"She must be really keen on you!"
This is what the hyperactive and rather chatty man said from behind the gas station counter as my mother paid for her bottle of orange juice and my bottle of water. What can I really say? He thought that we were an item... that I was her toy boy! Well of course mum does look great but all the same.... she is my mother and it is rather strange to know that people think we are 'together'. Of course she is torn between being flattered and a little embarassed.... it isn't good for her street cred after all! We have been getting used to it though as anyone we talk to seems to presume that we are an item.
The first time this happened was when I was fourteen and the owner of a Spanish restaurant in Marbella was overheard by my mother saying...
"I think it's disgusting that these older women go and pick up these young men from the beach"
...it would have been subtle had she kept her voice down by a few decibells and refrained from twitching her head in our direction! Good on you mum.... noone believes you could have a son of my age clearly.
Our cruise back to Los Angeles was uneventful, broken only by my determination to stop off at Peggy Sue's 1950s diner on Route 66. The scruffy old joint was good fun... packed with memorabilia and photographs of the celebrities that good ol' Peggy has insisted on having her photo taken with. And after following some long and complicated directions without the aid of a map we finally pulled up outside my aunt and uncle's cute wooden cottage near the sea at Redondo Beach.
Carol has known my mother since their childhood days in Cheshire and she is a Hollywood make-up artist. Her husband, Cal, is a Lighting Director born and raised in LA. All sorts of stories creep into converstaion about the actors and directors they have worked with. On our arrival the table was already laid and a gin and tonic was soon in my hand. Cal cooked a fantastic rack of lamb.... the joy of home cooking!!!
After supper I had arranged to meet a friend I had met in New York. Little did I know that it was a 50 mile round trip to West Hollywood!!!
This is what the hyperactive and rather chatty man said from behind the gas station counter as my mother paid for her bottle of orange juice and my bottle of water. What can I really say? He thought that we were an item... that I was her toy boy! Well of course mum does look great but all the same.... she is my mother and it is rather strange to know that people think we are 'together'. Of course she is torn between being flattered and a little embarassed.... it isn't good for her street cred after all! We have been getting used to it though as anyone we talk to seems to presume that we are an item.
The first time this happened was when I was fourteen and the owner of a Spanish restaurant in Marbella was overheard by my mother saying...
"I think it's disgusting that these older women go and pick up these young men from the beach"
...it would have been subtle had she kept her voice down by a few decibells and refrained from twitching her head in our direction! Good on you mum.... noone believes you could have a son of my age clearly.
Our cruise back to Los Angeles was uneventful, broken only by my determination to stop off at Peggy Sue's 1950s diner on Route 66. The scruffy old joint was good fun... packed with memorabilia and photographs of the celebrities that good ol' Peggy has insisted on having her photo taken with. And after following some long and complicated directions without the aid of a map we finally pulled up outside my aunt and uncle's cute wooden cottage near the sea at Redondo Beach.
Carol has known my mother since their childhood days in Cheshire and she is a Hollywood make-up artist. Her husband, Cal, is a Lighting Director born and raised in LA. All sorts of stories creep into converstaion about the actors and directors they have worked with. On our arrival the table was already laid and a gin and tonic was soon in my hand. Cal cooked a fantastic rack of lamb.... the joy of home cooking!!!
After supper I had arranged to meet a friend I had met in New York. Little did I know that it was a 50 mile round trip to West Hollywood!!!
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