♥ PrettyBoy's And Girls Come Out To Play ♥

Really looking forward to my son's engagement party this Friday.  Out of all the PrettyGals below (and quite a few more not in pictures!) at last he's found Thee One.  He's always been a bit of a player outside his band's heartthrob drummer status, but I've fond memories of his Girls of Yore.....(and some not so fond!)  Now my baby's growing up!  Not in any hurry for grand-babies just yet, but I'll buy a ball of wool in just in case.....................

                                                              Stacey

                                        
                                                             Emma

                                                  Dionne

                                                    Nicola

                                                   Lichelle

                                    
                                          Carlene

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It's nice to know he's at last settling down.  I just hope at the ultimate alter he doesn't do a Ross from Friends and get his women mixed up! 

♥ Love Is In The Heir ♥

I've got this yearly commitment of sending a certain someone a card on 14th February.  No - this lady of latter years won't be buying her hubby a Valentine's Card.  Oh, no!  The card is for another man - our handsome, oldest son -  for it was Valentine's Day that Ross/PrettyBoy came into the world.   It's nuts fighting the queue's of the loved-up & losers with their hearts and roses and stuff just to purchase a burpday card!  But he's
worth it!

And now on the other wuvvy son side!  I was ever so glad to find out that GingerJesus/Adam is back in regular touch with HIS first love.    I know you shouldn't judge, pick, or comment on your offsprings' choice in gf/partners, but welcome them as best you can and be there to pick up the emotional pieces if it goes wrong.   But I was soooo excited to learn that he and Tierney - who met each other at a cute 15 - had gone for a meal one night,  then stopped over the next.  Old flames reignited!   They drifted apart after a while due to education, work and family commitments.  But life's more settled for them now.  I love this girl to bits and know they couldn't be better suited. Bubbly, sweet, funny, hard working, pretty and kind are but a few of her qualities.   Don't get me wrong - I've welcomed any other date or two he's brought back but I'm so hoping love truly is in the future air again for them!

Ending now, on a bit of a puzzler.  On passing a charity shop today, in the window besides hearts, roses, confetti and stuff, were two large-framed pictures with a real bride and groom posing sweetly.    The era for the snap, judging by the style, looked like an 80's or early 90's happy couple and they certainly didn't tick the pearly boxes a picture-perfect appearance snap a studio would use!   Now, I'm not always the sharpest pencil in the box but it had me wondering as to what was actually on sale here and why.   Was it to draw attention to the rather majestic frames surrounding the photo?   Maybe reject items of an in-law who'd at last got her baby back?   Recovered from a skip?   And what was the 'today' story of the smiley couple.   I know when my first marriage went tits up, most of the wedding snaps were cursed, torn, binned or darted at.   I almost went into the shop out of mere interest.  Aha!  Maybe that's the lure-you-in strategy bit?   Whatever the reason I still felt it a bit strange, and sensed a kind of sadness about it.

Whatever your romantic notion may be, have a Happy Valentines Day.   And to some, just have a Happy Friday.   I know I'll be giving a graphic account of how, 25 years ago, a certain young fop caused me great pain, near splitting me in two, and turned me into a sweating, panting, growling, abusive demon for 10 hours!   Before or after he blows out the candles....? We'll see! 

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Vulgar Saucy Cannon & Co

I just want to give Mrs. Kezley (me)'s  boys a huge GOOD LUCK wish for their upcoming single due to be released  into the Scottish charts in a few weeks.  The record company (titled) have chosen  Now You Feel  - the song that the Daily Record viewed as a potential hit single - for recording after hearing it live at King Tuts.

Today, Ross, Ross and Scott arrived at the studio for the first stage of recording before Paul and the final Ross join the tedious temperaments of the next stages later on this week.

The guys have made a brilliant job of sweeping across the central belt but it's in Edinburgh, however, where they've played fewer gigs, that the main promotion of the single will start.  Bus stops, halls, business premises etc, will be hosting posters as internet and radio do their funky stuff !  It'll appear in the old sidebar and blog one day. It's only fair that someday you should feel it too!
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♥ No Way! Valentine's Day? ♥

I'd like to say a huge  HAPPY BIRTHDAY  to my handsome son, Ross (PrettyBoy!) who turns 24 today! He was the best Valentine's Day pressie I could have asked for. And I didn't even need to unwrap him!  You've broke a few hearts over the years, sonny boy, but you've filled mine with love and pride.  Big cudds......Mumma Mayhem........♥

