Yesterday, over at Pickled Politics, I had what the Chairman used to call A Rush of Blood to the Head.
I was almost indiscreet.
I revealed more about myself and my life than I normally do. I also promised more.
I am not about to renege, but I am going to give some thought to what I say and how to say it, so not a great deal today.
As a teaser however, I will say that just before they went on stage at Live Aid, an over-excited Freddie Mercury was heard to offer a bj to the first man to drop his trousers.
And as someone who hasn't taken anything recreational for over 20 years (when I stubbed out my last Gitane, it was the last non-prescribed drug I took), I had my first spliff with a pre-Led Zep Pagey in the back of a Transit on the way to a gig.
More tomorrow.
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5 comments:
You are such a tease!
more of same, please
Chairwoman,
I just want to thank you for your comments on my blog. I appreciate it more than you know. I keep thinking about your words "No more Baby, but no more suffering, either." So true, and how I relate to that now.
Thrice in the seventies I was offered a spliff and thrice I refused. Did I miss out? I'm relieved I am not the only mature lady telling it like it was. Good on you girl!
Z and mad muthas - I don't mean to be. I'm torn between throwing caution to the winds and protecting the late Chairman's good name. He worked for so many famous people and had been involved in some major projects. He was also the soul of discretion, except, obviously, in the sitting room. Also he was a great wit and raconteur, and I don't know whether I have a light enough touch with these tales of the rich and famous.
I am still trying a way to be funny, witty and indiscreet, while not leaving myself open to unwanted intrusion.
Yaakova - Thank you for visiting, and have happyy kitty memories.
pi - In retrospect, you missed nothing, though at the time I wouldn't have agreed. I stopped doing it, and didn't feel any different at all. I didn't even feel less cool :-)
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