What To Do…

What to do about this blog? Haven’t had much to say here this past month. It was all about the time in Oz with the family and friends.

Now I am back home though, I am starting to think about what I can do with this blog.

I guess soon enough it’ll be busy again, reporting on rehearsals and then the tour will be kicking off before we know it. I mean… Stavanger must only be six weeks away now. Yikes! (A quick double check and yep, just over six weeks away from today.)

Geez it would be good to have some interviews again, like last year. Jaine and Bruce were great interviews.

Some things have happened while I’ve been away too that I haven’t really reported on. The sad loss of Tony Donald over New Year being one.

There was such loss in 2019, esp. in the final few months. On a personal level too, of course. Hence my journey home. As the days pass on, the more I miss mum. The same thing happened with David. There is no closure. Just a void. This feeling of emptiness that is different to the loss when it happens to you when you’re around to experience it.

I said goodbye to mum in a video. And it took my niece, Madeline, to make me think of doing it. And it felt really weird and just… . I didn’t want to say goodbye like that! I didn’t want to let her know it was goodbye. I couldn’t bring myself to say “goodbye, mum”… even though I knew she was in her final hours of life.

The only comfort I take from it all is knowing she would have felt it as a sweet relief.

She drifted away quietly. My sister, Cheryl, and my brother, Quince, were with her when she slipped away. Cheryl told me that Quince was holding her hand and was unaware she had even passed.

But, enough of that. My grief has nothing to do with this blog in all honesty. I don’t want it to.

I still just want this to be a great blog. Even if sometimes it’s all on a personal level. It is meant to be a Simple Minds blog – with that “heavy dose of Jim Kerr” warning label attached. Lol.

So… I’m open to ideas. Any are welcome.

I wish I could share Virginia prints. But she’d string me up if I share too many! And that I understand. Those amazing photographs of hers are the only income source she has and I do all in my power to try and help her along with that. She’s become a really good friend and I would never betray a trust.

Anyway. Enough of my waffle. I’ll knuckle down and think of something. Take this blog kicking and screaming into 2020 somehow!

New Year In Melbourne

With now just one week left to go here in Australia, time and the opportunities of spending time with them – friends (as well as the money required for destinations to travel to/back from) – are precious.

I was really hoping I could get to visit friends in Melbourne and Adelaide whilst here. Sadly I had to forego the Adelaide trip early on as fares weren’t as affordable as I was hoping… just that time of year, you know? And even Melbourne wasn’t looking great, but after days of trying to work out a time to fit it in, I booked a flight to Melbourne to go down on New Year’s Eve and return the following day on New Year’s Day.

Ally met me at Avalon Airport. We hugged for the longest time. We drove in towards the city centre and stopped for coffee along the way to her home. And cake…

I met two little tubby tornadoes in the form of the pet bulldogs.

Ally soon had me labelled ‘the dog whisperer’. Lol

New Year’s Eve was low key and quiet. I drove Ally and her husband, Steve, nuts with my endless squeals of delight as the trams went by as we made our way to a vegan restaurant in Fitzroy for our evening meal.

Mushroom ‘squid’, spicy tofu bao buns and vegetable gyoza on the menu for starters and a katsu (which really didn’t resemble a katsu much to me) for main.

A stop off at a local pub on the way back – I had a beautiful tasting Four Pillars g&t – and we were back home about 9pm.

We talked and watched some SM. We brought in the New Year watching Jim and having a wee dram (an actual drambuie) at midnight.

A relaxing start to the morning on New Year’s day. Coffee and breakfast in bed.

A trip to the city centre, a stroll along the banks of the Yarra, lunch, a short tram ride and then it was time to get to Avalon for the flight back to Sydney.

A very fleeting visit – just on 30 hours and it was over. But it was worth it for that precious time with my beautiful friend.

Ally – I love you to the moon and back!

Happy New Year to all who read this silly old fan blog. Thank you x