...if you hold on for one more day.
So sang those daughters of nepotism, Wilson Phillips in 1990. Can it really be 21 years since they sat on top of that mountain trying not to look cold? Today, during one of the many lovely random conversations I had, the subject of current London super-club, ‘Guilty Pleasures’ arose (do the kids still call them clubs?). In the ongoing spirit of honesty within this blog: my name is Craig and Wilson Phillips were (are?) my guilty pleasure. Those following this blog may leave now!
The reason for the choice of this particular lyric – other than a shameless excuse to shoehorn Wilson Phillips into the blog – is that everyone I speak to at the moment seems to be having a rough time. I’m not sure whether there’s something about 2011 but every phone call or email seems to bring more bad news for a loved one. So, if you’re having a rough trot, may I suggest a quick burst of ‘Hold On’ - for things will come your way (although if you’re having relationship issues may I also suggest you skip over ‘The Phillips’ other hit ‘Release Me’! I like to think in the whole ‘ balance of life’ this means that whilst some people are having a rubbish time, some of you are having a bumper spree and filling your boots. Good news is always welcomed, so whether you’ve got a new job, are getting married, having a baby or simply found an unexpected bottle of wine at the back of your fridge, please share the positive love!
Although this weekend may not have seen the accomplishment of any of my tasks, it has certainly kept with the programme of driving change and pushing onwards. For yes, I have been flat-hunting. On the positive side I have found flats that I can afford (just); they did not require the donning of an industrial suit to avoid catching various diseases and they were demonstrated by Andrew, who wasn’t a total w*nker. ..and there was me thinking Mr Plambeck was in a minority of one. On the negative side, although close to Putney, which I regard as home, Earlsfield (where said flats are) is still a couple of miles away, which means an effort would have to be made to see friends i.e. there would be no ‘popping’ anywhere. All thoughts and advice welcome.
Elsewhere, for some random reason, I’ve been thinking about marriage. Bit odd that, as I’m not sure I actually believe in marriage, and am a ‘confirmed bachelor’ although as those who know me well would testify, I’ve always been on a mission to find the perfect partner and settle down for life - a bit like a mute swan. Managed to get that one horribly wrong. Ho hum. Anyway, I’ve been thinking about who I would like to marry, if I did believe in it, and have drawn up the following criteria: must be funny (very); must enjoy parties but also be happy in the pub; must be able to get on easily with my friends; must enjoy watching sport or be happy to let me watch sport; must be able to discuss stuff like the Palestinian – Israeli question and who’s judging the X-Factor; must not be physically unattractive; must not be overly materialistic; must not be prone to ‘moods’. Based on this criteria I have drawn up the following list of potential candidates:
· Adele
· Liza Tarbuck
· Scott Mills
· Jennifer Aniston
· Clare Balding
· Ant & Dec
I think I’d be happy with any of these, however am slightly worried that chance of marrying any of the above are fairly slim - but as this is a year of saying ‘yes’ I’m not giving up hope just yet. To increase my options, if there’s anyone you know who fits the criteria, or just anyone with a pulse you’d like to see me marry, feel free to chuck some suggestions my way.
Right, best go get measured for my morning suit.
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