Hey Breeps!
Don’t forget Mothering Sunday is tomorrow! This actually got me thinking how so many of us move to Los Angeles alone and perhaps, if we are lucky, get to see our mothers once a year. Being a bit of a statistician, I realized that I don’t really have an awful lot of time left on earth with her. Not to be a Debbie Downer, but let’s say (for example) my mum is 68. The average life span of a British woman is 82.8 years, just increased by a year, according to a recent report in The Express newspaper (by the way life expectancy for a man has grown too, to 78.8 years). So my Mum comes to visit me once a year for a week. It takes her two days to get over jet lag. Which gives me, speculatively around five days a year with her. – 5 days per 15 average years = 75 days. – Depressing, isn’t it?
The whole point is to highlight that every day counts and we shouldn’t take our mums or anyone we love for that matter, for granted. For me, every day with her counts. So many of my friends have already lost their mothers and my heart breaks for them. Mine is still here and I’m grateful for her and appreciate all the time together we have. She is kind, patient, loving and generous and a lot of fun to be around. She likes her wine (She’s British, it goes hand in hand). So take a little time when filling out those cards or sending flowers, to really put into words what your Mum means to you. I love ya Mum. And don’t worry I’m not counting the days!
One of our most popular posts on Facebook this week was about B.O. (Body Odor) and how best to approach a person who suffers from this pungent problem. There were quite a lot of suggestions on our Facebook group, from the old standby about taking the offender aside and having a quiet word, to giving them a LYNX gift set in the hopes they might use it. (Gas masks for everyone else?) But in all honesty I feel that in this day and age we should be able to take care of our personal hygiene a little bit better, especially if going out in public. And especially in LA. Now I don’t mean to be mean, superficial and judgmental, but I feel we owe it to society to be clean and conscientious; washing hands after using the bathroom has become the norm (I hope) and hand sanitizer is readily available, – there are even wipes in Trader Joes to clean the handles on the shopping trolleys. Now don’t get me wrong, I’ve been stinky, usually after a work out with JC MAC, a hike up Runyon canyon, or a hot yoga session, but I can usually always smell myself and will apologize if I meet a friend casually after said activity. But there are those that truly are unaware. Do you think they have lost all sense of smell? Do you think they know and secretly take pleasure in other people’s misery? Perhaps an ex-lover was turned on by ten-day-old funk. Whatever the excuse…. in the words of that great British band The Police – “Don’t stand so close to me.”
Moving swiftly on….We have some great things in the pipeline, including BINGO in April, Our World Cup event and a Posh Summer Ball – All will be revealed in the coming months, but, in the meantime enjoy the changing of the season, and if you smell wafts of “Insincerity” by Calvin Kleen (sic) in West Hollywood – It’s me!!!!!
Cheers
Craig
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