Tuesday, October 24, 2006

Hey Hey We're the Monkee's

I think I was actually a gypsy in a previous life. In this life, I find it hard to settle and I often dream of living somewhere else, only to then move on again.

You know how people talk about how they would spend the money if they won the lottery? Sure I would start with seeing our families were ok, but then, I want to buy a street. Probably in Glasgow. Well perhaps not a street, but 4 or 5 houses in a row. Nice big tenemant houses like the ones you get in the West End. I would then give my friends a house each, and we could knock down the walls in all the back gardens and have one huge garden. It would then be a little community, where we could share our lives.

I would also buy a place in the country somewhere idylic, with a view of the sea. The house would have a huge kitchen with an aga, a belfast sink and a stone floor. I would be dressed in an old knitted cardi with holes making pasta for the masses. I would then pop over to the barn next to the house which has been converted into a studio. In it would be Alan making a new album with his friends. They would let me hear what they had done for the day and I would smile and tell them to take a break and get their dinner. After a few weeks the album would be finished and Alan and I can book a holiday, as my toy shops practically run themselves.

I am often told that I am a dreamer, and that I need to get realistic. I disagree. I think our dreams are what get us out of bed in the morning.

I have a toy car on my desk. It's a mini cooper. I know someone who has always dreamt of owning one, but felt that it would be selfish and unpractical to get one. It's on my desk to remind me that your dreams are closer than you think and that you can get what you want if you believe it can happen. Today I do.

So now lets hear your dreams, however unrealistic they may be .