So much simpler to have been born here.
To feel clearly British.
To dream in your mother tongue.
To know where you belong.
Body and soul joined in one place
And to call that place Home.
Ok so I'm worried that you think I'm some miserable navel-gazer.
And you're going to expect me to be all moody and arty and poetic.
All of the time.
Well when you meet me (and I really hope we do meet) you might be disappointed.
Sometimes I don't remember to put the bottle down. My jokes can be un-pc. I can be brutally honest.
My friends are loyal and long suffering. I have to be told to shut up and that it's not all about me.
Swearing is part of my vocabulary. Usually when I need attention. My sister and my daughters disapprove.
Favourite spiritual quote 'Oh.....Fuck It' from 'f**k it the ultimate spiritual way' by John C Parkin
Read it and then just write whatever you want to on your blog. Fuck it...
I am also worried (lying awake type worried) that you haven't seen this clip.
So here it is. My new guru -ess (move aside Susannah Conway) Sweet Brown.
Fucking brilliant. Check her eyebrows when she says pop. Watch it to the end!
Save it somewhere for those dark days.
Jennie and Graham were coming to eat with us.
We hadn't known them long. They were uber cool. I needed to impress.
Meeting them at the door I casually asked if there was anything they didn't eat.
No nothing at all........... except butterbeans.
Said with deep feeling.
Graham has been a good friend for 30 years since that night.
He is not a vegan. He shoots and cooks rabbits.
I know he hates butterbeans.
He remembers sitting in front of a heap of cold butterbeans.
And hearing his friends in the playgound.
But that night I didn't know and I had made Butterbean and Miso stew.
The recipe was from an iconic seventies wholefood cookbook.
It had been simmering in the oven for hours.
Today I reminded him that he had two helpings.
He insists it was politeness.
The book has long since disintegrated.
But stuff is coming full circle now.
I need to make it again.