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Some lovely comments following my last blog, thanks everyone, and especially to my mum who is the best mum in the world, has been an absolute rock in my journey, including travelling to Thailand with me and looking after me on our return, and all along in fact. I love her to bits. Mum, you are brilliant.
So the five year anniversary of my first time out in public has just passed, and soon will be the 46th anniversary of my original entrance to this world. Right, no more birthdays, I am quite old enough thank you.
Now that my second band is in full swing I am being kept quite busy, playing virtually every weekend this year and having been frantically learning songs during the week for both bands. I’m really enjoying it, and am at last getting some fairly decent money in. It may look easy when you see a band singing and strumming and tinkling and bashing their respective instruments, but what you see is only the tip of the iceberg. It’s fun, usually, but it’s also bloody hard work, physically and mentally demanding. Punters often don’t believe that, they just think it’s a wheeze. But it’s what I do, what I am good at, and what I love, and yes, it’s better than a boring office job.
I could do with being a bit fitter and building up some stamina, will soon be doing some 3 nights in a row, two is bad enough. So mum and I have just started swimming at the local pool, hardly the Caribbean but one has to make do. The nearest sea around here is Arnside, not great swimming there, but if you like flat fish (flooks are the local delicacy, yummy) you’re in luck. And of course now the weather is improving I will get out and do some gentle walking again.
So I’ve had my first experience in a female changing room, no hang on that sounds a bit dubious, oh you know what I mean. But to be honest I never even thought about it at the time, such things just seem normal now; I guess I feel more comfortable in the female changing room than I ever did in a male one. Took me a while to find a swimming costume that didn’t make me look like I’d just been tortured on "The Rack", but I finally got one on ebay, adjustable straps and padded bust, so although I still look like a pregnant stick, the costume looks kind of ok. Must work off this tummy…
I got talking to a girl I knew vaguely at one of our Easter weekend gigs, and it tuns out she is a professional photographer and make up artist, doing weddings and stuff. She offered to give me a free makeover sometime, so the following week I took her up on the offer and let her doll me up before a gig (which was in Arnside as it happens). She put my hair in rollers whilst doing my make up, giving me tips all along. When the rollers came off the hair looked amazing, I’ve never had it that "big", it was just astounding, and really suited me, but she said the curls would drop a little and not be quite so "bouffant", if that’s the right word. They did, but it still looked great, really rock chicky, I could get used to this, so I will just have to learn how to do it myself. I was so grateful, what a kind thing for her to do to give up an hour and a half of her time on a Saturday evening. When I saw myself in the mirror I blurted out that I suddenly felt more confident (not that I have confidence issues), and she said, "For me, that makes it all worthwhile."
So I was buzzing all night. Of course some of the men in the band didn’t seem to notice (they are lovely guys, but they are still men), but when the singer walked in I said, "Hi", he did a double take, his jaw dropped and he said, "You look GORGEOUS". Kind of made it all worthwhile for me. Then of course one of the others said, "Yeah, have you had hair done or something?"
No, just being eating all my crusts…
I even got chatted up later on, which is a first at a gig (at least since being post-op; some guy did once ask me for my number before that, I didn’t dare give it to him). Unfortunately this guy was 20 years too young and a bit pissed, but he was ok looking, so it was better than nothing.
So whaddya think, curly hair from now on?
Maybe just for special occasions eh.
xx
