2017 lacked two vital ingredients – Pat Butcher and The Cure. I packed away the leopard print and garish earrings at the end of 2016, opting for a more grown up & acceptable look. Yawn. Pat’s influence has always injected some ballsy dazzle into my day – it just wasn’t the same without her. So, 2018 will see me resurrecting my Pat wardrobe from their vacuum packaged tomb in the loft. I’ll combine it with some sprinkles of Del Boy and Hilary Devey with a gothy Robert Smith glaze. Which brings me nicely on to my next topic.
2017 was sadly devoid of a gig from my favourite band of all time, The Cure. After a superb Wembley gig in December 2016, I have been starved of my regular dose of The Cure performing live. I nearly wet myself when tickets for The Cure’s 40th anniversary gig went on sale – July 7th in Hyde Park (part of the Barclaycard British Summer Time series). I am already counting down to July. Last time I saw The Cure play in Hyde Park was in 2002. I went with my sister Lorna and we drank too much liquor and screamed drunken messages of love to Robert Smith. I don’t think he noticed us. Thankfully.
It already feels like equilibrium has been restored in this new year. The planets are in the right position and I’m ready for adventure.
Judy Garland said, “Always be a first-rate version of yourself and not a second-rate version of someone else”. She forgot to add “unless the someone else is Pat Butcher or Robert Smith”.
Happy New Year to you all. I hope 2018 brings you much happiness and peace.