Friday, 6 May 2011


Conscious of not having blogged for way too long despite having promised to do so. Sorry, dear reader . . .

I've been in Spain - not an excuse as such but what with the weather, my sister, my nieces, nephews, great-nieces, great-nephews, Royal Wedding, bullfights, Holy Week processions (mostly cancelled due to rain - yeah! In Spain while you lot were basking in some kind of climate swap) every time I sat down to write something happened and I had to get up again!

I'm working in earnest on NOW! The New Older Woman which is going well and my agent said there was plenty of interest at London Book Week recently, but the most exciting news (I shouldn't even be sharing as it might not come off) is that the BBC are looking to make a documentary about an older woman who used a throwaway line on a radio programme about wanting to dance burlesque . . .

I shan't elaborate until it's further down the line but I've already been on stage at the Cafe de Paris and may I tell you: it's not for the faint-hearted!

My children will obviously disown me once and for all. I haven't dared mention a word about it and part of me rather hopes it won't come off. If it does, that won't be the only thing coming off as I'm not sure how one can perform authentic burlesque in a twinset and pearls with a tweed skirt and 20 denier stockings on - not that that's my usual mode of attire but the sight of all that young, firm flesh parading itself before my very eyes made me realise that I must be totally insane to even think about trying to 'compete'.

I want them to laugh with me not at me. I'm not going to bump and grind, as on a woman of my age that will look ridiculous. I wish I'd kept my big mouth shut in the first place, yet another part of me is shouting: Bring It On! because after all, how many more chances to do something this outrageous am I going to get?

Gotta get ready for a date now - he's nearing 40 so not exactly a TB but still 25 years younger than me - yippee! By the way, lace top hold-ups don't stay up if you've just moisturised your legs. Just thought I'd share that, ladies, or gents if that is your proclivity.

I'll keep you posted on the rest. Promise.


Wild Willie o' Orkney said...

Welcome back into the fold Wendy (I thought we'd lost you for good as you'd been hijacked by that Arabian Prince!)
Yeah, heard all about that 'rain in Spain' from my friend in Madrid - meanwhile as no doubt you've heard, we've had a near draught situation in the UK.

Good to hear 'NOW' is still going well, and hope you meet your deadline whilst donning your fishnets and basque! DO hope it all comes off...(just couldn't resist that!)From the few pics I've seen of you, I think you'll look great - you've certainly got the figure for it, and for chrissake, if Anne Widdicombe can trip the light fantastic on telly, then YOU certainly can! - and remember what 'Zorba the Greek' famously said: "Everyone needs a little madness" - GO for IT,hon!xx

Wendy Salisbury said...

THANKS AS EVER, Willie. Que sera, sera...if I'm meant to do it I will.

I can dance really well in my head (much like singing with a loofah mic in the shower) but Live on Stage may be a different matter!!

The Prince of Egypt was consigned to memory a while ago - can't maintain long distance relationships - I need the here and now!

Enjoy your spring into summer.


Wild Willie o' Orkney said...

...well,at least you sound a BIT more positive about it from your last post- and if you've been strutting your stuff in the Cafe de Paris, then reckon you're more than half way there!
How did your date go? Well, at 40 at least one supposes he knew what he was doing!
The 'Spring into Summer'has been a bit of a curate's egg here (not helped by the more-than-usual variable Orkney weather conditions)-but did manage to celebrate Beltane at one of our ancient sites with lots of pagan merrymaking!...and the cruise ships are now begining to call in,do fingers crossed for some ladies who would like an 'alternative' tour of our magical isle!
Hope you also have a guid Spring frolic!'All work and no play' etc.Now I've got to get my wet towel around my head and write a dissertation afore Friday!
Yeah Egypt too far and hot (in more senses than one!)for Princely dallyings,so glad you spring-cleaned him out of your hair!