The meeting went well! This was a shock to me. I came out clutching a joining pack, with that dreaded banks logo on it, and I felt like I had got away with something. Eldest came with me, as she is now an official of the business, and I think she was suitably impressed that she was now named at Companies House. Of course, I could be dreaming, and she finds the whole thing tedious. The Bank man seemed suitably impressed by our offering, and we await news of our shiny new account very soon. In the afternoon, we went swimming. Well, Myself and eldest sat in the coffee bar watching the others swim. I was struck with the fact that sitting there for an hour revealed much to me about the human body. I am working on a new play about body image, and I think today will be very useful. There was not a single body on display that would have made it onto an advertising campaign. Not one. There was every conceivable shape and size for all to see, some quite self conscious, others clearly couldn't care less. I think I found this quite liberating really. For years I was unable to strip in front of anyone, for fear that my own physical "Imperfections" would be there for all to laugh at, but clearly, that was nonsense really. I also noticed quite how many tattoos were on display. I have always expected to end up with a tattoo. The lack of one is perhaps down to indecisiveness rather than Of all the tattoos on display today, none of them particularly floated my Ink based boat. Not that they didn't look good on others...in many cases they did. I also learnt a new phrase. The tattoo that is so regularly seen on young ladies at the base of their back, is apparently known as "A Tramp Stamp". How delightful. In the evening, we threw caution to the wind and had a roast dinner. I felt wild and rebellious, as it is only Tuesday. We also drank champagne to celebrate the formation of the business, and I had a relaxing evening in front of the iPad finishing Emma Kennedy's book and starting a new one called "Grow Up" by Ben Brooks. It seems, on first reading, to be rather funny. It was billed as "What Skins would be like with real people in it", which I think on the basis of the first few chapters does it a disservice.
I have avoided writing about Amy Winehouse, as, to be perfectly honest, I always felt awkward watching her. When she was performing she reminded me of a toddler trying its first steps...you so wanted it to succeed, but knew that eventually it would end up falling. She had a beautiful voice, and a spirit that I so often admire in others. The fatal flaw was of course her addiction, and that is always difficult to understand or explain. On Twitter, when the news broke, many were being admonished for expressing sadness at her passing. Think of the poor people in Oslo, the poor innocent people who were gunned down. Well yes, I understand entirely, and it was a deeply tragic incident. Amy Winehouse though, had in some way entered our hearts I think. She wasn't a faceless X-Factor winner, she was a glorious car crash of talent, individuality, and frustration. I make no apology for ruing that loss of her, and would remind people that if they truly believe that I cannot be sad about Amy because of the number of deaths in Oslo, that they should be ashamed of themselves for not mourning the far greater number of deaths in Sudan. It is a stupid argument.
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