Sunday, June 17, 2007


For some reason, any time I say the word eccentric, this poem comes to mind:

When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat that doesn't go, and doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we've no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along the public railings
And make up for the sobrietry of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick flowers in other people's gardens
And learn to spit.

You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
And eat three pounds of sausages at a go
Or only bread and pickles for a week
And hoard pens and pencils and beer mats and things in boxes.
But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
And pay our rent and not swear in the street
And set a good example for the children.
We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.

But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.
~Jenny Jacobs ~

I can't think of any eccentricities of my own to share with you, although I'm sure if I were to open the floor to my family and friends they would have a substantial list to share. In lieu of my eccentric behaviors, allow me to share with you a very unusual performer:

He's definitely gutsy. Perhaps more than a little off his rocker. But at least he's 100% committed to his persona.

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