Lots of late night talks with my mum recently has made me realise lots of things you can only realise after a very long conversation about life at 1am
She talks such sense, my mum, it never fails to impress me. & she's so interesting; i don't think i could ever get bored talking to her.
She has had such an amazing life, i can only dream of having as many amazing experiences as her.
The other night her and my dad told me about when they went to live in this random island off Ibiza for a year just before i was born. I think my mum was about 19/20, they went out to ibiza to go clubbing and ending up going to live with all these weird acid-taking people on some tiny tiny island which was basically a big volcano. They met this woman in a bar who had been discovered by the man who found Jane Fonda and Brigitte Bardot but had failed to make it big time and had a big breakdown and became a sort of glamorous wreck. They went and lived with her and worked as like cleaners or something... until one day she sent my dad off on some errand in the next town on a motorbike with no brakes and he had to jump off while it was moving and nearly died. Then she tried to drown herself in the sea (something to do with returning to mother nature?). And so my parents decided it was time to go.
But ha.
Crazy stuff, beats Tooting.
Anna's back from her Crazy German Adventure tomorrow. I hope she's had a good time, i remember she so wasnt looking forward to it. I remember french exchange; i was terrified, absolutely terrified before i went, but in the end it was brilliant. Its one of those things which before (& maybe even at the time) is really hard to see the fun in because you are just so busy feeling completely out of your depth and just-wanting-to-be-at-home-really. But in retrospect you are always so glad to have done it. And proud. Its a great experience.
I wrote my first thing for Open University the other day. So scary, i had to write a short story. But i got the feedback today and it was really good. Like,
really good. I was so relieved. And surprised. Its one thing writing something and getting an opinion from people who don't actually have to do it themselves, but from a person who writes, like you, and is obviously very creative... i felt quite out of my depth. But hey. There's loads & loads of work involved, its going to be really hard. But in my new ever-optimistic frame of mind, i'm just going to call it a challenge.
My brother had his first date on Wednesday. He's 10. His girlfriend came back to our house and they spent hours in his bedroom watching Monty Python and The Mighty Boosh. My mum gave them some money to go get bread etc from the shops and jack came back with a bagful of sweets he'd bought to impress his biatch. After she left i asked what they got upto all that time alone in his bedroom. He went bright pink and squirmed around a bit before telling me they'd held hands...
I hope they used protection.
Tell me your favourite song of the moment; i want an education.
i'm never going to miss you again.