Wow sad, sad news about Michael Jackson. I got home at about midnight last night and started writing. The streets were beautiful late at night and with a whisky in hand I was feeling pretty inspired. As always, my source for all things newsworthy – Twitter was suddenly buzzing with the news that MJ was in a coma – then allegedly dead – then the death of Michael Jackson was confirmed. An icon of pop music, transcending generations. It is a tragic loss. As a tiny young thing I remember one of my Aunts covering my eyes when the family got together to watch Thriller. She believed it would give me nightmares. Billie Jean was an early favourite, as I got older his affiliation with my favourite guitarist of all times peaked my interest once more.
Well since I am at it another picture of Slash wouldn’t hurt – I mean he is still alive and kicking.
I had a hectic yoga session yesterday – felt beat to the ground. I haven’t quite felt back in sync since being back from Jobug. My body feels heavy and unyielding. Or maybe it is just the winter cold. The repressiveness of being bundled up in layers of clothing. My Parents are in Scotland – the weather is lovely. In Cape town we are living in a fridge. It is bizzarre.
It’s done – booked and paid for! Bloody hell I stop smoking on the 24th of July at The Alan Carr Easy way clinic. No more disgusting smoky smells in my hair, no more excusing myself from restaurants and then the best bit – no more having to sit and listen politely to numerous patronising lectures about the ill effects of smoking. Because, in case you weren’t aware, by being smokers we are naturally simpleminded and stupid, we have learning difficulties – it never quite sank in that smoking isn’t healthy – honestly all smokers believe smoking a cigarette is like taking vitamin C!
The preparations for the clinic involve not cutting down until the day and focusing on the times you enjoy your smokes the most – like after a meal, after coffee and after most good stuff and then question your assumed enjoyment. I think this will work. I gave up my man after seven years. He was no good for me. Must keep walking.
Now I have a vice to replace…I wasn’t born to be an angel and I am petrified of mediocrity.
Oh Lord – this blog needs a makeover – a do over – a total bloody revamp! My half assed bio is no longer relevant. I don’t think there is anything more tragic than becoming irrelevant. So I will give it some thought – maybe too much thought –see what will evolve.