Right, so I caught a bit of that Beatles documentary Get Back and I have FEELINGS on the matter. Confusing, sometimes sexual feelings. Mostly about Paul McCartney. Which is very weird because, for me, Paul McCartney has always fallen into the same category as Bono and Russell Crowe – that is, the Men Who Make Me Involuntarily Cringe category.
Look, don’t judge me for not loving Sir Paul, okay. I get that he’s a creative genius, etc etc. But I grew up in the 1980s, We All Stand Together era of Paul McCartney. All I really knew about him was that his wife made very nice vegetarian sausages and he did that frog song. I guess I knew he was a megastar Beatle, deep down, but my brain could never reconcile that fact with the Paul McCartney I saw.
But there he is in the documentary, with his lustrous hair and beard, tinkering away on his guitar and coming up with Get Back in real time. And I found myself thinking, Wait, is Paul McCartney HOT? What is HAPPENING to me right now? At one point he turns up in a waistcoat and white t-shirt and I almost had to leave the room.
So that happened. I’m still processing it, to be honest.
Is this the start of a whole new phase in my life, where I turn my long-held beliefs on their head and go in surprising new directions? Will I learn to love the movie Gladiator? Will I decide that U2 are not boring dad rockers after all? Only time will tell.
Also, we’ve finally nailed sourdough. We decided to go back to square one and make a new starter – a traditional wet starter, not the dry starter I was experimenting with – and that solved the problem. Now we’re getting decent bread every time. Which is a relief because I was starting to think sourdough was my nemesis, and a girl can only have so many nemeses in her life.
That’s about all I’ve got for you this week. We did have a very Bulgarian booster vaccine experience which I’ll tell you about next time. (Anyone else got their booster yet? Did you have any trouble getting it?) Otherwise, I’ve just been tramping about in the snow, trying to get Sexy (Confusing) Paul out of my head, and stopping next door’s cat from moving in.
Ha! This made me laugh, I had the same feelings about Paul McCartney … who knew?!
Also, we had the booster in Plovdiv with no problems at all, so I look forward to hearing about your Bulgarian experience.
That’s funny. I’m glad I’m not alone in my 1980s Paul-related feelings. I wonder if Get Back will change a lot of minds among children of the 80s/90s…
I saw the Beatles live in Northampton in 1963.
To be honest, my main memory of that night was the noise – the screaming nearly deafened me !
Wow, that’s quite an experience. I don’t think I could have coped (with the screaming, that is)!
My mum warned me about dating men with beards ” they’ve got something to hide”. My husband has a beard to rival ZZ Top and hes all mine.
My / our eventual move to Bulgaria is on hold as I need another knee replacement operation, as soon as I get a date for that I’ll return for a couple of weeks to start getting things in order I.e. knock down the animal sheds, keep the bricks for raised beds, buy more wood burner pipes to enable me to move the downstairs burner to a better position.
I’m partial to a good beard! 😉
Sorry to hear about the knee, and I hope you don’t have to wait long for the op. But at least you’ve got some small Bulgaria jobs to get on with in the meantime. It’s very satisfying getting small jobs done, even when the rest of the house feels like a building site. (We’ve been there!)