So Much Fun!

Watching IRMA LA DOUCE with my Mum was just so much fun. Parisian prostitute with wit & a wiggle in her bum. My Mum did a good Shirley McLaine. Singing along to Nancy Sinatra songs “Well, did ya evah... ...all the time! ” As she ironed y sisters frilly knickers each & everyone. My Mum was just so much fun. She was our Mum... ...one of a kind...and kind. She was a kid just like us. She took in everything we took in whether it was Billy Wilder’s Hollywood to the French New Wave of Jean Luc Godard. Preparing tea we’d chat excitedly as Jim Morrison Recited his poetry...the doors open to...the summer breeze. “My c**k fits into your c**t like a hand into a glove! ” Jim would intone in his voice of doom. And my Mum would say: “Good God...what did he say? ” And I’d make something up on the spot to try to hide Morrison’s metaphor “Eh.. eh...the fox outfoxes the hunt like tenderness in...love.” And she’d say: “Good... I thought he’d said“My c**k fits into your c**t like a hand into a glove! ” It was no good trying to pull the wool over my Mum’s eyes or pull a fast one ...she’d get there first! She was our Mum but she was one of a kind...&...kind. She was just a kid just like us & she liked us.. to be... us. doing anything with my Mum was just so much fun. and I was happy always happy to be her Son.