Yes have been researching it
Have noticed many young lads round here are sporting a peculiar haircut….now I don’t think they realise but THIS is an approximation…
Just watched a programme on the wonderful Margaret Atwood and am feeling all warm inside..
I can’t really sum it up in words…the author herself…and the relationship with her husband….or maybe the long term friend….perhaps both
All I will say is….after the programme stood at the backdoor looking up at the night sky….patches of cloud obscuring the moon BUT… a shooting star whizzed past…at least I think it was…or a meteor or a satellite….not sure
But a nice end to a day of frustration by way of crumbling plaster….falling down curtain poles at the same time as a serene woman parading up and down past my window that I wanted to throw my drill at….and a visit to my eldest whose situation at present is breaking my heart … gorgeous tho he looked…having grown his hair into a wild mess and sporting a burgundy velour tracksuit labelled ‘Be Velvet’
Yep…. ‘Be Velvet’
Maybe the holes are the problem….
What if the holes were Hexagons
A new belief system apparantly
I guess its similar to just ‘be’ ing but with a bit more ooomph
Cuts through all the crap of organised religion…
Where’s the Om though?…..hmmmm I guess thats just a bonus if you are getting any at the moment
The most important job in the Universe!!!
Sam’s struggling to get his head around it…..he’ll get over it tho am sure
As for me….am just stuck at home bloody knitting YAWN…..shame you’ve already got a sidekick….if he gets lost in space or something Jo….you know…..would be more than happy to stand in till he gets back..Hmmmm and I could don a rather natty knitted cape to boot
Well actually its a scarf
No its a blanket
Well actually am not sure what it is yet but still
So…….awoke this morning to the eldest slumped on the sofa watching The Andrew Marr Show…..’Gobsmacked’ I believe is the right phrase to describe how I felt about this
I had plans for today too….yes PLANS…it doesnt happen often BUT I had heard on the radio Lister Park Bradford (old stomping ground) had created a gallery space dedicated to the life and works of David Hockney who spentvhis formative years here ..and is apparantly 80…. yep EIGHTY!!!!
Hmmmm…..I want some of what he’s having…..erm….well no….well yes….basically he’s very good for his age and has a photographic memory…so I think I could do with some of that right now
So….a BEAUTIFUL day….clear blue sky….warm and sunny with just the right amount of breeze
Tried to persuade the eldest to come but he was far too buzy slouching and apparantly getting into politics….or gazing at the screen absently…it was hard to tell
ANYWAY…. hot footed it into the car regardless and off I popped
A quick stroll and sit under a tree ( am STILL trying to channel something akin to Dylan from the Magic Roundabout…and not doing tooooo badly if I say so myself despite being tested somewhat)
THEN into the Gallery…..after passing an assortment of equally chilled strollers…a number of folks dressed AS David Hockney and one or two dogs sporting shiney conicle hats….I kid you NOT
Where was I?…..Ahhh yes….into the gallery itself….FABULOUS
Downstairs an exhibition of art by local children of various ages groups…..some bits and bobs of other 20th century artists then upstairs to the man himself
Well ALMOST….as well as a range of art spanning his career from schooldays to present, along with personal photographs and a set up of his studio along with Hockney chatting from the very same chair on a screen in the corner
WELL what can I say?….got carried away despite it being busy due to it being the opening event ( must go back again when its quieter to potter longer)
So….happy as larry (who IS larry?) I skipped down the stairs popping some cash in the donation box ( yes its FREE!!!)
‘Uh oh…..where are my keys???’
Quick rummage in my bag…. ‘Nope’
Tipped it upside down….felt in the pocket….’Nope’
‘Now don’t disturb the inner Dillon just retrace your steps …they’re probably under the tree where you were doing an outer Dillon’
But sat under the tree again….observing the Magic Roundabout of Lister Park with its assortment of revellers and chillers as mentioned above…saying to myself ‘C’mon Dillon…don’t leave me now man….show me the keys’
But he didn’t….I called into reception where lost property usually handed in…
Back to the car thinking ‘could I have dropped them when I got out?’ but knowing I hadn’t
Fortunately my brother doesnt live too far away from the park…..he came down with his partner and my neice ( who had a balloon unipig corn thingy… don’t ask)..we had another look…..then an icecream and at close of play asked the security guard who checked any keys handed in AGAIN…. Nope
SO…..thankfully said brother ran me home and my car remains…..probably all by itself….sat outside the great lister park….as I can’t contact my insurers untill 8am tomorrow
and YES I only have the one car key ( it was sold to me that way)
and YES I guess with hindsight I should’ve got another key cut
and YES I have emailed the police to let them know….
In case someone finds the keys and sees the lone car there and thinks ‘AHA!!!’ and nicks it to either joy ride OR commit some heinous crime…hmmmm actually don’t think thats likely either do you?
Hmmmm….or was I pickpocketed?….if I was….said theives hoping to nick a car are in for a shock when they see what they’re left with….they will be phoning the police themselves ….fessing up and BEGGING the boys in blue to return the keys to the owner FORTHWITH
Regardless….I envisage a wild goosechase tomorrow of some sort
Oh…. AND I got flapped and hissed at by a Canada Goose on the path in the park….bloody Canada Geese….never did like em much…. should’ve known then it was going to be a Sunday of mixed blessings
Hmmmm….maybe I should’ve just slouched on the couch