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Playboys, hangovers and The Queen Mum

27 Jan

In last week’s blog I promised you this week’s entry would be shorter. I’m not one to go back on my word. Absolutely not. As if. I said it would be much shorter and short it shall be.

Bye then,
Rosie.

Rosie as Wee Willie Winkie and brother Richard dressed as a beauty queen Pontins Jersey 1966

Mid-late ‘60s. Jersey, Channel Islands. Guess which one is me! Not the pretty one in the bikini that’s for sure. That happens to be my brother. Picture taken by Dad, professional photographer, ex-ice hockey player, yachtsman, skier, playboy. By the time this photo was taken all that rollicking was way in the past and nothing but a cold memory. Particularly the ice hockey except for one permanent reminder. My father’s shins had faint but permanent bruises on them until the day he passed away. Nice thing to remember about your dear departed dad. His psychedelic shins.

Yes, still here. Can’t get rid of me that easily.

Actually, to be honest, I’m sitting here nursing a hangover and before you start tut-tutting it’s not like that. I braved the elements this morning wrapped up in white oversized jumpers and doing a fine impersonation of a Michelin Man in the process, for two reasons. One, to flog my jewellery and two, to meet an old and dear friend I haven’t seen in ages also called Bach. I’m Bach by birth. I only added the “Holzer” on getting married as I steadfastly refused to relinquish my Bach. Since my divorce in 2001 I’ve been seriously reconsidering in reverting back to my maiden name. Indeed, some things I don’t do in a hurry.

Where does the hangover fit in?

Being sociable, as that’s what one has to be when mixing with friends, apparently, we met in a café where we, Bachy, my ex and I, caught up over a hot chocolate, a farty latte with bells on and an espresso. The latter being mine and on reflection not the wisest of choices. Two espressos later I was jumping out of my own skin. My fault entirely as I should only drink decaffeinated but I told myself it’s not every day I do this; be sociable and try to flog my jewellery.

What jewellery? If I may, I’ll divulge next time. But before I say ta-ta I have a question which has nothing at all to do with young boys impersonating young girls (he won first prize in the fancy dress contest), purple-coloured legs or desperately trying to think of something to talk about whilst trying valiantly to disguise that fact. Question: What do Britney Spears, The Queen Mother, and I have in common? Can you guess? Got it yet? No? Shall I tell you? Nothing! Absolutely nothing. But talking of The Queen Mum, if you haven’t seen “The King’s Speech” starring Colin Firth, Geoffrey Rush and Helena Bonham Carter, and you’re stuck for something to do, rent it, you won’t be disappointed.

Signing off, best to you,
Rosie
x

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9 responses to “Playboys, hangovers and The Queen Mum

  1. seaangel4444

    January 27, 2014 at 4:30 pm

    Ha ha LOVE IT my dear! What a delightful way to start a Monday here in Chicago! It’s a frosty one, I must say. Wouldn’t want to be caught outside with anything less than a double pair of longjohns, that’s for sure! I hope you are having a wonderful day!!! Big hugs from across the (almost) frozen pond, Cher xo

     
    • rbachholzer

      January 27, 2014 at 5:18 pm

      Thank you, Cher dear, most kind, delighted you enjoyed it. Suffering that I am! Gordon Bennett and it’s getting worse instead of better. I’m popping alka-seltzers like they’re going out of style. I don’t know how people do it, I really don’t. Drink alcohol, or espresso! No wonder Italians are so full of energy. Ooh, add to my list my love of Italy. Its architecture, Vivaldi… sigh. Have a great day, poppet! Rx

       
      • seaangel4444

        January 27, 2014 at 5:41 pm

        *LOL* If we were in the same location, I’d make you some tea! I don’t drink alcohol, but I have in the past and I’ve been down that road of having too many “wobbly pops” as it were. Oh, what to do? Sleeping was the only reprieve for me, I seem to recall. Yes, I admire Italians for so many things, and that is one of them! Ah, don’t stop by The Chicago Files today; it’s all about art and food. Don’t want you running for the loo on my account. Wouldn’t be right!

        I hope you have a great day too, dear Rosie! Stay the course, and you’ll be fine by tomorrow! Cher xo

         
      • rbachholzer

        January 28, 2014 at 9:33 am

        Greetings Cher, I’m back and still alive to tell the tale. I went for a lie down taking this dying swan thing to the hilt although I must admit Margot Fonteyn did it so much better. Did it help? Eventually, yes, although I still feel like an elephant has been using my stomach for a trampoline. And that’s the thing I don’t drink alcohol but I experience these adverse reactions even with espresso thanks to my ME. My fault entirely I knew better. Thank you warmly for your kindest wishes and tummy allowing I will trot along to your blog with much pleasure! Rx

         
      • seaangel4444

        January 28, 2014 at 1:24 pm

        Awh, bless my dear! Quite frankly, I do not know how the folks who lean towards the bottle (literally and figuratively!) do it. I really don’t. I have major vice (okay, two): sweets and salty snacks. But not together. No, eek! Sorry if I’ve made your tummy turn yet again. Bah to me! I hope your feeling much, much better when you read this. Yes, espresso doesn’t sit well with me either. I think we should stick to water. Plain ‘ol H20. On second thought, I need to go and get a fill-up on my coffee. Ah, it lasted but a moment! Thank you, my dear Rosie! Cher xo

         
  2. Shaina O. Ernspiker

    September 23, 2014 at 7:00 am

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    • rbachholzer

      September 23, 2014 at 8:54 am

      Hello Shaina
      Thank you for visiting my site and for taking the time to leave a comment. Jolly decent of you. As I’m still on the equivalent of a “gap year” and not writing much at all I was delighted to hear you enjoyed my scribblings and interjections of silliness. 
      My very best to you.
      R

       
  3. Deandra G. Sebert

    October 2, 2014 at 6:24 pm

    I was curious if you ever considered changing the structure of your blog?

    Its very well written; I love what youve got to say.
    But maybe you could a little more in the way of content so people could connect with it better.
    Youve got an awful lot of text for only having 1 or two images.
    Maybe you could space it out better?

     
    • rbachholzer

      October 3, 2014 at 10:44 am

      Hello Deandra
      Many thanks for visiting and for taking the time to leave a comment. I’m delighted you enjoy what I have to say. One can only go by gut instinct and writes to please oneself, so when feedback is forthcoming it can be most productive. Thank you. But perhaps you would be kind enough to elaborate on what you mean exactly. I’d be interested to hear what you have to say. Thanks again for your interest.
      Best wishes
      R

       

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