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The Kerry Wives And Windsor

On Sunday, I'll be traveling down to London on the overnight coach. Now all the biopsies are over with, I'm off to spend much needed time and cuggles with my gorgeous, kindhearted, baby girl.  My oldest son, PrettyBoy, is accompanying me this time, but he'll return home a few days before I will. My daughter, Kerri, booked us the tickets for the journey (with National Express) and it was a simple case of printing them off via email.  On my son's ticket she referred to him as * 'Dr. R. Kerry'  and on mine 'Rev. H. Kerry'.* I can't wait to see the driver's face when he's presented with them!  Add this teensy kinda thing as a starter for 10 and you got yourself  some trouble-making, wine-nutted, shameless females, all on their own brand of HRT let loose on the streets of London! Gercha!  Thankfully, for PrettyBoy, Kerri's hubby James is off work, too!  I will also be spending time with my twin sis who resides in Buckinghamshire also.

My baba wants to take us to Windsor. Of all the many visits down south, we've planned but never made it there.   All that Beefeater and raven's stuff fascinates me. My biggest wish is to spend some time in Camden again. I love the gritty music and clothes shops, and the wheens of red buses and weird-savvy people that tread the street - oh, and to have my camera on the proper setting to recapture Banksy's signature on the Thames' tunnel, instead of the crap I botched up last year!

Of course, I am not going back without a purchase from the most famous department store there is!  Might need a miracle to afford what I'd really like, but since my newfound vocation in life, I simply pray I'll be able to fit it in:

   †    Our Father, who art in Heaven - Harrods be thy name   †

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 * in case there is a bit confusion title-wise, my daughter's Christian name is the same as my 2nd time round married name!

Hotel Windia........!

It giveths me great pleasure to announce that my older son's (PrettyBoy)'s band Hotel India have been nominated for a Scottish New Music Award in the Alternate/Indie category.

It was a bit of a shock for the guys at first as there was the mystery as to who actually entered them to begin with.   But their recent EP (sent out to various record companies) delighted the ears of a certain someone in the industry and next thing they knew they were finalists!  It is a public voting system that determines the winners so fingers crossed.  Hotel India are simply delighted to be associated with the competition whatever the outcome.

The strength of the position came after the release of their latest video Black Eyes which has received the highest amount of both recorded and live acclaim.  This comes from a band that more than pays its dues to its residents (fans!) and has bucket-loads more creativity to give.   They now also have accepted the offer from  20 Rocks'  owner and music associate to become their manager.   They kick off this Friday with a gig at the venue!   It should be more than enough to cheer us up from this constant jet stream!  You'd be pushed to dampen a resident's spirits anyhow!
 
 I will start needling you all for votes in a future post but for now, I leave you with a picture of Scott, the band's cheeky-chappie bassist, holding, proudly, the finalist certificate!
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The Death Of Casino............

*Magpie's (kinda) on my other blog for now.......*

The Death Of Casino........

Before the odd one or two get up off their swivel chair in sheer elation, it's not really the end of the band. Just the name. The guys have had to come up with another title. Search engines and general enquiries for the band have often been bypassed as today's gambling mad society automatically presumes that you're some sort of bookie fodder looking to waste away another week's wages in no time at all. Try googling Casino for yourself. It's mince.

The guys just played a recent wonder-gig at Leith Theatre to around 400 top nobs who are quite happy to see them back. Their Saturday gig in 20 Rocks was bloody phemi famonima phemomi  magic! Black Eye played stompingly good and 'new tune' has a fabulous little keys-up accompaniment to it. Gets to your heart, that does. 

So what's the new name of the band.......? The guys have decided on *Hotel India*. Obviously, it'll take time to get used to and a lot of editing on their videos and things but I hope it catches on. Only problem is googling that name. Until the guys are recognised with it, it's gonna give you hotels all over blummin' India. But their boss has a passion/obsession for India and he wants to give it a go but.........well, it's like calling that cuddly teddy you've loved and cherished for years by another name at night. Wrong 'til it feels right, I suppose! But before I go.....here's what happened on Saturday night - I'll change fonts.....*ahem*
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Hotel India's sound checking was running a good bit late and the doorman/promo git said to me when I got my ticket out:

"Would you mind going back downstairs  'til the bands are ready, please?"

Ross (PrettyBoy) comes over and says:

"She's ma maw"

Git replied:

"Oh? Just through there then, madam....."

Sweet as! Ah, the perks of the getting-there famous!

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I'm leaving a rather crappy (recording) of the guys' new song (that I've dubbed 'Inbetween' for now) on my other ABDTS blog. I will add lyrics. Catchy little bugger........!

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ps......if anyone is wondering about the new profile pic it's to support the charity Movember........!
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PrettyBoy and the Promotion and Stuff......

