Monday, 28 May 2012
Friday, 23 March 2012
Last night, I went to an event organised by one of our up and coming to monitor progress and show support.
Because I wasn’t directly involved, I had much more of an opportunity to socialise, which I don’t usually ever have time to do at any more than a superficial level. However yesterday was a good chance to make contacts, and one of them was with the son of a international superstar from a few decades ago. The son has recently decided to follow in his late father’s footsteps and even shares his name. He’s doing incredibly well abroad but no real success here.
Anyway, we hit it off fairly quickly and it turns out we share not just the same age but the very same birthday, which was last month. It wasn’t long before we broke away from the party and he ordered some champagne and we consumed a fair amount. He was very entertaining and told me a lot about his personal life because he said I was very easy to talk to. He currently has a girlfriend in
As the evening wore on, the drink took effect and he became more complementary. He said I was beautiful and the kind of woman that he has been looking for in ages. I laughed it off but I was flattered – he’s a good looking guy.
We swapped numbers and found out that we live quite near each other. Later in the evening, long after my colleague’s event was over, dancing started at the venue and he pulled me up. I have to admit to really enjoying myself. As the music slowed down, he drew me in closer and although I tried to break away, his hold was firm and so I relented and relaxed into his arms. It felt good but even so, when he tried to kiss me, I decided it was definitely time to call a halt. He apologised but said he couldn’t help himself. I told him it was the drink talking but he said it wasn’t and that I should be worried as I was going to be seeing a lot of him.
We got a cab back home together and he tried it on a few times during the journey but I was very good and didn’t give into his charms even though I was tempted. Almost as soon as I was out of the car, I had a text from him saying that meeting me was the best thing to have happened to him in a long time. And then this morning I had a text asking me if I had slept as well as him and that his night had been full of dreams of me. He asked when he could see me again and if I fancied seeing him perform next week and then going on somewhere afterwards. I said I would and he said he would sort it.
I know I’m playing a dangerous game, yet again. But, I’m almost testing myself. Can I just stay friends with someone I actually do fancy and who seems to fancy me? I think I know the answer is probably no and I should just stop it now.
But when have I ever done the right thing?
Monday, 30 January 2012
Happy New Year !
I’ve made a decision. I’m going to to concentrate more on this blog this year. No, I really am. I don’t understand how I have got out of the habit of writing, posting and then reading what everyone else is up to.
There are plenty of things I have wanted to say and have often formulated what I was going to write while I have been out running or walking. See, I resolved to exercise more this year and I have stuck to that, so hopefully this will be the start of another successful resolution.
Thursday, 22 December 2011
We're all so excited and proud. He keeps reminding us that he has to get 3 As but I'm confident he will do that if he works hard.
Monday, 5 December 2011
It has taken me weeks to get round to my poor neglected blog and I think Twitter is to blame. I’m completely addicted and I still don’t really see the point of it. I need to take a step back and stop looking at it at every opportunity and posting inane comments. I need to find the balance ….
Meanwhile, and far more importantly, Kyle has been called for interviews at
Picture me now with a beaming smile …..
Friday, 11 November 2011
Wait for it! You’re not going to believe this … but I am now on…. Twitter !!
It was a struggle.
Until now, I’ve left all this social networking to the younger people in my team at work who seem to be on Facebook all the time. It has just never appealed to me although I have increasingly noticed that at events, people I meet often invite me to find them on Facebook or LinkedIn! Why do that? Why not just give me a good, old-fashioned business card ?
Anyway, recently I have noticed that my colleagues have been keeping abreast of news and events by following Twitter and so when I expressed a vague interest in how it works, one of them took me aside and showed me, with great delight, just how useful it is, as a PR tool.
So, I have become a convert and now I tweet away. Initially, I just stalked a few people and companies and then I started putting out a few tweets about events we were involved with and now I regularly treat the world to my personal insights and I seem to have amassed quite a few followers.
I’m a bit disappointed that I enjoy it so much as I wanted to maintain my curmudgeonly attitude to it all. But it’s OK as I can still do that with Facebook ! Thing is, I totally get Twitter as a work aide but I don’t really understand the pleasure I get in announcing that I’m about to watch #Jamie Oliver. Who cares?
Also, I follow a few celebrities (some of whom I have actually met) but I keep falling into the trap of thinking when they tweet, somehow they are interested in my response …amongst the thousands of others they get ! And then I feel stupid that I did it, and that everyone can see what I sent, even though I’m not doing it as a pathetic fan desperate for attention but as someone who has interacted with them in the past ….even if only for a few minutes. I must stop doing that, but it’s still a learning process.
I’m afraid you probably won’t find me, if you look, as I’m there under my @realname but if you are on Twitter and notice an unfamiliar follower reading your tweets, you may find you do know her after all !
Monday, 7 November 2011
Warning: severe gushing about to be unleashed. Read on with care!
I do love my children. They make me so proud.
In August, Kyle found out he got an A in all his AS-level subjects and an A* in the A-level he took a year early. We are very proud of him and for the first time, he has started to believe that actually he is capable of great things. His school have been telling him for some time that he’s a potential Oxbridge student but I don’t think it was until he got these latest results that he started to believe it. And so he agreed to apply to
We went at the end of September to one of the open days and it’s such a beautiful place. It would be such a privilege to study there. Obviously I’d be the proudest mother in the world if he got in but I’m trying really hard not to allow my thinking to influence him. After that trip though, I can see he’s keen l Their sporting facilities are second to none and he’s even talking about taking up rowing !!
Anyway, he re-wrote his personal statement and last month, he had to take the LNAT (Law National Admission Test) which forms part of his application and he thinks it went OK…. though he has moments of anxiety that maybe he completely misunderstood the essay question. Anyway, we’re all waiting now to see if he gets selected for interview.
And it’s not just my son who is causing my pride-ometer to rise….
Sasha is now writing her second musical for the youngsters at the youth centre where she helps out. After attending a residential composers’ course in the summer, she came back full of ideas and spends all her time at the piano. I’m so impressed with her. She’s turned into such a beautiful, compassionate young woman. She is now part of the management team for the soup kitchen where she has also been helping out for about a year and she has done some serious fund-raising and found them some local sponsorship.
Her relationship with young Freddie seems to be going from strength to strength and he is so proud and supportive of her. I hope she hangs on to him – he is lovely and they are a really handsome couple. He took her to his university ball last term and the photos were amazing. I bought three !
I must keep my dreams in check though. As much as I can see myself saying things in a very posh voice, like “My son? Oh yes he’s a student. Where? Oh, at
I don’t need to look ahead though because whatever happens they have made me so proud already.
I’m a very lucky mum.