The lady in the picture will be known to only a few of you, but she is the subject of a project that will be running alongside my Corrie bar-maids book...
Her name is Marie Prevost... for a time she was one of Hollywood’s biggest stars of the silent era, but her descent and eventual demise were a combination of tragic and pitiful. Not a great deal of accurate information exists about the Canadian-born actress... but I’ll do my research,
try and unpick the fact from the fiction and see if anyone wants to read her story...
She was born Marie Dunn in 1896 (don’t believe everything you read on the internet); her mother (who had the unusual Christian name Hughina) was born in 1879 and today would have been her birthday...
And it’s also mine...
48 sounds old, feels old and bloody is old... As the cards dwindle, it doesn’t really feel like a day to celebrate... the “celebration” comes when Elaine puts her arms around me and I know that I’m sharing my life with someone really special. As I close in on my half century, I guess I’m lucky though... my children are living their lives in the “big wide world”... and doing well; my parents and my sister are all in good health and they’re never far away - and for sure I’m far happier now than when I turned forty.
Today will come and go... there might be another candle on the cake, but in reality nothing has changed from yesterday. Time to do a bit more writing... but not before I wish a happy birth-day to Hughina Dunn and to the following...
Anita Harris, Suzi Quatro, Wasim Akram, Yelena Isinbayeva, Rafael Nadal and Michelle Keegan... am I really the second-best pole-vaulter in that list?!!!
All my own work... almost.