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Cartwheels now mean goodbye

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It started raining as we left her service. Not just a gentle pitter-patter either; this was full on, “Shit, where did we park the ark” rainfall. Coats and cardigans were raised above our heads as we ran to take cover.

We laughed as we looked behind us, a fast moving flock of black filling the space. We laughed as a release, “Typical J!” someone said, as if that gave the rain a meaning. The whole service was everyone struggling to find a meaning and failing as we knew we would. There was no meaning in this, nothing could make it feel better. We just came together to say goodbye.

We all knew a different side of her. Her friends told stories about nights out with drag queens, about champagne and shoes. Her work colleagues told stories of a woman who smashed sales targets in a male dominated industry and organised team building events for her colleagues that really did build teams. Her mum and dad knew a daughter, her brothers a sister.

Her girls didn’t come to the funeral but arrived at the reception at the hotel afterwards – two whirlwinds in black and pink, smashing through the room, their presence announced by half-sobs and intakes of breath from people as they saw her daughters. The girls ignored us adults and barrelled into R, jumping into her, grabbing her arms, not looking at anyone as they collected her up and then the three of them disappeared out of the double doors at the end of the room and onto the lawns.

They disappeared up trees, through fences, into bushes. “Come and explore!” they shouted. The spell was broken. The mood lifted. We sat on the hotel verandah like we did on the sand dunes and watched the three girls as they reminded us of other days with their mum and aunty.

“Isn’t Gee like her mum?”
“Oh no, Ell isn’t allowed to eat that, her mum didn’t allow it”
“R was as tall as her, did you know that?”

And then the girls started to do cartwheels.

We thought we’d have more time together.

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C’s sister got her diagnosis just before Christmas. Cancer. Everyone reeled, but she was so strong. One massive rage and rail against the world, then she carried on as normal. She didn’t ask for a timescale because she didn’t want to be living with an end date hanging over her.

So we had Christmas. Then we all went away together as a family at New Year; a massive family gathering where everyone knew why we were together but no-one mentioned it. We had time.

We spent every weekend together that we could. Miraculously, we all seemed to be passing her house at the same time. We went away at Easter – all 12 of us in the family for two weeks in the sun. Her two girls and R running about on the beaches, while she lay on a sunbed, getting weaker. I looked after her girls so she could have some rest. The time didn’t stretch out as far before us as it once had.

She moved in with her mum and dad; her girls stayed with their dad and came to her at the weekends. The “just passing” excuses faded away; we’d all gather at her mum and dad’s house as often as we could. C and his brother would sit in the chairs either side of her, winding her up as big brothers do to their annoying little sister. She’d scowl, then out of the corner of our eyes we’d see one of the boys reach out a hand, and she’d stroke it. We needed more time.

She set up a team and we Raced For Life. She cheered us on from the sidelines.

She organised a last holiday for her with family and her girls. She picked the location and the cottage. She was looking forward to a week away. C was in Asia, and made plans to come home early on the following Tuesday to spend the last few days of the trip with us. I ran about on Thursday and Friday, getting all the little last minute things that she texted to me. I dropped them off on Friday night and waved to her in her chair in the garden. We were all looking forward to a week spent together, starting on the Saturday. Spending time.

She died Saturday morning.

We thought we’d have more time together.

Her girls. Her little wonderful 8 and 6 year old girls. They definitely should have had more time.

They wanted to go on the last holiday that mummy organised so off we went to a cottage right on the beach in Cornwall.

It was the right thing to do for the girls but oh she was missed. She wasn’t there and she was everywhere.

Then we all stood on a dune and watched her two girls and R as they cartwheeled across the beach in their best party dresses “because mummy bought them for us and she loved counting our cartwheels”.

Five things I know to be true.

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1. If it is raining, I will stand on the wonky paving stone which will then shoot a jet of water right up my dress. Every damn time.

2. When my hair looks fantastic and my outfit doesn’t look like something out of the bottom of the ragbag then I will not see a soul all day.

3. Conversely, when my hair looks like a Take A Break makeover before picture I will meet everyone and their granny.

4. I do not look good in yoga pants. I do not even know why I own these things. I had one yoga class 10 years ago and it made me cry. The lessons went but the pants live on.

