Monday, February 26, 2007

Oscar Night

My husband and I both watched the Oscars last night, although we live so far apart that if you rotated the A1 by 90 degrees he would actually be looking down Helen Mirren’s cleavage in Los Angeles. The A1 of course runs north to south and, in actual fact, there are no east-west roads in Yorkshire, which may be a legacy of the wars of the Roses but is probably because if you live in the north, why would you want to visit somewhere else that's equally north. Even though we are so many hours apart, even travelling in my publishers corporate jet, we felt very close last night and I’ll feel even closer when I read his own account on his blog Husband in the South. Unfortunately, Helen Mirren won the best actress award and I had put my money on Jan Ravens from Dead Ringers. I find gambling helps with my drink problem and with my attempts to stop smoking. 'Look Mummy!' Said young Tilly, 'It’s that woman who fixed the brakes on Diana’s car! Can I have some pocket money now I’ve given you something to write on your blog?' I remembered wistfully how I had stopped her pocket money until she said something which was childlike, charming and innocent and yet with an inadvertant hint of adult insight and sophistication that I could quote in my book, I mean on my blog about normal family life in the North, which this is, just like happens in any normal family, which we are. 'Oh, OK', I sighed, relenting. 'Sign this release and have your people call my people.' Of course last night was also the occasion of the less well reported but more widely followed up here Yorkshire Oscars, In which The Queen also did well, picking up the award for best foreign language film, but that story is for another day, and another dollar. Tootle pip, as they say up here!

6 comments:

wife on the forth said...

I know how you feel Rilly darling. My husband left me alone with nine children, three elderly relatives and his tropical fish collection up here in Scotland while he carried on working in Paris, but I know he did it with my own interests at hear

Fife in the north said...

hey, wife in the forth, I think wee might be neighbours. I live alone with 12 children, my parents, grand parents, great grandparents, great great great aunt and some chap in sideburns and a top hat who keeps claiming he built the forth bridge. Why don't we meet for coffee? I'm free between 11.34 and 11.36 on every other wednesday night! Let's have some girl talk!

rife in the north said...

you'll never guess what girls, some blogs are appearing in the north that are written by people who are actually from there! this kind of thing seems to becoming rife lately and must be stopped! how can northerners write blogs? what do they think they know? huh!

fyffes in the north said...

I just moved to the north. does anyone know where you can get bananas or whether they have them in the north?

Yorkshire Pudding said...

No East-West roads in Yorkshire? Ever heard of that little old sheep drovers' track known as the M62? Are you blonde or summat lass? Blonde and from "dahn sarf" - ee by gum tha might as weel be deid!

rilly super said...

oh gosh, you've seen my photo in the dust jacket of my last book haven't you Mr Pudding!