Billy Elliot The Musical ‘ Electricity’

What things give you energy?

It was electrifying, watching the young lad ( Forgive me I can’t recall your name) perform this song and dance all those years ago. His pure energy filled the theatre and stunned the audience. A never to be forgotten moment.

Energy is there for the taking. It’s all around us. I find it in people with a generosity of spirit. In laughter. After an undisturbed nights sleep. A beach walk, the sea.  Being with authentic altruistic folk. Children’s laughter. A dog walk in nature. A hearty breakfast. An open bedroom window letting in the night. Finding a poem that resonates. New footwear. A spray of a favourite perfume.  The air after rain. Blogging…..And more…

Spinning the vinyl

What’s your all-time favorite album?

Growing up, there was always the radio on at a weekday breakfast, as we all sorted ourselves out for the day. Dinner times same radio but very beige tunes.

I doubt I heard the launch of Radio One as it was at 7 am, on a Saturday. (September 30th, 1967. Goodness, that was a long time ago! ) The Move, Flowers in the Rain. Oh, Birmingham, you make me so proud. Turning out some fine musos.

My dad had a carved oak box ( on legs) in the hallway, where he kept his records, but strangely, I don’t recall him ever playing them. Although he did teach himself the piano and would play by ear.

My eldest brother, R.I.P, was before his time, into his music, seeing bands, curious. He was generous with any albums or books he thought might interest or educate me. My other brother also very cool would play his electric guitar in his bedroom next to mine.

So, there was always music in the air and I grew up in a wonderful era for it.

My album of choice? Damn the Torpedoes  by Tom Petty and The Heartbreakers.

War, what is it good for? Absolutely nothing!

Which topics would you like to be more informed about?

I’d like to know who’s who in the international arms trade. Those who are benefiting from all this worldwide death and destruction. Who are the disruptors? 

I’d like to know how these people sleep at night, knowing they are starving to death, slaughtering innocent beings, and en-masse. They probably sleep well.

Our PM calls for a ceasefire but sends arms anyway. Wtf?

Who let these megalomaniacs out of the asylum, so they can swing their dicks around causing havoc and absolute misery?

Edit.For UK peeps especially…so, I have been looking around this morning at who has interests in what. This is a tad alarming.

https://members.parliament.uk/members/lords/interests/register-of-lords-interests?SearchTerm=compass&ShowAmendments=False

Christmas unwrapped

How do you celebrate holidays?

As kids, we had nice, pleasant Christmases. As a grown-up, I’ve certainly had some fun times with friends….

Holidays got lost when I lived overseas, but it was no hardship.

Now, back in the UK, I find that I enjoy the ambience around Christmas. The effort some people go to putting up copious amount of lights on their houses. Maybe a Santa on the roof and a reindeer in the garden. It always makes me smile, and the kids must love it!

Christmas music in the shops drives some folk mad, but I don’t mind doing at all. I enjoy the food without the dead turkey on my plate. The mince pies and fruit cake, and even the brussels sprouts.

Getting remembered with a Christmas card and maybe a little note is lovely.  But that’s where it ends, because I’d prefer to be home me in my pj’s and Patch in his elf jumper eating pizza.

The worst bit? When they find out you’re spending the day alone. I really want to say ‘ stand back and please take your pity with you’. I get to thinking that their ‘concern’ is really about them? Folk who haven’t done a solitary day like that. Do they fear it? Or secretly wish they could indulge in such peace?

The day that is special to me is New Year’s  … and all that has to offer. Now that’s worthy of celebration!

Cooking up a storm? Mmm..

Write about your most epic baking or cooking fail.

Cooking disaster? WP, you would like us to relive a disaster?

Once upon a time, cooking was part of the jobs I’ve had. I managed to bluff/fluke my way through them all without much going askew.

However, it was when I wanted to do something special to help friends it went sideways. It kicked off with the person who was going to help me calling on that very  morning and saying she wasn’t coming to assist but would be a guest instead. ( Forgive and forget? Nah, not a chance!)

I’ve had a fair share of the worst days of my life, and you’ll find this one tucked in there.

But no, WP, I am not going to write down the details. That’s not very kind of you to ask. Don’t you think we may have suffered enough?

Next question….and not about food.Pleeeeze!

What a tangled web they weave

Share a lesson you wish you had learned earlier in life.

Goodness me, WP! Where do I start?

There are so many many lessons I wish I had learned much earlier in life.

I really don’t know where to begin…

It would have been useful to know that all is not as it seems. And ain’t that the truth? Hidden agendas, manipulation, masks all but welded to the face of some.

Incidents/events/whatever playing out totally differently to how I perceived them and now only with that wonderful hindsight I get to see the big picture.

Maybe that’s one advantage of getting older..and there aren’t many, I’m finding.

Is it because I’m brutally honest and open that I’ve just believed everyone else was too? Taken them at their word? Believed I was seeing what was actually happening?

Maybe today’s DP can be repeated many times over ( despite me whinging to the contrary) because there appears to be a whole pile of ‘ I wish I’d knowns’ just waiting to be unleashed.