Third Time Around

Scouting for Girls “She’s so Lovely”scouting for girls

I can not listen to this track without remembering the day I went to a friend’s wedding which took place in St Mary’s lighthouse in Whitley Bay and as Kate walked down the aisle my friend Simma sang this song.


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Kate Fox

I like a good wedding. It is at this point I can hear my Brother say something sarcastic like “Is that why you’ve been married so many times?” It does sound bad to say you have been married three times but in reality, the first time was a brief mistake of a teenager.
The second marriage lasted a long time and I am still with and very much in love with the third Mrs Price. We have been together now for nearly twenty years. I have two daughters from my second marriage and Lynda has three daughters. Our five daughters consider each other as sisters and Lynda’s daughters call me Dad.
We are a slightly dysfunctional but happy family.

Third time Around

Love for us was autumnal
A late flowering
We were retrospective lovers
Caught up in new beginnings
Scarred but not cynical
Scared and a little cautious
At times like excited teenagers
Rediscovering our emotions
Learning how to trust again

© Jeff Price June 2018


Joe Jackson. “It’s Different for Girls”

I remember Joe from the late 70s with this track and “Is she really going out with him”

both show a man who is trying to understand relationships but isn’t having much luck. If thI had the insight my seventy years have given me when I was in my twenties, how different my life would have been. But it is the very act of experiencing and learning that helps us grow up and become the people we are today.

I sometimes wish my children would listen to my sage advice culled from those turbulent years and use it to help make their own lives easier but whilst they are happy to ask me for advice on a recipe or how to fix their computers, their love lives are a closed book and I am not allowed to peek at the pages.

On the other hand living with them, watching them grow and mature has been a never ending joy to me. Watching them bringing up their children makes me feel I must have done something right somewhere along the line.



Whatever goes wrong it is not their fault and whatever goes right is down to them

They always complain about looking their worst when they look their best

No matter how much they earn they are always broke

They always seem to arrive at my house just before a meal is served

All boyfriends will at some point be the most selfish, unspeakable disgusting slime balls in the history of boyfriends

All disagreements will eventually be forgotten and all slights and insults forgiven

They can turn rags into designer dresses and designer dresses into rags

The contents of the fridge are their birthright and they can feed themselves and their friends on its contents at anytime

In a pub they never offer to get the first round in. They never say “just make mine a half”


Sometimes, they make me feel so proud of them that I want to cry


© Jeff Price January 2018




Being Dusty

Dusty Springfield “You don’t have to say you love me.”

dusty-springfield-9491157-1-402Dusty was my first love. That teenage fantasy love where hope triumphs over reality. I loved her despite the fact that we had never met, she was nine years older than me and a pop star. It didn’t stop a boy from dreaming. Even finding out she was gay didn’t change my mind. She had the voice of an angel and when she sang it felt like she was singing just for me and my answer would be:

“Dusty I will say “I love you” even though you don’t fancy men and you live in America and you are an international super star and I work in a carpet shop in Newcastle, I think we can make it work.”

Dusty’s life was not an easy one. She set herself very high standards and was notoriously difficult to work with. She was a very private person who disliked the prurient press interest in her sexuality. She died of Breast Cancer in 1999.

In my teenage years my bedroom wall was decorated with pictures cut from magazines of pop stars like Dusty. This was music that was mine and not my parents. Heaven help an artist that became popular with my parents, I would immediately take their picture down. You won’t find a Cliff Richard or Cilla Black record in my collection.

Strangely that doesn’t seem to apply to my children. They like many of the same bands I enjoy. They have grown up listening to sixties and seventies bands and they also share with me new tracks and bands that they like, some of whom feature in other posts in this blog. 

My poem this week inspired by Dusty’s music and her life is dedicated to all those who have the courage to be who they want to be, not what the world says they should be.


Being Dusty


This is for all those who said No when others told them to say Yes

This is for all those who stood Up when others said sit Down

This is for all those who offered a Hand when others raised a Fist

This is for all those who Cried Out when others told them to be Quiet

This is for all those who Stood Firm when others Ran Away

This for all those who were Positive when others were Negative

This is for all those who tried to Understand when others looked to Blame

This is for all those who Dared to love when others only Dreamed

This is for all the Dusty’s of this world who made a Difference

© Jeff Price November 2017