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1-D… 1-Who?

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As I start writing dates into my 2015 diary I see that, back in about 2000, I bought tickets for DD, DS, myself and a friend as yet to be chosen to attend a One Direction concert in Dubai in April 2015. At the time of booking, DD was all over 1-D. Her room was plastered in posters of the band; she wore those rubbery bracelets with hearts and the names of Harry, Zayn (and who are the other ones?); her school book-bag bore badges of their greasy teenage faces.

Harry and pals... an expensive night out for the mummies

Harry and pals… an expensive night out for the mummies

When I booked the tickets – as I remember, at precisely 10am when the online booking opened and on a day I had better things to do given I was literally about to fly to London – I was the best mummy, like, ever.

But, as I opened my diary to April 2015, a little shudder ran through me. Would this be like Bieber-gate? Having bought tickets to Justin Bieber’s Dubai concert also about a decade in advance, I found that, by the time the concert rolled around, DD had completely grown out of him and had precisely zero interest.

(It probably hadn’t helped that I’d done a pretty comprehensive smear campaign using the Daily Mail as evidence of how unworthy the Biebster was of our time and money, what with spitting on his fans, rocking up late to concerts and getting done for drink-driving) – thankfully I managed to sell the tickets and no animals were harmed in the avoidance of said concert.

But is 1-D to meet the same fate, I wonder?

While eight-year-old DD, when I booked the tickets, was heavily into the band, nine-year-old DD – who will be 10 at the time of the concert – is into other things. Malory Towers (yes, I had a hand in that). Books by Louis Sachar (thanks to her school for that). American Girl dolls (DH brought one back from San Francisco; anything to keep her off the iPad)… and 1-D is suddenly 1-Who?

Well… if four middle-aged ladies would like to join me ogling Harry, Zayn and [blank] and [blank] next April, I suppose we’ll at least be able to see over everyone’s heads. Every cloud and all that.

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November 1, 2014 at 7:17 pm

‘Up all night to get some’

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Given that Daft Punk’s song ‘Get Lucky’ has been the song of the summer, I knew it was only a matter of time before the children stopped bopping around the kitchen singing ‘I’m up all night to get some; I’m up all night to get lucky’ and asked what it actually meant.

I’d been dreading it. But we had a good run before innocence was ruined. The question came only yesterday. And I was ready.

The chocolate thief up all night to get lucky

The chocolate thief up all night to get lucky

‘To get what, mummy?’ asked DD mid-shimmy by the Baked beans. ‘Get some what?’

I didn’t miss a beat.

 ‘Chocolate. To get some chocolate without his girlfriend seeing.’

Raft of giggles from DD. ‘Oh cool. Up all night to get chocolate!’

‘Yes. Don’t even think about staying up yourself to get some. The chocolate cupboard is alarmed.’

I meant figuratively, of course. She’d do well to remember that when she’s a teenager.

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September 17, 2013 at 9:20 pm

Words on love from a daughter

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“Mummy? Will you always love me?”

Altogether now... Knock Knock?


Folding her into a whole-body hug: “Yes, darling, I’ll always love you more than you know.”

“Even when you’re old?”

“Always, darling.” Big hug.

“When I get married?”

Sob. “Yes, I’ll cry with joy when you get married.”

“Will you still love me when you die?”

“Yes, darling, you and DS will be the last things I think of when I die. But that’s not for a long time.”

“Knock, knock.”

“Who’s there?” (Giving big hug)

“You’ve forgotten me already!”

Bloody kids.

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January 29, 2012 at 9:00 pm