I am coming to believe that I am actually a sad sack, that or menopausal and its causing weepy hormonal outbursts!
Yesterday I watched ‘100 Osmonds’ on Oprah.
100 Osmonds, that is a lot of Osmonds in one place, it must have been quiet around town in Salt Lake City.
The first thing I noticed was what a good looking family they are, not just the Donny and Maries of the clan, not just the famous ones, but all of them. As Osmond after Osmond got off planes and boats and buses, they all looked so good!
Marie and Donny look fab, Donny will be 50 this year!
Marie has 8 kids. I repeat 8 kids and she looks AMAZING and you know what I forgot about Donny and Marie, they are really funny, especially Marie, she is some comedienne.
Their father just died and they went ahead with the show to pay tribute to and celebrate the life of a man whom they all adored, who had steered them right. I don’t recall drug scandals and rehab for the Osmonds, no Bill Crosby is the father of my baby tabloid headlines. Good wholesome family stuff.
I grew up watching the Donny and Marie show, and I loved them. well I loved Donny and I wanted to be Marie.
When she was 12 she released ‘Paper Roses’, which is the first single I ever bought with my own pocket money at the age of 9 and I remember it was 35 pence. I then took to standing on my parents big double bed with a hairbrush in hand practicing for the day when I would become Marie.
I sang ” I realise the way you rise to seat me…” until my dear Mum put me right.
My love for the Osmonds signalled a move forward for me. I gave up my lifelong dream of winning a pony from W.H. Smiths, I gave up setting up jumps in the garden and running around whacking myself on the leg with my homemade, from an Apple bough ‘crop’. I moved onto Twelfth of Never, and those teeth and those eyes!!
I moved onto bigger and better things, and though I entered the competition faithfully every week I never won an Osmond.