Take a deep breath,
Absorb the moment,
It isn’t going to happen again.
Don’t be insecure,
As my Dad always said:
Everyone can do anything
That they set their mind to.
Release the fear,
Keep it inside,
Don’t let it show,
Try to forget it’s there,
Get lost in the moment,
This ain’t life and death
But it could change your life.
Follow your dreams,
Don’t take rejection personally,
Roll with the hand you are given,
And most of all never lose heart.
Marc Jacobs Resort 2017 is a stunning collection brimming with colour. There is lots of pieces with a rock, androgynous or hippie vibe which always warms my heart. Just such a beautiful retro collection. In particular some of the jackets are amazing creations. I love them. And a stunning brown leather skirt which I can imagine teamed with a large belt would look super hippie-like. Right I’m on to raid the charity shops for cheap versions of the looks! 🙂
The wonderful Mama Cass is a huge style inspiration of mine. She was this incredible hippie with a hippie style to match. She was simply amazing. Her style is classic. The flowing dresses, the retro accessories, oh joy! 🙂
Let’s take a trip down memory lane and look at the style of the amazing Mama Cass:
Leicester rock band OutCry are James Byron on vocals, Rick James on bass Alex Brookes on drums and Scott Cadenhead on guitar. The band originally formed in 2006 at Leicester college in 2006. Following a 2 year hiatus the band reformed in 2014. They raised almost £1500 for cancer research with their track In Your Memory which you can listen to here:
Donate to Cancer Research UK and download In Your Memory at:
Their EP is excellent (I listen to it a lot! :-)) which you can hear here:
Some More Music
They gig a lot including recent gigs in Leicester, Nottingham, Sheffield and London. Below is a link to a review for a recent gig in Nottingham:
Some Videos From Gigs
For more on OutCry go to:
It is Father’s Day today so I have decided to write a short story entitled Father’s Day Remembrance. Hope you like it.
Happy Father’s Day to my own Dad up in heaven. Love you Dad. And happy Father’s Day to all the Fathers out there. 🙂
Kerry sat on the sofa. She looked upwards and began to talk to her father.
“Dad, so Father’s Day has rolled around again. Did you see the flowers and card we brought up to your grave?”
She was talking about the flowers and card she, her mother and her sister had brought up to his grave when they had been down to visit his grave. They now lived in a different town but regularly went down to see him.
“How’s heaven today? Any characters? We’re good. We’re watching the football and Big Brother later. I’m sure if there’s a telly up there you’re watching the former and won’t be watching the latter. Although one of your fellow Dubs Hughie is in it so I’m sure you’d like him in it.”
She remembered the times they had together, how he loved when their dog brought the lead over in his mouth for him to bring him for a walk, how his mother never got her father’s jokes, how he had always been so encouraging of she and her sister’s futures, how he always loved Italy in the football tournaments and supported Wolves. She remembered him watching the Elvis Presley comeback concert and how she knew it annoyed him that her favourite Elvis track was his cover of Peggy Lee’s Fever as opposed to an original Elvis track. And how he also loved the Rolling Stones. How he loved to sing David Essex’s A Winter’s Tale and had a really good voice.
“Love you Dad. Happy Father’s Day. Talk to you soon.”, she said and blew a kiss up to him.
My poem Rover & Snuggles is now on Soundcloud:
I loved writing it and I hope you like it too. 🙂
Was trying to get it up on YouTube too but it’s gone all technical! 🙂 I’ve clearly been living under a rock because I didn’t realise it was all different since January or so. 🙂