5. The reasons why my big black boots are in the spare room is because the zip is broken. The zip goes up but doesn’t come down. I find the boots, go, “oooh, I love those boots”, wear them, then struggle for half an hour to get the bloody things off. I need to throw them out, not throw them in the spare room.

My Mum

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She was the eldest of ten.

She helped bring up her brothers and sisters, and the youngest three thought of her as their mum.

She was very stylish. When they were older, her sisters would steal her clothes to wear themselves. Mum would sleep with her clothes for the next day under her pillow.

She wanted to be a nun when she was younger, then met my dad and that didn’t happen.

She had a beautiful voice and sung in an award-winning choir.

Because my dad was Protestant and she was Catholic they were married at the chapel’s side altar. Mum lost her faith shortly after that.

We moved to America with my dad just after I was born. He had an affair while she was pregnant with my brother and she moved back to Glasgow with us two kids.

She worked so many jobs to keep us going. She was a cutter, a barmaid, a packer, a cook. She worked as a cleaner and on the market and in the chippie.

She’d come in from the chippie late at night and kiss me goodnight and I’d smell the fryers on her clothes. I liked the smell because then I knew she was home.

She always thought she should know more. She’d take correspondence courses because she left school at 14 to help look after her brothers and sisters.

She never drank, but kept a bottle of Southern Comfort in the house “in case I ever fancy a wee drink.” She never fancied a wee drink.

She wrote letters. Every single one started “Hoping that this letter finds you well.” She signed off every letter and card, “Wishing you all that’s good.”

She had long elegant fingers, like a piano player.

She had beautiful handwriting.

She was terrified of dogs, and had a phobia of earrings and pierced ears. When my granny took me to get my ears pierced without telling her, mum went ballistic.

Mum threw up every time she saw me twisting my earrings.

She’d blister in the sun, even with full sun cream on.

Her hair was like wire wool, and she would curse when she was trying to style it. She’d brush mine and tell me she wished she had straight hair like mine.

I wanted my hair to be like hers.

She baked every Sunday. Singin’ Hinnies, bread and scones.

I loved the way our house smelled on Sundays.

She talked to all the old biddies at the post office, at the bus stop, in the street. I complained and she said that she could be the only person they talked to that day, and I should think on.

She wore Tweed perfume. I’d save up my pocket money to buy her a bottle at Christmas.

Whenever she watched a sad film she’d say, “C’mere, sit on my knee” and we’d coorie in together on the couch.

She loved a coorie in.

She never learned how to drive a car or ride a bike.

She was really funny. She’d come out with some shockingly funny things then say, “Oh, you never heard that, ok?”

She loved Walnut Whips and treated herself to one every Friday.

Every Mother’s Day I’d buy her an African Violet, and my brother would buy her three Walnut Whips.

She would have been a brilliant granny.

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I went to see One Direction…even though I didn’t want to.

I went to see One Direction…even though I didn’t want to.

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Yesterday morning I was in a right bad mood. With a giant sense of entitlement that only the truly grumpy can master, I was raging about the One Direction gig. I’d originally booked for the Friday night, so the late night wouldn’t be an issue for R, but that gig was rescheduled to the Sunday.  This meant that we would be shlepping all the way to Greenwich (Greenwich ffs) on a freezing cold Sunday night, and would be getting back home at stupid o’clock when R had school the next day. I didn’t want to go.

As the time to leave drew closer, I started to get over myself. I saw lots of tweets from people wishing they were going and started to feel a bit guilty. What was the worst that could happen? Apart from deafness from the screams. R was bouncing off the walls in excitement, and it was hard to sustain the Grumplestiltskin attitude. Especially when faced with a ten-year-old whirling fiend of excitement. New clothes, new hair, new shoes, new glasses – she’d prepared for this like a bear would for winter.

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We got there in plenty of time. One recommendation if you are going to the O2 and subscribe to Sky, then pre-book for Sky Backstage on the Rewards site. It’s fantastic, especially if going with kids. Everyone who works there must be told one thing – make everyone who comes through that door feel like a rock star. Which they did. If we were in a queue for anything, the staff would start talking away to us. I went to the bar and spent four quid on a bag of Randoms and you’d have thought I’d dropped the big bucks on a Jeroboam of Cristalle. There was free facepainting, massages, a pool table, and a 3D TV studio.  The 3DTV studio was an early highlight. Watching two pre-teen girls rock out with their bad selves to “WMYB” in 3D television will cause you to pull a muscle in your sides. I am still sore.

