THE KICKER

Good morning,

I wrote this on my phone late last night in a few minutes.

It's a poem inspired by a memory of when my husband and I were on holiday in the Maldives over Christmas more than a decade ago. Soon after we arrived, my husband saw one of his all time football heroes (who had become a huge international coach) coming towards us, and literally froze. It was as if I'd seen Ricky Martin sashaying towards me... Anyway, to each his own, or their own, or whatever the wording of that expression is. I can never remember. I'm sure you get the picture.

We ended up having drinks and dinner with the football star and his wife, and remain good friends. 
Here it is!


THE KICKER

It’s him,
He gasped,
Stargiddy,
Crash-Landing in 
Disneyland
As a vision of
Absolutely Normal 
Brushed past us in the lobby.

Apparently, you are,
I chirruped,
Ignorant therefore unfazed,
Grabbing life by the Ta-da’s!!!

I am, he smiled, unfazed,
As my other half
Gush-gabbled decades of
Football fireworks.

Drink? Suggested the star.

Cue the hallelujah chorus.

(Obviously not in the Maldives, but following a football match a few years ago. Lucien Favre is in the blue shirt, next to me)

My romantic comedy, JUST LIKE A MOVIE starts in a very similar way. Gemma, recently divorced, finds herself sitting next to a very famous pop star she’s had a crush on for ages on her flight to Ibiza, which is where she’s moving to to start over and move on with her life (as they always say in The Bold and The Beautiful, aka Top Models in Switzerland). It’s a fun read, bound to cheer you up, so if you haven’t already read it why not pick it up and read it over the holidays? Or gift it to a friend in need of cheering up! Find it