Kiki Dee “Loving and Free”
Happy New Year and welcome back to Three Score and Ten after our festive break.
To start the new year, a confession and a humorous poem.
Firstly, a little context for those who do not know my story. At the age of 52 I left the
computer industry and became a student at Newcastle University. With my Master’s Degree in Poetry and Creative writing, I became a full-time poet running writing groups, organising poetry events and working as a poetry tutor in schools.
Over the years before I retired, I must have worked with thousands of students in schools all over the North East. I helped them write poetry and also worked on their performance. At some point I would always tell them a story about a night in Newcastle at the Dolce Vita nightclub when I saw Dusty Springfield sing.
I would tell them how I went with friends and how during the whole performance Dusty sang to me. How her eyes never left mine. Afterwards, when I told my friends they were all amazed because they were all convinced that Dusty had performed just for them, how she had never taken her eyes off them. It is a technique used by performers, politicians and every teacher in every classroom around the world.
Now a confession. The story isn’t true, it never happened, at least not with Dusty. I used Dusty’s name because people would have heard of Dusty and even if the school children hadn’t heard of her then the teachers would have and I wanted them to remember the story. I also, as readers of my blog will know, had a bit of a crush on Dusty.
The singer was Kiki Dee (real name Pauline Mathews) was born in Bradford in 1947 and had a big hit with Elton John “Don’t go breaking my heart,” she was also the first white UK singer to be signed by Tamla Motown. Kiki still tours and over her fifty year career she has released 39 singles, three EPs and 12 albums.
That feels better, I have set the record straight, I have confessed and I ask forgiveness from all those students I have deceived and forgiveness from Kiki who deserved the limelight that went to Dusty.
My poem this week is about all the lies we tell when the truth in inconvenient.
The Cheque’s in the Post
My phone battery has died, the volume was way down
The taxi is ten minutes away I’m on my way to town
I called you yesterday but no one was at home
We can’t meet up today, I just need to be alone
Santa Claus is real, he lives at the North Pole
It is only those who deserve it, who are on the dole
Brexit will be good for the you, we all know that’s true
Everyone will be happier when their passport’s are blue
Things will get better soon, the economy is on the mend
The NHS is safe in our hands on that you can depend
My Facebook posts are just to inform, I don’t like to boast
I always pay on time and your cheque’s in the post
©Jeff Price January 2018