Saturday, 24 September 2011

Glee full

Thank goodness Glee has started again. I watch it with my kids and I absolutely adore it, especially the big numbers and anything that tugs at the heart. I'm a complete sucker for having my tears jerked and it doesn't take much to make me well up.
Last year's John Lewis ad (the new one for their TV department is fantastic too, but not such a tearjerker)...
Tulisa crying about her mum on X Factor last week...
The end of Dances With Wolves where Kev goes off into the snow with his Sioux wife (and was there a child too?). So corny, I know, but it had me in pieces. I told my kids that I'd cried all the way home after I saw that movie (it was really weird, I couldn't stop) and now they tease me mercilessly about it.
I'm unfortunately also known, now, at my daughter's school as the only mother who cried at the gymnastics display. I just found it terribly moving: the youthful endeavour, everyone working together, the joy of it all. Oh don't get me started again.
     I cried when I saw the coach drawing out of the school playground with the kids going on their week away at the field centre -- and it wasn't even either of my kids. I also cried when I was waiting for the train to London once and a special nostalgia train pulled in -- a steam train with everyone on board dressed up in Forties and Fifties outfits, going to Scarborough for the day. When it pulled away from the station it was like seeing a ghost train from the past and, oh dear, just the memory of it even now...
This week I also watched the Blur documentary, No Distance Left To Run which was very moving. Just to see how time and stresses had etched their mark on the band's faces. Damon and Alex were my idea of perfection when they were younger. Now they're still great but that fresh-faced look has inevitably gone. They talked so honestly about how their success made them crack up, and then, at the end, when they were on stage at Glastonbury and Damon wept ... well, you can imagine.
     When my kids tease me and come and leer at me to see if they can spot a tear glistening in the corner of my eye, I think, well at least I'm not completely hardhearted.
     (Most embarrassing welling-up: Nanci Griffith's 'Trouble in the Fields'. I know. But it gets me every time: 'You be the mule, I'll be the plough, come harvest time we'll work it out'.... oh, excuse me, I have to ...go and ... blow my nose...)

5 comments:

Bad Penny said...

Oh how funny.... I'm " crying with laughter " here !

Makeminemidcentury said...

I hear you, sista! Child One just said to me, "You're smiling. That's suspicious" ... so I'm not a happy-go-lucky woman.

And you know that video you posted a while back of Tove Jansson's island made me teary.

I did laugh at you crying at the kids going to camp and none of them were yours!

'Glee' sounds like a nice show to get my kids watching.

Kitsch and Curious Elsie said...

Awww, you soppy old thing! I sometimes cry at films, but nowhere near as often as Mr Kitsch! I'm sure it's a sign of imagination and sympathy, and nothing to be ashamed of, you big blubberer!!

Printed Material said...

Jane,
I'm in the same boat as you.I cry at films and all sorts of things. It's getting worse as I get older! I have not seen Glee and by the sounds of it I should steer clear. Anything with that feel good factor is sure to start me off!

Menopausalmusing said...

You great big softy.........