As Duke Ellington said, “Wherever you go in the world, you won’t find anyone who loves you half as much as we do. “
We love you.
I love you.
At midnight on Christmas Eve, I love everybody.
That’s because we’ve just come home from a party where people kept filling up my wine glass. But I’m sober enough to write six lines here and maybe spell most words correctly.
Some kids at the party were at school with our kids. I talked at length about QPR with one of the boys. Then I told the girls I’ve been doing pilates and they were surprised and delighted.
One said, ” A friend of mine, a bloke, didn’t realise he was in the wrong yoga class. He thought he was with a load of fat women and then he heard the teacher say, ‘And when you start to go into labour…” and he realised he was in the Maternity Yoga class. One woman told the teacher, ‘Today is my due date!’ ”
In the kitchen I chatted about rock groups to two women and a bloke who had played drums in a band that supported John Mayall at Eel Pie Island when Ginger Baker was on drums. He didn’t look old enough to have played at Eel Pie Island.
“Ginger comes from Neasden,” I said.
(Neasden is next to Willesden which is next to Cricklewood)
“I didn’t know that, ” he said.
“Ginger’s a very strong personality. Cream broke up and Eric wanted to get away from Ginger and Jack Bruce, so he was rehearsing Blind Faith at Steve Winwood’s house when there’s a knock on the door. They open the door and Ginger comes in and starts playing drums. They weren’t tough enough to kick him out.”
When we left the gorgeous co-hostess gave me a hug.
She was wearing a glitzy white top.
“I love that jumper,” I said.
“I got it in Los Angeles.”
“What did you think of LA?”
“Too many cars. Without cars, it’d be cool.”
“I’ve never been,” I said. “I wouldn’t fit in. I don’t snort cocaine, play tennis, or drive.”
Enough rambling and mumbling.
Have a fun Xmas Day & Boxing Day!
Enjoy your time off.
Hope you’ll continue to enjoy ANR in 2012.
Maybe I’ll write something good in Jan or Feb. It’s about time….