I'm jumpy about being called nice because of Morrissey's words, "I have spent my whole life in ruins, because of people who are nice!".Well see how it goes. LH. I'm afraid I'm a coward. I'm a gutless swine..But then just because you're not a particularly nice person yourself, why does that proclude you from wanting to be around Nice people?
Really, I can't imagine. I'm eating a sweet apple at the moment, with my remaining teeth.My grandma's neighbour was a gypsy. She used to go into town to buy her groceries with my grandma I always renemver my grandma said to me. She said, 'Mary can eat an apple with not one tooth in her head'
At least we've got Morrissey down in celluloid history.I know he's long departed. I can imagine what my grandad would have said to me. He wouldn't have known too much about homosexuality. I don't know if that kind of behaviour existed in his time. I've a feeling he knew what I was all about. I would love to meet him again. That's why I loved my grandad. He knew. Didn't we all? It was such a long long time since I spoke to him. I was thinking about how people die these days and they're still immortalised on film. I wish we'd got grandad. He was a lovely man.
Click your fingers?My grandad was of a certain age. I've a feeling he knew, though. Although you didn't talk about that kind of thing in those days. He knew. I miss him beyond belief. I miss my grandma too. Both of them. They'll always be with me. They're not going anywhere too soon. I only have to click my fingers and they're there.
I suspect she also murdered our grandmother. Loosened the bolts on the chair. Then loosened the overhead light bulb, so Nan would climb upon the chair to change the bulb. Broke her hip. Sister visited her in hospital. Then she died. Nan had been getting me to sing.It seems strange not having known grandma and grandad since the 80s. It was a lifetime ago. I lost grandma Daisy 3 years back. I miss her terribly. I miss them all. Grandparents are always magic. Aren't they?