Knock his voice? He is hitting notes some singers 30 years his junior lost in their haste, if they ever found them at all. As for the set list. His call. He’s not his own tribute act. Singular talent. Massive admiration. #Macca#glastonburyfestival2022
Broke my arm. Seen the same day at A&E. X-Ray and cast. Referred to fracture clinic. Consultant, X-Ray, new cast and follow up appointments. Free at the point of need.
This is our #NHS
This is our inheritance.
This is what makes us a nation.
Britain. Still Great.
#SaveOurNHS
Elsewhere on Twitter a female personality criticising another woman for the perceived crime of looking older than her years.
Cancer treatment aside,
dissing another woman’s face is far worse a look than any wrinkle surely coming our way.
Been called a bloke far more times than I can remember. Papers called up my mum in the 80s & said they were writing up a piece about how I was really a man. It all becomes so Meh after a bit. Don’t waste life spinning over how other people see you. We’re all wankers to someone.
The first single. Yazoo. Only You. 40 today. Happy Birthday, you beauty.
We never made a video for so it’s TOTP. My mum gave me 15 quid for fabric & me mate Debbie sewed it up. Making it up as we went along
Yazoo "Only You" 29th April 1982 youtu.be/w67Uspp_PsQ via @YouTube
Aged 16 I wanted to be a printer like my father, my grand-father and his father before him. I was met with a ‘No. Closed Shop. No women’.
62 this month and I’ve just completed my first degree. Fine Art Printmaking. Born to make a mess and learnt to clean it up. #ItsNeverTooLate
Was asked why I was called Alf.
At 16 I was pretty butch.
A drama teacher, claiming he had misheard my first name & smirking said, in front of the class,
Alf? Did you say Alf? Looked him deadpan in the face & said yes.
Called myself Alf from that day.
Don’t let them own you.
This is going to sound wanky, but does anyone else have massive phone/text/message/mail anxiety? Need to do admin and reply to friends and the heart is predictably pounding. Everyday I promise myself ‘tomorrow’ and still I’m in avoidance. What is that all about?