V is for Valerie.
There’s going to be no mucking about today. I have actually been booked to do some paid work tomorrow, so I need to focus on that. Quite thrilling really, but I am a little nervous, as I always am with a new client, so I just need to quietly get prepared.
On that note I leave you with La Winehouse and Valerie.
I loved this when it came out. In fact I loved that whole Ronson album. It was during a funny old time of my life when I was living in Islington and working in Clerkenwell. And this was often on my iPod as I was wearing a groove in the pavement as I moved between the two. I was just in the throes of getting back together with Mr B after our 10 year break. As I said… funny old time.
Living in Hoxton, as I did a little while later, I was in close proximity to the Winehouse stomping ground and once got kicked off a pool table to make way for her and her ‘pals’. As for me and my mine, we were occupying the prime position in the front window but apparently were not creating much of a display. Not such a draw.
It’s a shame about Amy though isn’t it? Just think of the music that she would have gone on to produce…
