YOU, M.E & STILL BACK BEFORE ELVIS (From Watford Observer)

YOU, M.E & STILL BACK BEFORE ELVIS

10:04pm Thursday 9th September 2010

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By Stacy Hart »

Yep, today is my last blog………and now the end is near and so I face the final curtain my friends I’ve….oh okay we’ll leave the warbling till later. Party hats and those blowy things at the ready, although in betting terms, there’s always going to be more chance of me coming back before Elvis huh? I thought we could take a trip down memory blog lane together and have one last catch up, Perhaps some party food is in order today? I don’t expect you to go and knock up a trifle or anything I’m just talking a few nibbles at the computer and coffee with maybe a shot of disarrono or brandy so we can toast each other………ready?....ready now?.......what about now?.....don’t make me start without you……right here we go………….

So it was right here on the 2nd March 2009 that my first blog was born “You, M.E & A Blog” Not very imaginative, but I’ve never been good with titles, I did however use my wiley manipulative woman gene to reel you in under the false pretence of free beer, you very kindly forgave me and have stayed to read my weekly rants, ramblings and randomness ever since and for that I salute you.

And so for the catch up, I still have a fear of police, I was hoping police phobia would carry some exciting impressive name…..? No, it’s policophobia, and the local constabulary still insist on all pouring into Courtlands café often 20 plus at a time for their breakfast when I’m just about to tuck into my poached eggs on toast, leaving me shifting from side to side & tapping on the table while sweating profusely.

I’ve concluded that the karma from the naughtiness I obviously committed in a past-life has somehow wedged itself in my soul in this life…..it wouldn’t be so bad if I knew what I’d done in my past life then at least I’d know why I’m feeling so shifty now ………it might’ve been something really cool, I might’ve been Robin Hood, or Zorro…..stop looking weirdly at the screen and just humour me :)

I never did get my girly dream six pack, or whatever it is girls can get. Fibromyalgia has a lot to answer for as it causes my belly to inflate and deflate like a rubber ring; unfortunately inflated mode is the norm. I’ve even given up chocolate just incase it was swelling courtesy of chocolate buttons, but it made no difference……phew, at least that’s something I don’t have to give up.

I have however still given up everything else, oh yes, still single, celibate and completely sober, the first two are still by choice the latter is due to the fact that having M.E is like waking up everyday with a stonking hangover so the last thing you feel like doing is reaching for the alcohol, I’d love there to come a day when I can reach for an ice cold bottle of bud again and enjoy it but I suppose looking at the bigger picture it’s not the end of the world. But in the wake of me having M.E, Fibromyalgia, Osteoporosis & Scoliosis it’s kinda ironic that I lead such a healthy life huh?

I still have a few things I need to change though; firstly I need to stop saying…. huh? In my blogs, Huh?....oh, I s’pose that won’t be a problem after today, and I’d also like to have a longer fuse, or at least longer than a male ants genitals, and before you ask, yes they have, it’s just sooooo short you can’t see it…i think.

I’m chilled most of the time and it takes alot to light my fuse but once it’s lit, BAM! I blame this on my Welsh heritage, I’ve not met a welsh person yet who doesn’t go from normal(ish) to having to be scraped off the ceiling within 0.5secs. I wouldn’t mind learning how to grow leeks, sing as good as, or having to recite that train station with the longest name, you know the one? Don’t make me s…….oh okay it’s Llanfairpwllgwyngyllgogerychwyrndrobwllllantysiliogogogoch, anyway I’d rather any of them than the welsh bad attitude & temper.

Even though I’m of Welsh blood I know that I’m still in danger of experiencing death by having sheep thrown at me , yes last week I was in danger of being flogged by the wonderbra brigade and this week it could very well be sheep.

As a vegetarian can I just ask that no sheep be harmed in the process of harming me? Please think of using an inflatable sheep instead, although it may beg the question of what you were doing with an inflatable sheep in your possession in the first place? I’m also in danger of finding myself homeless after this little out pouring, oh and all my welsh Facebook buddies will either be laughing in agreement or hitting the delete button by my name, although with the Facebook friends status going up and down quicker than a whores draws its pretty hard to tell.

