The wind is up. But that didn't stop us putting on the old anoraks and going to King Standing, where we always walked Jackson.
The dawter left at 10.00. Taking her life and music with her.
I'm struggling, at the moment, my blood sugar is too high but I will not resort to the drugs. So today it's just green juice and more green juice. Exercising and thinking positively AND trying to remember that the body will heal itself if I don't stress.
I read up about tomorrows show. Antiques and Stephen Sondheim.
WHAT HAVE YOU GOT IN THE ATTIC? WHAT MUSICAL WERE YOU IN AT SCHOOL?
Them's the questions. Join me from 9-12 on 0207 224 2000. BBC LONDON 94.9.
The first musical I was in was 'HMS PINAFORE' by Gilbert and Sullivan. The school production featured my mother, my brother and David Green, who I fancied like mad.
He had teddy boy curly hair and a little retroussť nose. We performed it over three nights, I can remember holding the pauses until the laugh came. Nothing like it....
I got great reviews saying I was the new (13-year-old) Doran bryan. But that I couldn't sing for toffee.
I'll show 'em I thought. And so began my self taught singing practice. I would sit in the rocking chair opposite my father's new qudraphonic stereo system, the first in the street, four speakers in four corners of the room. He listened to gospel and jazz I listened to Dionne Warwick until I got her intonation right, I copied her unashamedly.
By the time I had got Bert Bachorach under my belt I'd moved out, gone to drama school and had my first fag. Then I moved onto James Taylor. His songbook under my arm wherever I went. When I met him on the sofa at TVam, and he dedicated a song to me I had an arrack of the vapours.
I earnt my living as a singer until 1980 when telly beckoned. The lovely Barry has never forgiven me for giving up acting. Who knows I may just resort to playing old ladies in anoraks as I get older.
The gorse today was so pungent. Coconut aroma in the wind. Dark grey clouds around the copses, and the tiniest droplets of rain in the air.
'When gorse is out of blossom kissings out of fashion.'
Thank Heavens gorse has been throwing out it's yellow flowers for as long as we've lived here.
The old git doesn't seem to mind as long as I'm not wearing lipstick.
'Not bad for an old bint' he said as he caught me in the gorse. That blue anorak was bought in 1992 by the BBC for my trip to Iceland. It's a bit frayed at the edges but then who isn't?
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Oooh. Nice photo. You must have had the assistance of an expert.
Fab,Jeni just fab,don't stop! found you years ago on GFL, I was off work ill and you helped me recover, still remember when you and Ollie Smith cracked up over some rude comment, sooo funny, lotsalove xxxxx
Ohh thank you for the photos makes your walks so much more real. You look soooo well! Don't be scared of the diabetic meds they save lives . Will be listening tomorrow xxhugxx
YES, the photos are a great addition.
It's so good to have you back with us again Jeni, complete with photos! Lovely. x
Welcome back it is a pleasure to get up and turn the computer on again. Eating breakfast hasn't been the same without you
Thanks for the photos.
Two things, first the trees in the photo, it struck me how they were leaning over with age, I know that feeling!
Second thing, beware the thespian, I have mentioned this before but he's popping up everywhere sneaking into the limelight!
Seriously though lovely photos Jim.
Have a calm restful Sunday afternoon both of you.
Still love you Jeni, looking good! Take care Kerri xx