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The gig. I’ve seen 1D twice before. Once at Wembley as part of the X Factor tour, and then again at Hammersmith. I could not tell you anything at all about them, they made that little impression on me. I liked the thought of them, because my daughter and all my nieces love them and I have a lot of online friends who do too. For me that’s all they were – a band that people I liked, liked.

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When we got onto the floor there was a man sitting behind us with his three tween daughters. They were hyper even before the gig started, and dad was just sitting there, bright yellow earplugs in, reading his book. He caught my eye and the two of us did the “OMG what have we let ourselves in for” eyeroll of sympathy.

I was hooked from the introductory video. It wasn’t “oh look at us, look at our wacky hijinks and we are going to have so much fun tonight and we don’t care about you”. It was fun, and charming and and said “We are going to make you have so much fun tonight”. Which they did.

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Three songs in and grumpy dad behind us had chucked away his book and was up dancing and clapping. R started jumping up and down from the first song and didn’t stop until they left the stage. K, her fellow tween two years older than R, danced and sang and clapped all the way through it. J and I, the supposed responsible adults were right in there as well.  How could I be churlish or not have fun when surrounded by so many people having a good time and 5 guys determined to give it to them?

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All during the gig the band members were talking to each other and to the musicians in the backing band, off mic.  When they were front of stage near the audience they would wave hello and start talking off mic to people below – at one point Harry was having a conversation with a fan and said, “oops, I’ve got to go” and ran centre stage for his solo.  Near the end of the gig, Niall was chatting away to the audience for ages and Zayn stood up from left of stage, wandered over to the other end of the stage and whispered something into Louis’s ear.  The two of them laughed and he wandered back to his stage position, the whole exchange for all the world like a guy who remembered that he had something to tell his pal.

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They enjoy what they are doing, but it’s not like watching the cool kids having fun at the next table in the dinner hall while you’re sitting there with two sad digestives sandwiched with butter and drinking a Panda Pop. They’re constantly on the go, waving at fans, bouncing around, bringing everyone along with them. It’s impossible not to share the joy of it all.

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I thought that I would go for a walk or go to the loo or fill my ears with hot buttered popcorn and writhe on the floor in agony during “One Way Or Another/Teenage Kicks”. Those are two songs that I don’t want anyone messing with. Yet again, my attitude has changed. During this song R flung herself at me, jumped on my back and threw her arms around me. The two of us bounced up and down, she was so filled with joy at this and was BELLOWING into my ear. How can you not love that? I get it now. 1D haven’t “stolen” my songs, I’ve still got them. These versions aren’t mine; I’ve got mine and R’s got hers, but for three minutes we shared them. I can enjoy both.

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Harry – I thought Harry would be the “too cool for school” guy. Not a bit of it. He was right in there with them all, and his reactions and chats with the fans when he was off camera and off mic were funny and lovely.

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Louis – Louis made me cry. I won’t say why, because I know people are going to see it and I don’t want to spoil it. But if you have seen it then you know what I am talking about.I was a useless mess.

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Liam – During “Little Things” the crowd was singing back to them. He got all choked up and after the song when he was standing beside the keyboard player you could see him saying, “Did you hear that? Amazing. Incredible” and pointing to the crowd, then wiping his face with his hands. Big softie.One Direction

Zayn – He didn’t get much of a chance to talk to the crowd – Liam, Louis and Niall were taking all the best slots. Poor Zayn. He was always waving and smiling at fans.One Direction

Niall – God bless him. He got the biggest screams of the night. When he got a close up on the big screen, when he got a solo, when he got his guitar out or when he did anything the crowd went crazy.

At one point of the show One Direction go right overhead. As they approached R was going bats. She was jumping and waving and was glowing in excitement. Then Niall caught her eye and he waved and smiled at her. Oh my giddy aunt. The expression on her face. Just for that I will love him forever.

