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

Thursday, April 21, 2011

22 April - Olympics & Nobody

It may well be one of the greatest shows on earth but.... nobody is interested in going with me to any events next year. I have a few days to purchase a ticket, if I so wished, so have now resorted to emailing overseas friends saying 'hey, if you fancy the men's 100 mt or some fencing or some horse events or some ... anything, get in touch, I'll buy'. But doubt there will be any takers. Nobody wants to brave confusion, congestion etc. Maybe I should plan to be away/out of town by then? I think I'll buy a raft of random ones (if they assign them to me, which is not a sure thing especially when you're going for the lowest priced seats) and nearer the time I can trade, like you used to do at school with stickers or other highly collectable stuff like that. I saw someone's nephew recently and the poor boy had the familiar old problem, he was missing some stickers which were simply not produced in high enough numbers and so rare that none of his mates wanted to swap. Life teaches you how to be disappointed from a very tender age it seems. Here, here's 200 stickers but forever you will miss a crucial ten or so and the album will seem worthless without them. What a shitty realisation that is. Similar to me gazing at beloved scarves only to notice the snags on some of them.


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