I’m still completing my challenge of reading the bible and I’m about half way through now. I thought it was about time i read it at least once, my earlier attempts failed because I was young and “Smash hits” magazine stole my attention instead, but as I accelerate nearer to old age and the likelihood of meeting my maker…. (unless the karma thingy is still wedged firmly in my soul and I’m going somewhere hot and steamy instead of course) I just felt there was more of an urgency to check out this best seller.

Musically, the track “EARL “recorded with the backing of the wonderful gospel arts manna community choir is www.gospelmanna.com now finished, and blog reader Mr Mike Ribble? You will be pleased to hear there’s not a rap or a hip hop in site, it was supposed to be a gentle gospel hip hop type track but it ended not…..and I have no idea of what genre I’d put it under, but I attempt to sing anyway, cue bleeding ears all round. I will unleash it on the public shortly. www.myspace.com/mamachill

I actually shed a tear in the recording booth last week not only because my vocals were making my ears bleed but I just felt a huge responsibility. This track is the true story of a man called Edward Earl Johnson who was innocent and yet was charged with rape & murder and went to the electric chair.

His story was told in a documentary by the BBC called 14 days in May back in 1987, when I watched it as a young girl I vowed that one day I would write a song in his memory so that his family would know that despite living on the other side of the world, he hadn’t been forgotten, Then I dreamt that a choir would sing with me and my mum told me to make that dream come true, and then the gospel manna agreed to come on board and here we are, dream fulfilled.

There are those that ask why I’m bothered when it’s on the other side of the world, and my reply is, when it comes to life and death surely miles don’t matter, or skin colour come to that, it’s about being human. If you ever get a chance to watch the documentary then please do so it’s on DVD but also YouTube. When it comes to death row if you’re black and poor then you have no chance.

UK grandmother Linda Carty will be the next put to death in just a few weeks’ time, she only had access to her solicitor 15 mins before her trial, this is common and means that usually they haven’t a clue about the case, vital evidence is missed out and the client is found guilty, sentenced to death and denied an appeal. You can get involved on the reprieve site if you wish, please don’t think your voice won’t count. Even if our pleas to save her life are ignored at least you know you tried to help save another human beings life. www.reprieve.org.uk

I’ve not taken the world by storm with my brand of rap/hip hop/indie otherwise known as Rahndie yet but there’s still time although by then I might be writing trax such as Zimmer Nation and I need a hip hop replacement…oh, and the chances of me becoming prime minister and knocking our dear country back into shape are pretty slim too but if you don’t dream big then………erm, I don’t know, what happens if you don’t dream big?

I’ll still be trying to raise awareness of M.E and get those like yourself to support the charity ACTION FOR M.E www.afme.org.uk and I’m still a member of the Gospel arts manna community choir who have a showcase on the 12th December, it’s just for members to show what they’ve learnt, gain some confidence, and for a lot of people it will be their first time singing in public, so keep checking the website for details, and come and join the weekly Tuesday evening gathering, its open to everyone.

Well my friends as we draw nearer to the end can I just say thank-you for the comments and emails, but contrary to belief I’m not moving onto “bigger or better things” there could be nothing bigger or better for me than being right here online at the Watford Observer, the blog will simply go into hibernation.

I’m always going to be a home girl, Watford through and through, and while I don’t always agree with the changes made in our town……like the monstrosity of a claustrophobic greenhouse that was erected, better known as The Harlequin, & the next bodge up that will no doubt be done to Charter place, I love the people, our Market, Our football club and everything that is truly Watford.

Thanx once again to the Watford Observer for giving me the space for this blog in the first place, I’ve really loved every minute of it and its certainly going to be a wrench, thanx to you the readers for allowing me to pop up on your computer screen every week, while I’m not expecting any of you to have life threatening withdrawal symptoms on a Friday, you can always keep in touch if you would like, musically, personally or both.I'm on Facebook under this name too, and the faithful two maureen & goldbox have already established contact.

Be good to yourself but more importantly be good to others too. Right well this is it; I can’t put it off any longer, singing voice ready?

Love me tender love me true never let me goooooooo, For blog readers you’ve read me and I love you sooooooo Love me tender love me true all my dreams fulfilled For blog readers I love youuuuuuuuuuuu (pause) And I always…………………wiiiiiiiiiiilllllllllllllllllllll.

Thank-you, Thank-you, and once again thank-you, it’s time for me to leave the building. Stay blessed xxx

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