I had to ask. Anyway…my passport is ready. And the money will soon follow…
My passport photo STILL sucks! Lol. Can we see supermodel passport photos? I mean, if even Kate Moss or Naomi Campbell’s passport photos look shit then I won’t feel so bad. I mean…geez I know I’m no stunner and I’ve got only slightly less blubber than a minke dolphin – but I can scrub up okay if I make an effort (or get a TV make up artist to do me up)…so why ARE passport photos so shit?!
If anyone is willing to say I look 35 (or younger!) in my passport photo than 48, you’re on my Christmas card list. Lol
A fantastic opportunity…but I do wonder whether Liam is any relation to Lily Warring? The little cynic in me says “Yeah, because you just…contact the band and they say ‘yeah, sure’, just like that!” These things NEVER happen!
You’d NEVER get the lead singer (and head diva) of a band doing stuff like that…not with a total stranger. I mean, it would be like, say, I take up art and start doing these pieces and show said singer/diva (or at least kid myself at the time it was the singer/diva seeng them) and he shows an interest in them.
Yes! I freely admit…I am envious (I am almost black the shade of green is that dark)…esp. as if I think back to February, it reminds me of New Zealand and Wall Of Love. All those hopes and dreams got reignited.
But, anyway. This is Liam’s thing. And he won an award for this, so it’s awesome for him. I hope it’ll be the start of something wonderful for him. God knows some of us could do with that kick through the door, initially.
I’ve linked to the clip here, I haven’t even been able to watch it myself, yet. Bloody YouTube and its thing in which it doesn’t add the required elements for a clip to be played back on mobile devices. Pisses me off. Thanks YT!
Listen to him! Damn flirt! Lol. “Of course, it’s Valentine’s. And you know what that means?”
I replied out loud saying “No?” Lol. And then my mind wanders to many and varying things it shouldn’t. Goddammn, boy! I’ll be playing that bit of the clip over and over in my head now…dreaming of being remotely confident enough to EVER flirt back with him, to his face…if I ever met him…if I ever allow myself to get anywhere near him. If I could trust myself not to be a complete gibbering idiot and nervous wreck. If I could borrow just a smattering of Ms Hynde’s “ice cool” nonchalance and add a dash of “sass”.
But I’m me. Catherine’s two occasions of meeting me will bear testament to how I am. Nervous wreck. Socially inept. And that is with someone I admire but not place on a towering pedestal, worship like a god and wants to keel over and die at the mere notion of him making eye contact with me. Lol
It isn’t fame. It isn’t. I was SSOO like this with my first boyfriend…I say “boyfriend” – more boy “friend with benefit” – much more his “benefit” than mine. He was my neighbours brother. I asked her for his number. I would try and call him. I’d go to dial about 10 times…thinking my heart was going to give out. And when I’d finally have the courage to let the phone ring, and ask for him…I wouldn’t know what to say! I’d ask him over to mine…cos that’s what I thought I should do. He’d say no. Say he was busy or whatever. He was ssssooo not interested!
Two years! Two years it took. (This two years being – not us going on a date. That was never going to happen.) How it finally happened…I don’t know. He obviously couldn’t get any anywhere else. Lol. He’d been at his brother’s wedding that day. What? There were no takers there? Poor little old me. Offered it up to him on a plate. I worshipped him. And blinded by that, I overlooked what I knew in reality it was. And it still hurts some (almost) 30 years later. It hurts…but I don’t blame him. Of course he was going to take it.
Oh, but I digress wildly and share too much (again).
Just…I hope by May…if I actually do want to have the remotest chance of meeting this man, I grow some balls. Lol. METAPHORIC balls. Not ACTUAL ones! Lol
I don’t know what I’m saying anymore. Lol. Enjoy the clip…
I never expected this to ever happen again. I don’t do it to get a nod, in all honesty, I don’t. I do them just because I love making them. It is the prime motivation for them. Just the joy of being creative and making something visually stunning (and HOW the subject matter helps!).
A nod is always just the icing on the cake…and the cherry on top! A confirmation that, yes! Maybe I am just ever so slightly good at something.
If the man (and his words) that is at the focal point of these things likes them…it is all I ever need. No money in the world can buy that.
It makes me feel richer than I ever could be trying to make money from my art.
Thank you so much most wonderful, kind Sir. Happy Valentine’s Day to you too, you beautiful thing! ❤️