A humorous look at bodily ills and daily woes, and tips from someone who has suffered everything from arthritis to athlete's foot.
Sunday, 30 January 2011
It's strange to see what was once such a huge band back in the '70s playing our small local theatre, but the intimate setting really suited the music and made the gig quite special. It was also strange to see the young men grown old, but there was nothing old about the energy they put into their playing.
I felt the years stripping off me. I was 27 again and working as a rock journalist (what an amazing job that was, I did it for ten years) and still dreaming of making it big as a singer-songwriter. I was born in the wrong era. Nowadays, anyone with a home recording set-up can get their music on YouTube. In fact, I have been Googling courses in home recording so I can learn how to do it.
I came home on a high - yet it would have been even better if I could have shared the evening with a friend or a partner. Mr G refused to go on the grounds that he didn't like Fairport. Steeleye Span are on soon and I know he likes them, but when I suggested buying tickets, once again he said he didn't want to go. He does very little these days but veg out in front of the telly. How he doesn't get fat, I just don't know. But Christ, it's so very boring! I have made a vow to myself to go to concerts more often. I deserve a few treats. I shall just have to not mind going alone and looking like an eccentric old hippy lady - which, I suppose, is exactly what I am!