I went for a quick drink with two of my friends -- Madeleine Cotter and Di Allen --last night. Here are Mad and Di with the diary out planning our next girlie outing.
"I have to take photos for my blog," I said, forcing them to pose for individual shots.
"Oh, your blog...." they said -- did I hear a teeny bit of exasperation in their voices? -- figuring hideous photos of them that hadn't been vetted would show up the next day on the Internet. So I chose this one that they couldn't possibly object to.
We didn't have much time together as Mad and Di had to pick their kids up from rugby practice so we quickly caught up on family and work news.
I don't think there is much blog-worthy news to report from last night except that Mad told us her five-year-old daughter Oonagh is very curious about age. She is trying to understand what it means to be a teenager or 30 years old or 50, etc., then she turned and asked her mother:
"Are you a hundred yet?"
Friday, 25 April 2008
Are you a hundred yet?
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1) How is "Oonagh" pronounced?
2) Are YOU a hundred yet?
This reminds me of Holden Caulfield's little sister Phoebe, in *The Catcher in the Rye,* who was about 9 years old and tried to write short stories about a girl named Hazle (sic) Weatherfield whose father was a "tall well-dressed gentleman of about twenty years of age."
Is Oonagh pronounced like Ooona Chaplin?
Yes, it is pronounced like that. They are Irish, and the nicest people.
100-year-old, GWTW the musical just opened in London -- Trevor Nunn's latest music and it has flopped BAD. They say to get tickets before it closes just for the fun of seeing a terrible musical.
re GWTW musical - I was reading a review of it in the Metro on the Tube today.
Let me quote you some of the lyrics and you tell me if you can see this musical sticking around.
"I'm the queen of the county/The belle of the ball/but like Humpty Dumpty i had a great fall"
Not as awe-inspiringly awful, let's not forget:
"The life I used to know/The world I knew so well/Why did it have to turn into a living hell?"
And others that I can't be bovved to type up at this moment in time.
Love the lyrics! I read an article about the woman who wrote it -- she had no experience in the field but thought it would be a great way to make a fortune. It was turned down by everyone until Trevor Nunn inexplicably bought it. Then some insiders said, why couldn't Trev see it was overlong and boring during rehearsals? I went to his last production, Porgy and Bess, which was great but I couldn't understand why he moved all the songs down an octave so they were less thrilling when you heard them sung.
Scarlett, You Is My Woman
Now that would have been theatre-worthy, GWTW in the style of Porgy and Bess.
Your friend with her back to the camera is wearing two watches. Being a watch aficionado myself, I'm wondering if she loves them both and wears them both everywhere, or if there's a story to this...
Excellent observation, Sherlock. Her son asked her the same thing in the car (I never noticed of course) but I think one of them broke so she just grabbed something else at the last minute. Or maybe she has one watch on one time zone and the other set for another?
Now, this is confession time (we late-life Catholics like to confess at every opportunity, except of course to an actual priest like we're supposed to...) and I know mighty good and well I'll be made fun of for this but...anyway, Southern women are taught that (as with hats) one NEVER wears a watch after 6 p.m. "Why?" I once asked my expert on Southern Ladyhood (Vicksburg's version of Truman Capote; more stories about him later) His reply, in his inimitable drawl, was "Dahlin'---if you are any kind of woman, you have got you a MAN to get you where you're goin' on time." Implication being, of course, that only a woman unfortunate enough to be manless would, poor precious dear, need a watch. I don't know what widows were supposed to do---I mean, these would be manless through (usually) no fault of their own...
I never knew that!!
So if Mad needed TWO watches, does that mean she has no hope of being a Southern belle?
Scarlett wouldn't have worn a watch anyway 'cause she would have just checked the sun dial outside, right?
PS
I haven't been able to stop singing 'Scarlett, YOU IS MY WOMAN NOW' all day long. I've got to get it out of my head....
bw...h:
By that reasoning, women don't need cars, food or brains. We *can* have men do our driving, providing and thinking for us. I think I'll have a lovely swiss mechanical timepiece with diamonds for evening instead. Of course, the man can pay for it. I'm such a hypocrite. :-)
And I have the idea that Scarlett never gave a whit what time it was. Other people waited for her, not the other way around!
As for women not needing cars...don't I wish! I detest driving (all those terrifying huge vehicles zooming around trying to kill me!)loathe anything to do with car maintenance/mechanics, and remember fondly the olden days when all gas stations were full-service---the nice Texaco men in their crisp uniforms would fill up your tank, clean your windshield, and check the oil, whatever.
When dinner-party conversation turns to "what would you do if you won the lottery," my answer is immediate: hire a liveried driver, and let him drive me on even the shortest errands. It would be such a delight to say, "Grafton, I shall require the car tomorrow morning; please be out front at nine." (He'd have to wait though, as being watchless I'd probably be late...)
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