Over on Facebook – where, I might have mentioned, you can ‘like’ us to your heart’s content right here – someone had the bright idea of setting a challenge to select a song a day on thirty different topics. As music is such a big part of my life anyway, I thought I would combine that idea with The Memory Blog during April (April having the right number of days). Which means that you get a new post every day this month, with a song at the end, too.
I am a social wallflower. When it comes to big social occasions, I am the worst person in the world to send by themselves. There are those who are good at walking into a room full of people by themselves, and there are those who are not. Helen falls firmly into the former group, which is why she is so good at what she does. I, on the other hand, fall into the second.
To give you a very recent example, last year a friend of mine was made a Queen’s Counsel. For those of you not familiar with the legal system, this means ‘Very Senior Lawyer, Please Give Me Lots Of Money’. He threw a party at a very nice venue in London to celebrate this. I was honoured to be invited. I went. I knew no-one there. I spent the entire evening talking to the guy who provided the entertainment.
None of which is to say that I am horribly anti-social. I love meeting people. I love spending time with my friends. But if I am meeting someone new, I much prefer it to be one to one. No matter how hard I try, I just can’t do the ‘working a room’ thing that some others find so easy.
Back in 1999, I was working down in Bath. The firm for whom I was working decided to throw a party in a marquee in the main garden square in the town. For me, it was hell on earth. I wandered around the whole event aimlessly, looking for places to hide – hard, when you are 6’5″. And all the time, this song was going through my head.