Friday, September 02, 2005

I hate it when my friends become successful

So there I am, minding my own business, mooching about on the internet when I should be working, and what do I find? A certain lady named Laura Solon has gone and won the Perrier Award. Obviously, I'm a bit behind on this one, but bear with me. I knew a woman had won but I'd skim-read her name every time. It took till yesterday for me to realise that I went to primary school with this girl. In fact, not only did I go to primary school with her, I also entirely hero-worshipped her. It's nice to know I have good taste in school-girl crushes, but I really could have done without being reminded that at the age of 6 I wanted to be her. I've no idea if her show is any cop or not, but since I remember her as being hilarious, I'm guessing it is.

I did actually bump into her a few years back at a bum-crushingly embarrassing primary school reunion that my friend organised by accident (long story). She was quiet as a mouse and painfully thin, and I didn't pluck up the courage to speak to her.

As soon as I saw the news, I rang my friend (the one who organised the reunion by mistake) and caught up with her. She was on TV herself, in fact, last year. She was the only sane one in a show about Findhorn and she's still living there now, on the beach. While I laugh at the hippy dippy faery frollicking stuff that goes on there, I am actually rather jealous of her rural, idyllic existence. Which is why I took the opportunity to invite myself up there at the next available opportunity. Good old Laura Solon.