Lola Montez or or or or or

Hello,
Earlier today I asked my merry band of readers for comments and inspiration and I'm happy to note the call was heeded by the army no less. Well not all of it obviously. I'm led to understand they have more important matters than my blog to deal with at present -the poor things! Anyway thank-you to the Universal Soldier for suggesting the topic of this post:

'...If you could be any person alive or dead for one day who would you be?'

Well I gave this matter a fair bit of thought and I'm sad to report I wasn't able to come up with anything to rival the response of anonymous at the post below:

'The Marquis de Sade trapped in Marilyn Monroe's body.'

Oh how I wish I'd said that first but I didn't and that is my lot in life just now. So without further ado I shall get to the point and answer our military chum. OK actually with one further ado, then I promise I'll get to the bloody point. If there are any bloggers reading that have not already linked to the Universal Soldier can they please do so now. It is a fine blog. I like it and in my view there is no higher recommendation.

Phew! Post 175 from the top.

I've spent a couple of hours hemming and hawing about who I'd like to be for a day and I've come up with not one but a few people. I know, I know my middle name should be excess but it isn't it's Clare after the 'Poor Clares' a woeful order of nuns that my mother once aspired to join. Why in the name of all that is sacred and holy a well meaning parent would name her daughter after a shower of self denying zealots is a mystery to me, particularly when one considers how I've turned out. If it had been down to me I'd have been called Sybil, Stella or any other name that conjures up the image of a bare legged woman standing on a street corner in an imitation fur coat. God I've wandered again haven't I?

First up I'd like to be Lola Montez at her peak not before and certainly not after when she got all holy and repentant. Lola was a marvel. She invented the erotic 'Tarantula Dance' which I think is marvellous. If I were asked to come up with a tarantula dance I'd just leap about yelping 'get it off me' and 'help', but I'm led to understand Lola's version was a bit sexy. She carried a bullwhip at all times which I intend to do once my life meets my expectations or once I get really, really mad at the awful puritanism in my workplace. When I'm in charge all female workplaces will be illegal. To return to Lola Montez who was just a tad more glamorous than a Glaswegian charity worker. She was- really! Later on Lola caused mayhem in Bavaria as the kings mistress and acquired a bulldog to protect herself from the baying mob only to make matters ten times worse when said bulldog bit a Jesuit's arse. She was also the inspiration for the expression 'whatever Lola wants, Lola gets' something which I think we all aspire to. Hmmm whatever Clairwil wants, Clairwil gets.....I wish I was in Kansas.....Oh shit was I dreaming. Oh well thwarted again.

Anyway must dash I have to see some Greeks for a vigorous discussion. Tune in tomorrow to see who else I'd like to be.

Cheerio