I am not wearing well at all. An old lady asked me if I had a bus pass. To be honest, I can't blame her, I have the infernal grey stripe down the centre of my head again. I still look like 'Stripe' from the gremlins, but an older version. Why does beautiful hair last for only 2 weeks? The problem is, I look twice as bonkers if I wear a hat, and getting a reputation as it is.
I've only got myself to blame, if ever there was a wild side waiting to be walked on, I would find it. I ate the doner kebabs at 3.00a.m. on the roadside and I willingly climbed into limousines with unknown men, and pretended to the bailiffs that I wasn't in. And it shows! I am half tempted to sue Joan Collins, in her authobiography she said she stayed young by living it up and partying. Those who stop, go to pot. Actually in retrospect, she may be right, she loves a party and looks great, so wil have to rethink that one.
But back to writing. I have always thought it would be great to have some sort of written dialogue, family words from one generation to the next. I think thats why the Royals are so prolific in their writings, diaries, personal letters etc, they are leaving a legacy. If they are important enough to do that, then so are we. All forms of writing and everything you have to say is valid. Once you get past that mental block, you are free to go.
I also believe it prevents grumpy old ladies from putting moggies in dustbins!
Ps. Don't know how I got onto writing there, lol, but was daydreaming - watched Michael Collins on the telly last night and am smitten with Liam Neeson all over again....... sighs