Well, last night was different from my usual Monday night. Instead of going to yoga and frantically tidying up the house before the cleaner's arrival the following morning, I went to see Tom Jones at Hampton Court Palace with my old pal V and her friend J.
What a fantastic place to be on a beautiful summer evening! Everything went like clockwork, although I didn't have time to change before leaving, but a good walk in the breeze got rid of the chip oil fumes.
The old boy was on good form. Our seats were great. Pants were thrown. Celebrities included Jimmy Tarbuck, some bloke from celebrity come dancing, and Vanessa Feltz with her fiance. She looked fab and made me feel a right frump.
We danced along to all the obvious hits, but stayed seated for the quiet stuff - I think we're too old for all that standing.
walking back to the car, felt I could have hidden in the grounds and looked at the fabulous view all night, but no, had to get home for some washing up and laundry sorting.
My husband barely turned his head from wacky police chases series 27 when I came in.
I washed up and went to bed.
Tuesday 19 June 2007
Thursday 14 June 2007
Round and round the common....
I've not been long back from my latest exercise venture. Once a week, I am taken for a brisk walk round Clapham Common by a very nice lady who is most encouraging. Round and round we go, past au pairs, yummy mummys, small children, elderly people, cyclists, dubious characters lurking in bushes, a Chinese circus, and a snack van, billowing bacon fumes.
On each circuit, I relive my youth, as I grew up in the area. There's the pond we would chuck all the hockey balls so we could go home early, there's the side road I shot out of one dark night in my mum's Fiat 127 and was chased by the irate white van driver who I cut up, there's the pub where we used to congregate.
We do resistence exercises, stretching, and other stuff.
Today was session 6.
And then I go home, in the car. Maybe one day I'll actually walk there!
Along with walking to yoga twice a week and an exercise session on Wandsworth Common, I drag my carcass around roads and parks. Maybe one day I'll see a difference.
On each circuit, I relive my youth, as I grew up in the area. There's the pond we would chuck all the hockey balls so we could go home early, there's the side road I shot out of one dark night in my mum's Fiat 127 and was chased by the irate white van driver who I cut up, there's the pub where we used to congregate.
We do resistence exercises, stretching, and other stuff.
Today was session 6.
And then I go home, in the car. Maybe one day I'll actually walk there!
Along with walking to yoga twice a week and an exercise session on Wandsworth Common, I drag my carcass around roads and parks. Maybe one day I'll see a difference.
Monday 11 June 2007
A Great Night Out
Well, don't get out often, especially if you exclude yoga and any GW related activities. So, Friday night at the Bloomsbury Theatre was a real treat - Sandi Toksvig and Bonnie Langford in their two-woman one-woman show, Short and Curly.
I went with Carol from Dagenham, who got the tickets. She was on fine form, and we were ready to enjoy ourselves. Carol and I are huge Sandi fans and frankly our emails - I am Sylvia from Streatham - were the highlight of her show on LBC. When the show came to an end, frankly, I was slightly relieved. I was so addicted to the show that I simply couldn't leave the house whenever it was on. The lunches I missed out on just to listen to Sandi and her guests womble on about stuff.
Sandi and Bonnie were fantastic - Bonnie sang a few numbers, and they both told a few stories. Doesn't sound like much, but you just had to be there to see it, sorry.
Carol and I hung around the bar for a while after the show, but not for long enough, alas, to renew our aquaintance with the stars.
Apparently their next project is a musical version of Three Sisters to be performed at Chichester next year. The third sister is going to be Dillie Keane from Flaming Aida, who happened to be in the audience.
I am writing this as I listen to Alexander O'Neal's Greatest Hits. Yes, I'm that old. When I listen to those songs, I think of Guy Secretan. I think this would be his sort of music.
Don't let people interfere, just come on and love me your way.....the lovers win every time.....
In the time I have been writing this, I have cleared half the 27 carrier bags that litter the dining room (yes, we're entertaining this weekend, hence the panic tidy up) by redistributing them around the house, had encounters of the baffling kind with my three daughters, and changed CDs. I'm now listening to Claudio Baglioni's greatest hits from the 1970s. Now that really IS reliving my youth.
Non stavo gia piu qua ... e la verita, tu non lo sai.... tu hai capito male se credi che sto zitto...
Now I'm really rambling.
As you were.
I went with Carol from Dagenham, who got the tickets. She was on fine form, and we were ready to enjoy ourselves. Carol and I are huge Sandi fans and frankly our emails - I am Sylvia from Streatham - were the highlight of her show on LBC. When the show came to an end, frankly, I was slightly relieved. I was so addicted to the show that I simply couldn't leave the house whenever it was on. The lunches I missed out on just to listen to Sandi and her guests womble on about stuff.
Sandi and Bonnie were fantastic - Bonnie sang a few numbers, and they both told a few stories. Doesn't sound like much, but you just had to be there to see it, sorry.
Carol and I hung around the bar for a while after the show, but not for long enough, alas, to renew our aquaintance with the stars.
Apparently their next project is a musical version of Three Sisters to be performed at Chichester next year. The third sister is going to be Dillie Keane from Flaming Aida, who happened to be in the audience.
I am writing this as I listen to Alexander O'Neal's Greatest Hits. Yes, I'm that old. When I listen to those songs, I think of Guy Secretan. I think this would be his sort of music.
Don't let people interfere, just come on and love me your way.....the lovers win every time.....
In the time I have been writing this, I have cleared half the 27 carrier bags that litter the dining room (yes, we're entertaining this weekend, hence the panic tidy up) by redistributing them around the house, had encounters of the baffling kind with my three daughters, and changed CDs. I'm now listening to Claudio Baglioni's greatest hits from the 1970s. Now that really IS reliving my youth.
Non stavo gia piu qua ... e la verita, tu non lo sai.... tu hai capito male se credi che sto zitto...
Now I'm really rambling.
As you were.
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