When I grow up I want to be an old woman. True. Stylish and gentle, but with an edge. Wouldn’t that be great? People would think of me warmly “She’s a fine lump of a woman”. I’m not much of a baker/ knitter /crocheter, so hopefully I’ll have developed other skills that are oldladylike.
Until that happens, I’ll continue to spend the end of the year watching a long and varied music programme, Hootenanny. This year we saw Emeli, Paloma and Lianne– powerful singers, all- Bobby Womack and Adam Ant (not such a good idea).
There was the “Oh, I haven’t sung this in years” moment with the Dubliners.
There was a “Who is this child? Why am I liking his singing?” moment with Jake Bugg
And then there was an 80 year old woman, with an astonishing voice reminding us of why she was such a star, why she has sold so many records. I’m going to be Petula Clark when I grow up.
She’s eighty, people. I can but hope.