HOW long it’s been going on precisely, I can’t remember, but it started in the summer and it’s still going strong.
I refer to my relationship with Posh Boots – which has fair transformed my life.
As someone who was single for years, and showed precious little interest in having a relationship, I humbly offer my own experience as a sign of hope.
Because if gorgeous bird like Posh Boots can find something to love in a disgruntled, messy old vagabond like me, then there is hope for everybody.
How the hell did it all go right for me?!
Well, coming to live in New Brighton three-and-a-half years ago – and meeting such a bunch of diamond geezers and geezerbirds here – was the start of my transformation.
There is a king of magic realism in the air in New Brighton which has slowly warmed up my cinder-like heart and made it receptive to human sociability … and to love.
And all that happened as I slid into my 50s. Fantastic.
Before fetching up on the Mersey shore, however, I’d lived and worked, on and off, in London, for some 17 years – though always I felt terribly restless there.
Also, I would periodically fire off for years at a time to live in towns as diverse as Hull, Stirling, Saltash in Cornwall, and Whitstable in Kent.
It was as if I was searching for something; some sort of meaning to life and a sense of ‘home’.
How strange that I should find ‘home’ in New Brighton – a faded seaside resort just 25 miles from my true home town of Wigan.
New Brighton’s a place I used to come to with my late father in the early 1960s; a haven of abiding memory which resonated persistently down the decades of my itinerant existence, as I drifted from crap job to crap job, grabbing small comforts wherever I could.
Well I’m here now. Hopefully for good. Among friends. With Posh Boots. And having the time of my life!
I’ve lost count of how many Hail Mary’s I’ve offered up in thanks for this late flourishing of good fortune in my life.
Posh Boots is absolutely brilliant, whereas me, well, I have a Celt’s natural predisposition to melancholy. But she makes me laugh a lot and feel truly alive.
The lads in the pub will doubtless take the p*ss out of me for saying this, but, honestly, I can’t discern any faults in her at all.
And she has only one weakness, which is the excessive kindness of her heart. That could leave her prone to exploitation – but never by me.
Posh Boots … this one’s for you.
You’ve brought about my day of reckoning.
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Lord Vino du Matin wrote...
Fair warmed the cockles of my heart, dear boy. And as Lady Vino reminds me, one should be grateful that there are those prepared to do charity work with the elderly.
REGAN REPIES: Hmmmphhh!
And the new Lady Vino ... is she VERY wealthy?
Posted by: Lord Vino du Matin | December 6, 2007 11:29 AM