Me Niece's 21st Birthday
So after my Nan's 97th birthday yesterday today is the opposite. My Niece, Nadia Eloise Evans is 21 years old, how the hell did that happen?
Now i don't have children (yet), as I've stated i can barely look after my under pant draw let alone a little person. But i suppose the closest thing I've had to kids in my life is Nadia. I have always felt protective and loved her like she was a daughter. She's A great kid who is probably more grounded and switched on than the rest of us Italian and Welsh lunatics in the family!
Uncles, especially single ones with no responsibilities have the easiest job in the world. Uncle Fun. Uncles get all the glory, without having to do the hard bits. You go to the Cinema, concert, restaurant, park, gallery and at the end of the day packed with Ice Cream, food and fun you hand them back and off you go in your merry way!!! Easy!
I'm not quite sure where the past 21 years went. I remember her being born, which was the last time i saw my Father, which is another link and spiritual connection i think. I was 18 years old. Jesus, i was a boy, it's scary to think at that age my parents already had their 1st child. Holy shit. Panic. No wonder i've always shied away from it.
I remember lots, her as a baby, taking her to Smash Hits party concert, taking her to the cinema and crying to 'Shall we Dance'. (Me not her that was highly embarrassing)
I remember she seemed to be the only person in the world that made as much mess as me in the cinema. It looked like 2 monkeys had been watching the film and had played a game to try and throw as much popcorn and sweets around as possible. She definitely has the Evans gene.
And so to today. 21st birthday. Christ it makes me feel old, and just a little gutted i haven't seemed to grow up in my head. I still feel the same as when she was born. The party was lovely and of course the family, the celebration and everything that went with it was well tidy, but really the show stopper was the cake.
Holy fuck, it came in as the World heavyweight number 1 cake of all time. A massive orgy of silky sponge, white chocolate, fresh cream, chocolate, strawberries. Jesus Christ it was like pornography on a plate. Now for the compulsive over eaters and sugar addict it was a magnificent moment. Not only was such attention to detail in the white chocolate roses, but they even dipped the tips of the strawberry's in sumptuous chocolate, These guys knew what they were doing. No amount of crack cocaine, brandy and specialist adult literature could compete with that. Fuck Damian Hirst. It was Art.
So, after 38 slices i decided enough was enough and stuffed 4 slices into a doggy bag for home. I didn't want to be greedy. It's carb loading for the marathon see.
After such merriment at the party on Friday, Saturday was spent doing pretty much sod all. Ran 6 miles in the gym at pretty rapid pace, did a cross training (nearly said dressing then, oops) session and then buggered about and went to lay on the sofa all night indulging in my new found addiction to The Voice, What a show. Tom Jones, Real music, real band, Quality voices and use of the word 'dope' at 7.15pm on BBC1. Superb.
Kept in touch with Brymoor Road, as my Nan, Mum and brother were watching too. I'm hoping my Nan will adopt the use of the word 'dope' and start dropping that into her sentences. She liked some of the acts, though unfortunately fell asleep for the performance of the night from Jazz Ellington. With a name like that how can he fail in the music business? Like a footballer being called Score Messi. Perfect.
So that's it really, if I'm being honest today's entry is not as good as the past week, i think I've been on fire. But it feels good to bid my beautiful niece a Happy 21st just after my wonderful Nan's 97th and feel the love for your family. Ahhhh
It's Back to normal tomorrow people. Last long run of 10 miles. I almost forgot there is just over 1 week to the marathon, though if i'm honest, I've lost a bit of interest in the training, I'm much preferring the writing! Maybe thats what will come out of the 2012 marathon.
Jog on
xx
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