazing and I was young. Makes me long to be 14 years old and to do it all again - well maybe not all of it.

Laryngitis hanging around - J says I sound like Rod Stewart after a hard night on the fags and booze, but I think I sound like Marge Simpson. Back at work though, so.....

I'm away to continue playing catch up after 2 days off.

Labels: Valentines Day

Posted by Posh Hermit at Wednesday, February 14, 2007 | Permalink | Comments

Ego-surfing - searching the internets for your own name (go on - I bet you've done it!!)

Going postal - meaning to lose it, to be unable to deliver the goods

Irritainment - entertainment that is annoying but at the same time compelling (all that reality tv etc)

Mouse potato - someone who spents all their time on-line or playing computer games

Slackademic - someone who spends too much time in further education, rather than getting a job

Treeware - any printed publication - newspapers, books etc

Metrosexual - heterosexual male with a strong interest in clothes, hairstyles, beauty products, cooking and home accessories (wonder if this includes men who moisturise?)

Now I must be away to nurse my very sore throat and feel sorry for myself...................

Posted by Posh Hermit at Monday, February 12, 2007 | Permalink | Comments