Diary of Lisa Taylor, reluctantly 42 (and a half)

Or.. 'f.ck me I'm forty.. two.. and a half', though can look 38 on a - not so deluded - good day. Or 'How to reconcile a well experienced mind trapped in a still - but for how long? – youthful body.' Don't have the 30somethings angst/problems, neither have the resigned (?) ageing baby-boomers in safe family territory outlook yet. Here's how I cope, one day all sexy women will get old... but never invisible. © Lisa Taylor 2005/6/7/8/9. Jeez.. so much for the 42 and-a-half delusion

Friday, February 10, 2006

28 January - Bob & Blunt

The mark of a successful holiday is not hearing Bob Marley songs… or in this case, only heard two tunes. Believe me, some places that’s the only CD they seem to have or it goes back to the tat they sell an maybe in 1980 they sold it to the tune of ‘No Woman No Cry’ so it stands to reason that the tune is conducive to sales and played endlessly.
However, upon waking the morning after the night they were run out of Hospet by the police, I ask Jovi if he’s had a good sleep and he says yes on the whole but ‘This morning, this woman next door was playing this really boring song over and over, man, it was awful, ‘you’re beautiful something’. I jump a foot in the air realising that we’re never safe. If James Blunt is polluting the silence around here, so is Joss Stone probably and I must have just missed David Grey. I tell Jovi to, quick, get thee back to Tijuana and maybe you’ll be safe.

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