After close to four decades, I still remember the birthdays of my bass-playing crushes from my teen years. John Taylor of Duran Duran will be 58 this Thursday …
… and my almost-husband Paul McCartney turned 77 today!
If you don’t know why Macca is my “almost-husband,” scroll to the end of this 2007 blog post. Then click here for the complete archive of my crazy “almost-husband” references — don’t miss the trip to Liverpool! Oh, how I long for the day I finally meet Paul McCartney only to intone, ominously, “I’ve … been … in … your … house …………….. Paul.”
If, like me, your fondest wish is to meet your lifelong idol and freak him the fuck out, you will probably enjoy @YourGothWidow on Twitter. It’s difficult for me to choose a single favorite tweet, so — because the first day of summer is nigh — I’ll go with some timely fashion advice:
As the weather gets warmer, you may be tempted to shed your black cloak. Absolutely not! You may switch to a lightweight fabric or even a sheer black lace, but you absolutely NEED to be swathed in black, in order that you might strike fear in the hearts of men.
— your local femme fatale widow (@yourgothwidow) April 9, 2019