My Boy, aged 21, just landed in LA…
WHOOOHOOOO – you go our DHANI.
What a world we live in when to jump on a plane to LA and tour California with
yer mates for a month is just “something you decide to do” at 21.
I would never have thought of it at his age my world was MUCH smaller, a world
of MAXWELL HOUSE and NESCAFE only, CHELSEA GIRL, OXFORD BAGS, NORTHERN SOUL (the first time round),
BEER KELLERS, TAMLA MOTOWN and DAVID BOWIE.
I read my mums “WOMAN’S OWN” and genuinely expected to marry a handsome rich man
who would look after me in return for shutting the f**k up and (whaaat???) keeping house.
He would of course, NEVER leave me – divorce wasn’t as mainstream as it is
now…and we’d wash the car on a Sunday and go for walks in lovely Holmfirth with the kids, who would be
perfect, never answer back and have a permanent side parting, of their permanently perfect hair.
COLESLAW was an exotic food and if you ever saw a BLACK FOREST GATEAUX on the
menu where you ate you knew you’d frikkin’ MADE it socially. YOU HAD !!! – there
were only 5 restaurants North of BIRMINGHAM and curry wasn’t invented.
How many of us still think of those days and project them onto where we are
NOW???…a few – not as many as you’d think.
I did a gig a couple of weeks back (HIYA!!!) to 670 women who ran businesses,
I’d say at least HALF never expected to do so, they thought the housekeeping
would never end. Some had been married for 30 years – and because the social
constraints of “staying together” have melted, they’d been left with a mortgage,
often a lot of debt – the kids and no car.
Mr. Toupee Man on the other hand had run off with a young lass whose varicose
veins had not yet surprised her by popping out of her legs and was still googly
eyed at the prospect of taking over half his pension (in 5 years).
LET ME TELL YOU – those women, many aged 45 + looked AMAZING
and hardly a VICTIM IN SIGHT.
They’d found themselves in a way they wouldn’t have otherwise got chance to do
and there were an awful lot of Louis Vuitton handbags that had been bought and
*not paid for. *”Paid for” – work it out girls.
I’m not saying it’s easy, I’ve had my dark times too, but now I genuinely don’t
I don’t worry that I’m single, I don’t worry that I may well start all over
again in another country in the near future, or half the time anyway – I don’t
even worry that after 40 years of living with a MUFFIN TOP – it’ll almost certainly stay with me to the grave now,
having a life of it’s own – independent to the rest of my body. (“My MUFFIN TOP
IN FACT – I DON’T WORRY.
My Mum worried ENDLESSLY – what the neighbours thought and whether to put
cherries or apples in the pie on a weekend, paying the gas bill, worrying about what she was
too old to do (at 40)…instead of just DOING IT, or whether me and my sister were moving in the right social
circles that made her look good and conformed to her very narrow social
acceptance. (A social history thing – not a whinge at my Mum).
WHO CARES ABOUT ANYTHING NOW??? In years to come all our mistakes will be in the
dust of time – no–one will give one and the things we tried that both did or
didn’t work will be what we think of and laugh at between games of bingo in the
retirement home. What made our LIFE – THE PEOPLE WE ENDED UP LOVING and being
LOVED BY may not be the folks we originally expected…BUT THEY ARE THERE –
WAITING FOR US TO SHOW UP IN THEIR WORLD.
The banks are knackered, society is too self-obsessed to notice what YOU are
doing and many a best laid plans gets a SMACK at the last minute. MIRACLES on
the reverse side also turn up EVERY DAY, I hear it all the time – every gig… so
what are you WAITING FOR???
GO – FIND – IT
LONDON today…and skyping www.leeharrisenergy.com tonight about our upcoming
U.S. gigs later in the year.
Now…isn’t that a bit more exciting than worrying about some freakin’ recipe for
soup, who’s had a facelift, not donkey-stoned the step or put bleach down the toilet
before a visitor comes???
DO SOMETHING INTERESTING TODAY.
AND DHANI – you go have the BEST TIME with the BEST FUN you can find, you will
leave a piece of your HEART in LA.
Your Mum does EVERYTIME.
I LOVE writing these BLOGS.