Friday, October 24, 2003
Yeaaaaaaahhhhh! Mark and Lard played 'Caught By The Fuzz' this afternoon - it was so good to hear it again - and fittingly, I'm now off for a weekend in Oxford.
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Friday, October 17, 2003
'Love is a beautiful thing.'
Cutsie, but what the hell...
A group of professional people posed this question to a group of 4 to 8 year-olds, 'What does love mean?':
'When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn't bend over and paint her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too.' Rebecca, 8
'When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You know that your name is safe in their mouth.' Billy, 4
'Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other.' Karl, 5
'Love is what makes you smile when you're tired.' Terri, 4
'Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK.' Danny
'Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more.' Emily, 8
'Love is what's in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen,' Bobby, 7
'If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate,' Nikka, 6
'Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday.' Noelle, 7
'Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well.' Tommy, 6
'Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redford.' Chris, 7
'I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones.' Lauren, 4
'When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you.' Karen, 7
'You really shouldn't say 'I love you' unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget.' Jessica, 6
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Cutsie, but what the hell...
A group of professional people posed this question to a group of 4 to 8 year-olds, 'What does love mean?':
'When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn't bend over and paint her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too.' Rebecca, 8
'When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You know that your name is safe in their mouth.' Billy, 4
'Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other.' Karl, 5
'Love is what makes you smile when you're tired.' Terri, 4
'Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK.' Danny
'Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more.' Emily, 8
'Love is what's in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen,' Bobby, 7
'If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate,' Nikka, 6
'Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday.' Noelle, 7
'Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well.' Tommy, 6
'Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redford.' Chris, 7
'I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones.' Lauren, 4
'When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you.' Karen, 7
'You really shouldn't say 'I love you' unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget.' Jessica, 6
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Thursday, October 16, 2003
'Does your heart go boom when he walks in the room?'
Pondering on the delicate nature of attraction last night, I was very happy to have Helen Love's Punk Boy pop into my head:
Does your heart go boom when he walks in the room?
Do rainclouds scatter and fall?
Do you feel yourself sigh as he passes you by,
Or do you grow a hundred feet tall?
D’you go bang shang-alang, every time you see him?
D’you go bang shang-alang, every time you’re near him?
D’you go bang shang-alang, every time you hear him?
If you don’t, he’s not a real punk boy,
If you don’t, he’s not a real punk boy,
If you don’t, he’s not a real punk boy at all
Heaven knows I don't have a wide frame of reference, but at different points in my life I've encountered extreme loveliness with which I had all the sexual chemistry of a damp flannel, and lovely-but-damaged which could create fireworks at fifty paces from just a glance:
'It was then she understood how dough feels when it is plunged into boiling oil.'
Laura Esquivel, Like Water for Chocolate.
I guess the 'right' person would be a mixture of the dependable loveliness and the sparky chemistry. Looking at the couples in my life who work so well together, that's what I see: one couple who have been together for ten years and are currently supporting each other through great grief, a couple who have been together through seven years of 'thick and thin' and just married in the most touching and romantic ceremony I've been privileged to attend, another newlywed couple who have an unusally big age gap but totally belong together, my parents - thirty-one years on the clock and still holding hands in the street, and even a friend who has just begun to fall for her new boyfriend. It's possible. It happens. I must remember that.
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Pondering on the delicate nature of attraction last night, I was very happy to have Helen Love's Punk Boy pop into my head:
Does your heart go boom when he walks in the room?
Do rainclouds scatter and fall?
Do you feel yourself sigh as he passes you by,
Or do you grow a hundred feet tall?
D’you go bang shang-alang, every time you see him?
D’you go bang shang-alang, every time you’re near him?
D’you go bang shang-alang, every time you hear him?
If you don’t, he’s not a real punk boy,
If you don’t, he’s not a real punk boy,
If you don’t, he’s not a real punk boy at all
Heaven knows I don't have a wide frame of reference, but at different points in my life I've encountered extreme loveliness with which I had all the sexual chemistry of a damp flannel, and lovely-but-damaged which could create fireworks at fifty paces from just a glance:
'It was then she understood how dough feels when it is plunged into boiling oil.'
Laura Esquivel, Like Water for Chocolate.
I guess the 'right' person would be a mixture of the dependable loveliness and the sparky chemistry. Looking at the couples in my life who work so well together, that's what I see: one couple who have been together for ten years and are currently supporting each other through great grief, a couple who have been together through seven years of 'thick and thin' and just married in the most touching and romantic ceremony I've been privileged to attend, another newlywed couple who have an unusally big age gap but totally belong together, my parents - thirty-one years on the clock and still holding hands in the street, and even a friend who has just begun to fall for her new boyfriend. It's possible. It happens. I must remember that.
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Friday, October 10, 2003
'She did such a beautiful, beautiful version...'
A New England, Kirsty MacColl.
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A New England, Kirsty MacColl.
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