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That’s all. We were going to leave before the encore to make sure we didn’t get stuck in traffic, but that was never an option once the gig started. With humour, chat and a fun stage show (and whoever is directing the big screen videos and also the live segments, they are brilliant.) we were there until the very end. And didn’t begrudge a minute of it.

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R ran in to school this morning, absolutely shattered, but gave me a massive high-five as she was singing Kiss You.  That morning a year ago when I sat with umptyump windows open on my PC, cursing to all while struggling to get tickets now feels like the best morning’s work I’ve ever done.

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1981 Playlist

Hat tip, as always, to @wkidstepmother

Right. I cannot believe that I was scratching around for songs in 1980 when this monster of a song was left off. When I had the “oh FFS” moment and saw that it was released in 1980 and I missed my chance, I groaned. Then I realised that it was still in the charts in 1981 so with some jiggery pokey, it qualified. Go nuts, and don’t forget the Joker.

Ace of Spades – Motörhead

Swords Of A Thousand Men – Tenpole Tudor

Not punk, not New Romantic, not Adam Ant, but with tinges of them all. I quite like shouty chants in a song, so this is ideal. I even shout along to the “there was hope in our English hearts” bit.

Hitsville UK – The Clash

Clash purists are going to hate this, but bear with me. I love songs that have a story. Oblique lyrics are great too, but give me a song with a beginning, middle and an end and I’m happy. I’m a simple soul. I also love male/female voices singing together; the male voice low in the mix and the female one slightly higher. This song has both of these things. And for anyone shouting I should have waited a few years and used The Clash 80s card for “Should I Stay Or Should I Go” that was supposedly written about the female vocalist on Hitsville UK, so it all ties together.

Shut Up – Madness
Picking one Madness song out of everything they released caused hours of discussion between me and Husband. We don’t even have the same Top 3. But then again, he had sod all to do with this endeavour so his arguments were invalid. I finally whittled it down to Our House, Embarrassment and this one. Then memories of the gospel choir on Wings of a Dove kicked in. Too much choice! Shut Up won the hallowed spot by the very scientific method of “it was first up in shuffle”.

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One of the experts of the story song.

Hazel O’Connor – Will You

Breaking Glass should be shown as part of the Friday night music strand in BBC4.

Reward – Teardrop Explodes

Can’t talk, bouncing around the room.

The Specials – Ghost Town

Thank goodness for Terry Hall and his many aliases, because if I had to pick just one song of his over the years I would be tearing my hair out.

Christmas Wrapping – The Waitresses

Even if I compiled this playlist in the height of summer, I would put this song in. This was another of my mum’s charity shop finds for me, and it was on white vinyl. She later binned it when I moved out, not knowing it was in my pile of treasures that I kept at hers so I wouldn’t lose them as I bounced around between Glasgow, Brighton and Burnham. It could have been worse though. When my pal Dougie moved to Burnham, his mum threw out his complete collection of 2000 AD comics. But Gordon took the biscuit. He went home one weekend from Brighton to find that his dad had turned his bed frame into a garden gate. Poor Bedless Gordon.

How ‘Bout Us – Champaign

This could be filler. This could be great. I am undecided. Depends on the mood that I am in. The emoting in the video makes it worth its inclusion.

Four From Toyah EP – Toyah

This is meant to be an EP, but I only remember ever hearing It’s A Mystery. I’m going to have to dig out the rest for a listen.

Lately – Stevie Wonder

Because I can’t have Superstition. Superstition should be in every playlist, ever.

Wordy Rappinghood – Tom Tom Club

I bought this years later, on a cassette, with my own money. I was so proud.

I Go To Sleep – Pretenders

I love Chrissie Hynde’s voice and attitude. Even singing Smelly Cat.

I’m In Love With A German Film Star – The Passions

This confused the hell out of me when I was younger. It sounded so different from everything else and I had no idea what the lyrics were about.

The Southern Freeez – Freeez

Another one where I just love the singer’s voice.

Is Vic There – Department S

Best letter ever in Smash Hits two weeks after this left the charts. “Hi. Vic here. Any messages?”

Under Pressure – Queen and David Bowie

The phrasing, the voices, the tune, the lyrics. Love love love.

