Name that Tune: “I am the raindrop out at sea. I cause the ripples that become the crashing waves” – Reign, Ian Brown
Movie Quote of the Day: “I’m not simply frivolous you know. I never ever want to be taken for granted” – Mrs Henderson Presents
A loud comment in the right direction and stamping ones feet a little sometimes DOES still work, even though I am clearly 38 years too old to be having hissy fits about not getting a party bag!
I was presented with this, by one of the dinner ladies this afternoon with an apologetically belated chorus of Happy Birthday
Don’t mind if I do!
Speaking out and making a big enough fuss clearly does pay… there’s a lot of it about!
Well, I’ve had my 2012 retrospective and now it’s January 8th, which can only mean one thing…
Cue swirling mists and those wiggly dissolving images to depict a flashback (topical) about to begin.
Back in a much greener painted kitchen, when I was less haggard, much slimmer and people still used Myspace, on this day in 2006, I started up this blog.
Back then (as only a few of you will recall) it was called ‘Diary of a Desperate Housewife’ – hence the reason you may see tags for DOADHW attached to my posts. I wasn’t desperate, and was shortly due to return to work at a real job with a real wage (but crapper holidays) from my second maternity leave, so I wasn’t technically a housewife either. I had recently become engrossed in the TV show though and was blogging under that name long before any other imitators of the same name!
Since then it has also been temporarily (while I cyber hid for a while) called ‘All Hail the Jinna’ and now here we are with ‘Divine secrets….’ – a title magpied from one of my favourite books.
I wanted to use the internet to express myself and use it as a cathartic vent. I didn’t care if anyone read it (and still don’t) . Some people did. Some of them still do and have been along for the ride for many a year (god help them). Some of them lived thousands of miles away but are now so much closer although alas, not on the old 508 route! Ironically the very number of the beast, tagged in many a post, that attracted my blog to their attention all the way down under!
I have all those early entries on back up and wanted to reproduce the first ever entry for you here. However, technology is such that it was all backed up on floppy disk! A-Drive? What is this archaic portal of which you speak? A-Drive? Eh?
I remember it going something along the lines of; comparing myself to someone from Eastenders who isn’t on it anymore. I forget who, but it wasn’t anybody glam.
I tried not to bang on about my kids as I didn’t want to be known as a Mummy Blog. Mostly it was Alan Bennett-esque observations about Morrisons and shopping in Bradford and people who needed to use more conditioner on their hair….. Shit! I’m amazed I wasn’t closed down. Still, there’s duller shit than that out there on the etheral plains of the cyber highway – trust me!
I believe in free speech and although I have offended some people and some friends have left the wolf pack (as it were). So be it. I’m not apologising for saying what I think. Don’t like it? Sod off & go play on The Sims or whatever!
This is my modern day equivalent of a teenage diary, like the ones that came with a crappy little key and you got for christmas and spent all year blathering bollocks into and were shamed into shredding at the end of the year in case anyone found it. (I had several years worth of these, which I collected into a carrier bag when I was 14 and hid in a ditch behind the park on Knebworth Court, Bishop’s Stortford.) Go and look for it if you like. Knock yourself out. The park is long gone. They built little houses on every last scrap of land up there years ago!
I may talk bollocks on here too just like I did in my diaries. Just like the early 90’s letters (some of which DO still exist – thankyou Wigster!)
Sometimes I’m told, I can be quite funny. FYI, contrary to common consensus, I don’t always say what I think, because also contrary to outward appearances, sometimes I don’t want to upset people or hurt their feelings. For everything that is said, there’s a whole lot more whirling around in my head that I don’t put down. If all else fails it’s an excuse for me to inflict movie quotes and song lyrics on you and indulge in my passion for 1950’s pin up art.
I’ve only ever deleted one post. Way back in 2006. But I was a newbie at this and I very much regret deleting it a whole lot more than what was written, which was of course, brilliant (if slightly raw).
So, read. Don’t read. Whatevs.
But to quote another movie line… “Hey! See you in the next life!”
“Want to know how it all ends?”
Ciao for now Xx
Images courtesy of google image
I just re-read this and want to make it perfectly clear that this is not a suicide note people!