happy birthday, John

it’s 1.35 am. i can’t sleep.

when i have trouble sleeping i always seem to do one of three things; listen to music, watch friends or write. tonight i am combining two of those. music and writing.

i am currently listening to a mix of The Beatles and John Lennon’s solo work – in case you didn’t know today would have been John’s 77th birthday.


for those of you that know me, you’ll know The Beatles are my favourite band, John is was my favourite member. to this day he is my favourite musician/artist/lyricist in the history of the world. to some it is an obvious choice, to others a cliché. to me it is the only choice. laugh if you will. i don’t care.

the best compliment i ever received (or one of them) was from my mum. having read a John biography she concluded that john and i were very similar in personality. she has since repeated that to me, and it still makes me happy to hear.

my love affair with The Beatles began when i was around 10 years old. my mum, a lifelong Beatles fan, insisted on watching a movie called ‘Help’ on the telly one Sunday afternoon. i can’t remember my response to being told this is what we were watching but i remember my reaction when it finished. i was intrigued. this was before the age of smart phones and wi-fi so i couldn’t just hop online and listen to their back catalogue and find out about the band, i remember asking my mum about them, i’d heard their songs my whole life but never really paid that much attention to them, until now. i remember my singing along to their songs in assembly (Nowhere man was a fave of our music teacher, so was Ob-la-di Ob-la-da) with way more enthusiasm.

the older i got the more my taste in music (and men) varied but i always came back to John and The Beatles.

my 21st birthday was not spent in some generic nightclub getting wasted, (not that there is anything wrong with that), it was spent wandering the streets of Liverpool, stomping the same pavements that John once had. we visited the Cavern, we strolled around the Albert Dock, we visited Penny Lane, saw the house George was born in, the registry office that John and Cynthia got married in. i remember being on a tour (so wonderfully titled “magical mystery tour”) and the tour guide/host was firing questions at everyone. who got most of them correct? who was the youngest fan on the bus? me and ME. the tour guide actually turned to  me at one point and said “it should really be you stood here doing this job” day=made.

i couldn’t pin point what it is exactly about John and his music that i love. it’s really a load of little things. there was an honesty to his music that i adore, a vulnerability. he was, in my opinion, very comical but also had a depth to him that was evident in his music and his mind. i admire how he handled his unconventional upbringing, and the tragedy that came to him early in life. he wanted to bring people together. he was wise – i mean, sure, we can’t assume that all these quotes attributed to him are ALL really his, but there’s no smoke without fire, right?

his mind

Some of my favourite John thoughts –

“The basic thing nobody asks is why do people take drugs of any sort? Why do we have these accessories to normal living to live? I mean, is there something wrong with society that’s making us so pressurized, that we cannot live without guarding ourselves against it”
“We all have Hitler in us, but we also have love and peace. So why not give peace a chance for once?”
“We’ve got this gift of love, but love is like a precious plant…. You’ve got to keep watering it. You’ve got to really look after it and nurture it.”
“I believe in God, but not as one thing, not as an old man in the sky. I believe that what people call God is something in all of us. I believe that what Jesus and Mohammed and Buddha and all the rest said was right. It’s just that the translations have gone wrong”
“I’m not going to change the way I look or the way I feel to conform to anything. I’ve always been a freak. So I’ve been a freak all my life and I have to live with that, you know. I’m one of those people”

i could go on but i won’t. you can read more of his musings on brainy quote or a similar website.

his music

some of my best, and worst, moments are tied to his music. my 25th birthday, driving along the Almalfi Coast in the beautiful Italian sunshine our driver had John’s “(Just like) Starting Over playing. whilst it’s widely accepted that ‘Crippled Inside’ is about everybody’s hypocrisy, for me i use it to laugh at myself when my mental demons are loud and winning, much like they are now; but that’s another post for another day. there are also songs that i hope to attach to memories in the future – one day i hope to have ‘In My Life’ played at my wedding, i hope to sing ‘Beautiful Boy’ to my son.






it is also the birthday of the person John wrote that song about – his son Sean (who is a TREAT for the eyes).

Happy Birthday, Sean.

Happy Birthday, John.

and thank you.



