Oh dear (heaving a heart-wrenching, heavy sigh as I type), there really are some inane things in this world, aren't there? Let's just check out a few, shall we?
1. Miley Cyrus. I'm kind of liking the fact that she is answering her critics with a 'take me as I am' attitude. I get sick of people saying her father should have a good talk to her. This just in: she's twenty, and an adult, therefore responsible for her own decisions. But I'm sick of footage of her tongue flapping from her mouth like a lynched stingray. It's really grotesque and pissing me off royally.
2. 'Let's Work' by Mick Jagger. This is one of Jagger's solo efforts from the late Eighties. I am a huge Stones fan, and my all time favourite album is 'Sticky Fingers'. Most aficionados will agree with the superlative, flawless qualities of that album. There is the cheeky 'Brown Sugar' (that sax just tops it!). There is the marvellously bluesy 'You Gotta Move'. There is the brilliant 'Bitch' - a song that just screams 'fuck you!'. And can we go past 'Can't You Hear Me Knocking?' - oh those riffs! - they make my ears want to smoke a cigarette. Mick, when you are with the Stones, you are the consummate showman. The Stones are like an old family recipe for the perfect cake: the right ingredients, the right mix, the right chemistry and don't screw with it. However, the solo stuff is, well, pretty execrable. My FB group had a theme the other day of posting work related songs, and for some reason I dredged this one up. Yes, dredged is the right word. It's pure Eighties pap and dross through and through. Where's Jagger's raunchiness, rawness, and attitude gone? He's put it away and pulled out a 'gee-whiz' type of tone, and 'let's-get-up-and-go-guys', and 'oh-gosh-I'm-enthused'. It's a bloody awful song. I suffered a minute of the clip, which is classic (hah!) Eighties stuff- a bunch of people dancing in sync and looking like rejects from 'Miami Vice'.
3. This criticism of sportspeople endorsing junk food in ads. A bit hypocritical, maybe. But so what? It's their choice. If my kids want to eat fatty, sugar-laden toxic waste because some tennis player is telling them how it's pure ambrosia, I just do what most parents do and say, 'No.'
Forgive the tone of this post, readers. I've had a rough few days. Daylight saving always knocks me around in those first few days. What's even worse is my husband's back has been playing up something dreadful. He's been given a referral for his specialist to consider surgical options. Actually, after his return from the hospital on Saturday night, his back went into spasms and I called the ambulance. Our 12yo was in tears. I almost was, too. I'm exhausted and scared. On the other hand, I'm pleased we're being proactive about getting surgery on it, but I'm hating the situation at the moment. Yesterday, my husband had to lie down and he was also sick. The drugs he's on have unpleasant side effects. My exhaustion has manifested itself in me shouting at my children. I hate this so much. I'm meant to be working on my next novel today, and am wondering can I do this while I'm stressed? I will try. Most parents often have to raise their voice when issuing an order for the fourth time in a ROW! But last night I wanted to catch the end of 'Media Watch' before 'Q&A', and my 12yo said, 'Come on, can't I finish watching this show? It ends when your show starts.' My less-than-sterling-parenting response was to yell, 'Oh, just go to hell! I don't care!.' I hate myself for doing this. I hated seeing my beautiful son's face fall, and his eyes fill. I sat down with him and hugged him, hard. I cried and told him I was sorry. I told him it's my stress over Dad at the moment. He understood. This isn't fair on my children. I love them to bits but I'm so stressed to the max. I hope their dad's back can be fixed soon. But may God forgive me for shouting at my kids, and my kids forgive me, too. I must work at forgiving myself, as well; I am only human (even if I've been roaring like something sub-human of late).
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