"My Secret Life"--from the Independent, 7/6/08

[lilly]

www.independent.co.uk/news/people/profiles/my-secret-life--david-morrissey-actor-age-43-841565.html

While the photo cracked me up--as it's yet another in the continuing series of, "CEO and Founder of Someone Stole My Cookie, Ltd."--the Paul Weller allusions made me grin like an idiot, not in the least because apart from the Slumdog Millionaire soundtrack, for the past month my Style Council: Greatest Hits CD has been on pretty much continuous replay. Not enough Americans know what an astounding talent that fellow is (though that dovetails nicely into my own inherent snobbery and incipient reverse xenophobia, mind you).

The, "happy-go-lucky" assertion was interesting, too. Nice to know he might not in fact be a bleak bastard in real life, or at least does not perceive himself to be as such.

[lfcgirl]

That was great! Thanks for posting that Lilly. I also have to say I love his wife's novels too. I actually knew about her before him lol.

[lilly]

Mar 10, 2009 23:32:15 GMT lfcgirl said:

That was great! Thanks for posting that Lilly. I also have to say I love his wife's novels too. I actually knew about her before him lol.

Before I relocated from civilisation to my parents' rural home, I was able to get some of her books from my local library, and must confess to having a bit of an incipient girlcrush at finding out what an incredible eye for nuance and characterisation she has. (Of course, there was also more than a slight amount of uncharitable resentment along the lines of, "Ohmigod, all that and she can write like an angel too?! Not fair, NOT FAIR!!" but I'm sure being born into a famous family had to have brought with it untold stresses most of us could never imagine.)

But in terms of Ms. Freud's husband--and this article specifically--I have to note how much I now eternally owe Morrissey père et fils for the referral to The Mighty Boosh, because in recent weeks while providing round-the-clock care for my mom, I desperately needed a place to escape in my spare moments, and TMB fulfilled that function quite admirably. As I told kitty, it really helped keep me sane to know that I could go to a place where there were talking animals, silly songs and cute rocker boys (yes, my younger self totally woulda had a case on Noel Fielding, but nowadays my tastes are a bit more refined, and quite honestly, I'm just as struck by what a fine purveyor of Voice Porn Julian Barratt is).

Though on an infinitely sadder note, I also have to note that because my mum passed away last week, my heart goes out to Mr. Morrissey for having lost his father at such a young age; even as a so-called adult--well, that's what my birth certificate says, anyway--losing a parent is incomparably devastating, so I can't even begin to contemplate how much my adolescent psyche would have been eviscerated if I had lost her at fifteen.

Now, of course, I can only note how grateful I am to have had as much time with the Momster as I did...along with being immensely thankful that after this I can get up from the compie and go give my dad a big hug.

Hug your 'rentals too, folks, cos we've only got 'em here on loan.

[victoriao]

Lilly, I'm only new here and we haven't spoken yet but can I say how sorry I am about your mom.

[lilly]

Aw, thank you so much, sweetie. I've gotten my dad to start going with me to a bereavement support group because I think it will help both of us (well, maybe him more than me, given what an innately social guy he is--as I've noted to kitty here in the midst of my continued Boosh-izing, while most folks seem to perceive my outward persona as more of a bouncy-happy Noel type, in truth I'm sooo much more of a Julian instead...yep, that's me, the tall, sulky one who'd rather be at home with a book instead).

We had a small "celebration of life" get-together this past weekend, and typical of my family, there was far more laughter than tears. The peeps from hospice--who were absolutely amazing--have told me it takes from one to three months for grief to truly set in, plus given my notoriously slow reaction time, I don't foresee going off autopilot anytime soon.

Again, I'm just grateful for the time I had with her, along with the fact that at least now I can focus attention on my dad--who of course has been rather shorted in that department for quite some time--and of course how lucky I am to have such wonderfully supportive friends, both old and new. *nudge-nudge*

[lilly]

Sept 2, 2009 6:37:45 GMT @lilly said:

while most folks seem to perceive my outward persona as more of a bouncy-happy Noel type, in truth I'm sooo much more of a Julian instead...yep, that's me, the tall, sulky one who'd rather be at home with a book instead)

Then again, given how much I shelled out on Root Boost today, maybe I'm more of a Noel than I care to admit...