My problem with me is that I often want to see life as a movie.
I have always been the same.
Ever since I was a little boy and Shelley Winters got stuck up that Christmas Tree in The Poseidon Adventure.
Like Shelley, things were always larger than life.
I’ve joined an LGBT+ reading club in Chester, and the organise Alison has confirmed my application with a sweet email but I know that there is a part of me that is expecting the first meeting to be a little like The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society, what with Dawsey Adam’s hole filled jumper and Isola Pribby’s sweetly dotty spinster.
Of course it won’t be, but I know that
I get it.
Certain scenes in my life do have a cinematic resonance to them.
And we all experience these, do we not?
Dancing on the roof of Weston Park Hospital with friends one night in 1990 would have made a delightful vignette for any coming of age movie staring Molly Ringwold and John Cusack.
Christmas Morning 2002 when me, The Prof and two dogs climbed all over each other in a hug fest that told me I had my own family for the first time in my life could have graced James L Brooks’ Terms of Endearment .and My Grandmother calling out “ My Poor Poor Boy “ when she saw his coffin in Church would have sent an icy chill over any audience watching Meryl Streep in Sophie’s Choice.
The film clips stand. But life isn’t a movie.
We plod along
Tomorrow nurses will strike in Wales for the first time in welsh history
The postmen have already marched out and the rail drivers will go next week.
It’s all a bit serious, but at least I can smile as Mrs Trellis’s erect bobble hat can muster a few laughs aka Mrs Pumphrey in All Creatures Great And Small
Reality lies , as it always seems to do, between the too worlds .
The ordinary and the cinematic
My meatballs looked lovely but were hard as bullets
Albert peed on the carpet for the third time yesterday morning
And I did get a distinction for my first assignment, feedback lying somewhere in Google classroom.
Hey ho
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