(Any talent agents can contact me directly, but be aware that mainstream talent
shows are not what Auntie H and Ma are looking for - touch passe)
15 years ago, I was at Mums place, having sold everything (nothing), and was tucking my precious little into a case ready to go to the UK for the first time. I was bricking myself. I was so unsure of everything, no idea what to expect. Although I had friends that had been, come back, and could speak clearly about it all, it all seemed completely 'otherworldly'.
Now, I am fairly chilled. I am excited, really excited, to get back to people, places and memories. Apprehensive about seeing how the London I lived in for 7 years has changed (more on that later), but for now just itching to get back there.
K has gone to bed, and I am having a reflective moment (listening to Morrissey and Madness etc) and getting in touch with my inner repressed Pom. Thinking about how at The Albert in Camden, asking 'who died' was not a euphemistic enquiry, it was asking why Reg was sitting where Old Arthur was last night...
It is funny balancing wanting to look after K knowing that she will be be (rightfully) wide eyed with all of the grandeur, history and, just depth of the UK - but remembering not to rush getting on a tube, short cutting a queue for fear of disapproving looks from locals etc.
One more day of domestic fastidiousness and we will be ito it!
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