New York, New York

Start spreadin' the news, I'm leavin' today
I want to be a part of it, New York, New York
These vagabond shoes are longing to stray
Right through the very heart of it, New York, New York

I wanna wake up in a city that doesn't sleep
And find I'm king of the hill, top of the heap

These little town blues are melting away
I'll make a brand new start of it, in old New York
If I can make it there, I'll make it anywhere
It's up to you, New York, New York

I want to wake up in a city that never sleeps
And find I'm A-number-one, top of the list,
King of the hill, A-number-one

These little town blues are melting away
I'm gonna make a brand new start of it in old New York
A-a-a-nd if I can make it there, I'm gonna make it anywhere

It's up to you, New York, New York.

Sigh. That's right Frank. What place could be better...

Sweet Sherman

Gordon Ramsay. Raymond Blanc. Jamie Oliver. Nothing, I tell you, nothing compares to the creative genius of this little beauty...


Seeing as I have now left my current tank girl position (for another, slightly more upwardly mobile one), I was presented with this awe-inspiring creation to send me on my way. Made, by hand, by my dear friend Ruth. Along with more kind words and gifts than any person should be allowed to receive.
To say I was speechless was an under-statement. To say I was possibly more touched that day than perhaps any other, is also not an under-statement. I think there are two other times which match it. A car, a necklace and a great friend, one. When my father told me I had never disappointed him, the other.
Moments such as this should, and will, always be treasured. I don't think you need many. Just a small number of very special moments, with very special people, who show you that they care. It need not be a grand gesture. No thousand red roses or firework display. Just the right words or the right smile. There's no truer gift than that.

Heavenly Hair

Sometimes there's nothing like that just stepped out of a salon feeling. I imagine it's much like that fit girl giving you the 'look' for blokes. It's that walking down the street knowing that your hair just looks, well, rather fab. Whether you do or not is irrelevant. It's all about the hair. I think it might even be up there with very good sex... Ooh matron.
Call me shallow. Call me a girl (occasionally I am) - but when you're feeling low and the whole world seems against you, a new haircut really does take the edge off. Sigh. If only I could afford it more often. That and the ten million other things, naturally...