#tb to when I went to NYC with a blanket around my neck and my favourite place in the city was empty except for me, my mum and a busker singing my favourite John songs.

The TayTay Wedding

In case you missed my posts on social media I have just returned from a fabulous few days down on the farm in Kings Lynn. The delightful Amy Jayne Nelson married the delightful Peter James Taylor…oops I mean James Peter Taylor to become the new Mrs. TayTay and I was lucky enough to be apart of their special day.

There were 6 bridesmaids and 6 groomsmen. The bridesmaids, or bridesbabes as we nicknamed ourselves; Emma (Amy’s big sister), Sammy, Nat and Alice (Amy’s friends from school) and Byng and I (who Amy met at uni).

Not only did Ams ask me to be part of her wedding – but also her and Mr. TayTay asked me to write something to be read during the ceremony. Now, I must confess, when I was asked to write something I was under the impression that someone else would be reading it so I was like yes, of course! Whilst drafting it out I sent the first little bit to Amy for her and James to look at because I wanted to make sure that it was along the lines of what they were looking for before I carried on. The readings are an important part of the ceremony, they break it all up and you want them to sentimental but also interesting – I mean no one likes pure cheese do they? You don’t want to be sick in your mouth during the ceremony! So I was both delighted and a little bit sick when a message came saying ‘yes we love it, please can you read it too?’

My immediate reaction was ‘hmmm about that…’ It was fine when someone else was reading it but now I had to I was pooping my pants! Of course I said yes though, it was lovely to be asked (and trusted) to do this – especially when I found out that I would be, essentially ‘opening’ for want of a better word, the entire ceremony. The registrar would do her H+S/turn off phones bit and then I would speak before dashing out to walk in with the rest of the girldem. But, as Amy said, I write how I talk so it wouldn’t sound right coming from anyone else.

I am not one of those girls who have ever thought about getting married or thought about what she’d want her wedding to be like. Until recently I thought that I wouldn’t want to get married. I have since realised that I would like the marriage, just not the wedding. Too much hassle for me, I’d rather elope and then come back and a have a big party. So much thought went into The Taylor’s day. From the pictures of them growing up along the ivy draped windowsills, to the world’s coolest place settings, everything was perfect. It was amazing to see their vision come together within a matter of hours on Friday.

Friday night the majority of the bridesmaids stayed at Amy’s (the guys were kicked out) and we had pizza, talked, laughed, painted nails, swapped surprises, had a pillow fight (just kidding) and enjoyed the fine specimen that is Tom Hardy in the movie Legend; because clearly a movie about the Kray Twins is essential pre-wedding viewing.

I was woken Saturday morning by the gorgeous Fudge (Amy’s dog) licking my face, and it was go go go. The day went so quickly, we were getting hair and make up done, the photographer arrived (he was a complete G), we got dressed, we got to the venue… before we knew it we were watching Amy and James exchanging vows, then stuffing our faces on canapés, having photos taken, eating a delicious dinner, abusing the sweetie cart and the free bar, watching the first dance before joining them on the dance floor to throw some serious shapes. It was a magical day. I haven’t had so much fun for a while.

Some people are very skeptical of love; I can be one of them. I may enjoy Disney movies and any love story with a happy ending, but I know that reality isn’t like that. However, being around Amy and James it is hard to be skeptical about it and the idea of there being someone for everyone. Their love for each other is overwhelming and you just need to see them together for 5 minutes to see how much they completely adore and compliment one another.

I had such an amazing weekend and I am so thankful and pleased that the happy couple decided to include me in their celebrations as they enter married life together. I am also so thankful to them for bringing my fellow bridesbabes into my life – I do believe I made some new friends. They are all beautiful girls, both inside and out.

Two years in the making and now the wedding is over and married life begins.

Thank you for giving me memories that will last a lifetime Amy and James.

Here’s to you!



Below is a copy of my reading and some pics from the wedding. Enjoy!


My speech/reading.




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Scrubs up alright, don’t she ; )


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My treats from the wedding. My bouquet, a tub of sweets and half a bottle of tequila. Shot anyone?

And lastly…

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The new Mr and Mrs Taylor.