Love Action – Human League

One of Sheffield’s finest.

Fade To Grey – Visage

When I decided that the New Romantic stuff looked quite fun.

Next up, 1982. With The Associates, Heaven 17 and Soft Cell.

1980 Playlist

I came to most of these a lot later, mainly years later when I worked in Brighton and heard lots of different music in the house and office, so the songs jump around all over the shop.

Echo Beach – Martha and the Muffins

A great “I just need to get through this working week and then I can cut loose and do whatever the hell I want, and if I’m lucky I’ll get to go somewhere I really like” song. In Brighton, Bony worked in the docs library, hidden away in the stacks of files, and every so often his voice would boom out singing, “my job is very boring I’m an office clerk”. I still think of him when I hear this.

if You’re Looking For A Way Out – Odyssey

I love this singer’s voice. She’s very melancholic, in every song there is a line or phrasing that gets to me – even in the happier songs. Not what you expect from disco. I think I love this and “Native New Yorker” equally, but Native New Yorker is just too damned sad. Mind you, the subject of this one isn’t all “life is sparkly and wonderful” either.

Call Me – Blondie

My mum was a great one for a bargain. She found it impossible to walk past a charity shop and we loved the grand unveiling of what was in her Bags Of Magical Treasures when she came home. One of the best days was when she arrived with an ancient Dansette record player and a bag of LPs. In amongst the Mac and Katie Kissoon and other beauties there was a copy of Blondie’s Parallel Lines. I loved that album. The Dansette mysteriously found itself in my room (much to my brother’s disgust) and I would swing the arm of the record player over so that the record would repeat and fall asleep listening to the LP. That started my love affair with Blondie.

Kitchen At Parties – Jona Lewie

Kirsty MacColl! Trying not to laugh.

Three Minute Hero – The Selecter

Pauline Black was such an excellent front woman.

Start – The Jam

Anonymity, anger and connections.

Love Will Tear Us Apart Again – Joy Division

I can’t write anything about this song without sounding like an idiot, so I’ll not write about the song.

The boys in Brighton Introduced me to this song; I still remember the first time I properly heard it. Sitting round an old tinny tape recorder on Brighton Beach, each of the boys saying that the song meant something different and each loving the song for a different reason.

Burn Rubber On Me – The Gap Band

Take yer crappy Oops Upside Your Head dance and stick it. Then go absolutely nuts and dance however the hell you want to this piece of delirious funk.

Geno – Dexy’s Midnight Runners

So angry, such a fantastic voice and storyteller

Antmusic – Adam and the Ants

I love it when Adam Ant turns up on a programme, talking about… Anything really. He’s got such a great way of looking at things and explaining them that you cant help but listen. Plus of course he’s perfect at pop.

Green Onions – Booker T and the MGs

Any excuse to stick a song with a link to Northern Soul in here and I’m going to take it, re-release or not.

Christine – Siouxsie and the Banshees

If you love this song, every time you meet someone called Christine you can’t help but add “The Strawberry Girl” after it. It must get very wearing if you’re called Christine.

Dancing With Myself – Billy Idol

I might have cheated with the version of this. Don’t care. It’s good so I’m allowed.

My Perfect Cousin – The Undertones

My granny had ten kids. That’s a helluva lot of aunties and uncles and therefore cousins. One of them is such a goodie two shoes that this is her nickname. At her mum’s birthday party she was going to be late and phoned me. All of the cousins were sitting at one table, my phone went off and I had set this as her ringtone. We all went for our phones as we had all set her with this as the ringtone. Poor Heth.

Searchin – Change

God, I’m struggling with 1980. I picked this just for the “stop, stop” bit.

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Whip It – Devo

Now this is more like it. Another song that I discovered years later via the boys in Brighton.

Is It Love You’re After – Rose Royce

Tail end of disco, tail end of the playlist. Is it 1981 yet?

Redemption Song – Bob Marley

The Legend album in our school was as ubiquitous as the school uniform.

Hungry Heart – Bruce Springsteen

Since this was all @wkidstepmother’s idea, and it is rumoured that she likes Bruce Springsteen just a little bit, this is for her.

Next up 1981. Tenpole Tudor, Tom Tom Club and The Specials.

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