Not much has been happening on the home front. I'm still waiting for those hooks to be fitted at the end of the hall but the weekend coat pile panic is turning into a rather amusing sport. The one who finds their jacket first or really crushed, wins. Well, apart from me as I have to iron the bloody things but hey.........
    PrettyBoy has been put forward for a promotion at work. His portering post at the new local hospital has found him being rather nifty with the new robots there. Not only did he work out himself how to overide complications on it, but he programmes it to speak before it takes off. Profanities, of course have been kept strictly for basement duties - where all his mates work. Serco now don't need to call and wait for a geezer for hours to 'fix' these bloody monstrosities as he does that all by his 'ikkle self. Of course, the lack of placentas to waste disposal of a weekend gives him the time to muck about and fiddle with technology costing millions (I kid you not!) so he has the pregnant ladies of Central Scotland to thank for keeping their legs crossed till the Monday, too! Anyhow, Ross's bosses have recommended him for a Band 2 position - properly - which gives him the pay rise he deserves if the Serco 'main man' agrees. My chances of getting any dig money are on the up.......!
      NorseGod goes back to school tomorrow. Not 'cause he's fick, but to receive an award for St.Mungo's School's trophy cabinet. His band No Need For Idols (feel free to google them) won the regional Battle Of The Bands. All band members have left school now officially, but are to return for the ceremony.  Adam has a face like fizz (with fuzz) on him as he is a bit older than his band mates - by a WHOLE year ffs - and hasn't stepped on a school stage for two years, apart to perform, for this sort of thing. What he really means is, there's no bar there and soda just doesn't hit the thrapple any more! As his Grampa would have put it.....'a dry bar's a right scunner!'  Buuuuuut......his band have a new EP and gig to promote next month so the sky's the limit. Well, maybe he'll bash his head a bit. Exciting. Of course, I'll be there, elbowing all the teenagers in the mush to get to the front. I know all the bloody words to the new songs. Band member mum privileges, you see.
      I'm not doing much apart from a bit decorating and shouting and hiding and stuff. Nothing new there. So, I'll pop off for now and hit my bloglist a bit more. Laters.........

                                     
                      AND THOSE JOB-SWIPING ROBOTS
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Up Your Placentas.......!

Today PrettyBoy flopped on to the settee after work (at the new hospital) and let out a huge sigh.


     "You'll never believe what I had to take to Waste Management today?"

Going over the most obvious of innards, we were still none the wiser, so I asked for a clue.

      "Maternity"
      "A bucket of babies?" I quipped, as I now knew the answer. Placentas.
      "Mum - it was disgusting. I had a peek and the smell was gross. I'll never huff at a mortuary delivery ever again!"

I did try to convince him that there are woman, husbands even, that bring it home with the baby and cook and eat it. A symbol of good health and fortune type thingy. However, this picture and blog I come across had slightly different plans for it. 

They took the placenta home, froze it until the better weather appeared and used it to fertilise the ground for their new frangipani tree. With all the richness and nutrition that accompanies these vital-for-baby organs, I'm quite touched at this picture. This is life being aided for the second time now.

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Churches and Plans and Organised Bans.

What a predicament. November is the only chance now that I have to fit in the CLIC Sargent gig. I've had more egg on my face this year than chocolate. Three times I've had to cancel. Twice through teenagers' troubles and a third on personal choice. It has given me the time to come up with a few ideas on how to raise more dosh. And I've come up with this one.........

As my son (PrettyBoy) is the most handsome thing this side of the universe, he is to act as chief fund raiser in a 'pound a snog' scenario. He will be, in between drumming in every band that night apart from The Signals, through in the pool room filling up a charity tin while swapping saliva with the feeble and the willing. It will also partly make up for the amount of dig money he forgets to hand over. Well, it is for charity! Any body wearing Status Quo tee shirts will also be banned from the pool room - or any room for that matter and no covers will be tolerated either. I don't mean cushion covers as anything remotely Quo is on par with pensioners past times, washables and matter of utter priority. I mean from band members. This is being made decisively clear!

This December I will be heading south for my great niece's baptism. Little Kelsey, mentioned in my deleted archives, is to get the full works. I've never had any of mine Christened and I'm looking forward to it. Churches have only seen my presence at school activities, and the odd jumble sale and of course, weddings. I might even be tempted to renew my wedding vows. Actually, I've caught my husband on numerous occasions watching our wedding video, bless him. In reverse. He particularly likes the bit where I give him back the ring, he dashes down the aisle, gets into the car and fucks off. How else do you account for the tears in his eyes at the time?

Till later then, folks......