I am sure that when I was born in April 1963, my parents would never have imagined for a moment that their 10lb bouncing baby girl would become a gangly middle-aged morris dancing punk…
Or is it gangly middle-aged punk morris dancer?
Not that it matters. That’s what I am and I have not found this growing older very easy. My body may be middle-aged going on old and the aches and pains, bad back, worse neck and indifferent hips are all testament to that but my head is still very much late teenage. I never thought growing up would be so difficult or that I would be so bloody stubborn about not doing so. If I am going to get old, it’s going to be without dignity and hopefully as disgracefully as possible.
I started this blog when I accidentally locked the car with the keys in the ignition and had to get a taxi home to get the spare set. I actually don’t like the blog about that incident but it was a start. That’s where the title came from and you will be pleased to know that I have now bettered that: leaving the keys in the ignition and the car locked in a supermarket car park. This time I left the engine running. Next time, who knows?
But punk and morris dancing (and locking the keys in the car) are not the be all and end all to me, although they’re both close. I have other interests – at the moment Sims3 with various add ons takes up way too much of my life and I’m a bit partial to Opera, Folk Music and other sorts of music (although NOT R&B) and I really enjoy cooking and … baking – well, I can’t get enough of that – both the making and the eating.
So that is a brief account of myself. If you have read this but not read the blogs, do feel free to give them a try. They will tell you more. Most of them are true but some are not (the one involving the duct tape is not, for instance). I hope they are readable but I am not the best judge of that. You are. Please let me know if you like them. I always respond well to praise (and flattery).