I don’t know anything about Bruce Springsteen
except odd bits of music, the profile and the wonderful “stand up and be counted” riff in the face of Trump and what he represents. And I don’t know anything about Johnny Depp except that he has a face which has been used by an industry
which does that: chooses a face, builds what is now called a brand round it – and devil take the hindmost. It works for you – great. It doesn’t ? Good luck with that, bottomless supply of faces. I never underestimated the price of fame from my twenties when I was told that something I had written could make a hit and asked “Do you know what that involves ?” And it was spelt out.
I had no great insight, I just didn’t go further. When recognition came, I was doing something I could do. I did it well, apparently it worked for a lot of other people and I had a shape to my life which enabled me to keep going, learn, limit and appreciate.
I was propped up by all sorts of lucky breaks, starting with my parents (two lone gun loners if ever there were) who imbued me with a profound sense of self. I didn’t access this insight easily or quickly, it was ongoing and still is – but I bless them.
The Institute of Group Analysis advised me that I either dominated the group or the group dominated me. One on one would be more helpful. Thank you. I am as fascinated by groups as wary of them. Sometimes, one is all it takes – to change minds, to give you an insight, to change the course of history, to overcome and make change. Change is another big little word.
Most of us fear change, whether it’s BT or banking. Wisest thing I was ever taught about change is that it will come.
Better to face it than try to build a wall against it. Walls tumble and bricks fall on your toe.
You can’t blame the decline of a nation on one thing, there are contributory factors but one of th things that gives me the creeps about where we are now is the avoidance of benign individuality – your face, your nose, your wrinkles, your heroes, your health, you as an entity. So the rise of fat injections at the same time as the decline in helpful vaccines is fascinating if depressing. I don’t want any child to be ill with measles. Unchecked it is a harmful killer – see in the US right now. And today I read for the first time of the negatives of weight loss by injection ie face falls. Well, I could have told you that. Which will mean more injections of course. Lucrative.
This week’s experience of my “one” was a Tuesday night wracked with anxiety
about the landlord of the flat next door, long story, won’t bore you but Buns issued the rallying call- the Party Wall Act. And on Wednesday morning I spoke severely to myself “- Come on, you’re a big girl, you can do this”, and did what I feared to do. I read on line. I found a group who would refer me to Party Wall surveyors in my area, I could ask advice so I filled out the form and I waited, secure in the knowledge that I can deal with the phone.
A man rang and asked if he could help me, stating his name, all his details and his relevant experience (he said 15 years, thousands of clients ). I asked permission to give him background and when I referred to afore mentioned landlord, I called him a toad. (Sorry, toads.) “Why ?” he asked. I replied “A man who thinks women are a lower form of life.” “I bite them” he said and when I laughed, he added “and if I don’t Henry (NHN) would.” I asked who was Henry ? “Miniature dach” he said. “Don’t go anywhere without him. “ After a few more sentence he said “Look, money aside. Let me draft this letter for you, you’ll OK it, we’ll send it on my bells and whistles stationery and let’s see. And if you need muscle, I’d be delighted.” And that’s what he did. One.
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