Nights in white satin ... oh how I love you
SETS THE CAT AMONG THE PIGEONS
I’LL be singing those words, once I discover where I can get them. The sheets that is. The satin sheets, for slipsliding away. Satin sheets are one of life’s great luxuries. They make you feel like a prince and you can slipslide to your heart’s content.
In summer, the satin sheets are cool to the touch and a boon to any people with tricky skin complaints. In winter, they take on your body heat, which makes them versatile.
Those for whom life is a walk in the Parkinson will testify that bed can be a most hostile environment, rather than a safe haven from the vicissitudes of life. The Parkynaut, you see, is cursed with an inability to turn over in bed.
But the good news is that one side of a sheet is shiny and the other side is matte, which will make sheets easier to put on for ‘clumsies’ like me. Could it be that the shiny and the matte finishes are the yin and yang of my life?
A fellow Parkynaut told me to try satin pyjamas. He guaranteed I would be able to cut ‘like a knife through butter’.
He gave me the heebie Jeebies. He triggered a flashback of my last gig as a solo artist. As a gimmick back then I was singing barefoot. The dance flooring in the Butler Arms served as a stage as well, and I ran on to find myself standing at the microphone in a pool of cold beer at which point my brain said, enough already.
Here’s a beauty tip. Rather than searching for the perfect hair care product to keep your hair looking sleek, use a satin pillowcase as it minimises hair matting and breakages.There are also some serious hygiene benefits, as you are less likely to have dust mites on satin sheets. Poor dust mites – the prospect of thousands of them being homeless all because some rich b***h wants to have slinky hair and satin sheets!
As ex-Hurricane Ophelia swept majestically from our air space, nature’s ability to sweep aside man’s best efforts could possibly be an indication that we are, in fact, the dust mites of the universe. A lot of people got fat on global warming, while homelessness and poverty still prevail to the detriment of the least fortunate.
As the Country song goes: ‘Satin sheets to lie on, satin pillows to cry on, still I’m not happy don’t you see... Big long Cadillac tailor made upon my back, still I want you to set me free...’
An old friend of mine passed away this week, his name was Peter Lawlor but he sang under the name Peter Law and fronted the Pacific Show. He had a great voice and was an attractive personality.
We cemented our relationship in Christmas 1971 when Peter and Maxi along with Barbara Dixon were stranded just outside of Boston. We took them in for Christmas Day and Peter never forgot it. He would ring me and talk about songs, and more than anything else he wanted to be a well-known songwriter.
Two years ago, his splendid song ‘Blind Faith’, sung by Richie Hayes, should have won the National Song Contest, and could quite possibly have won the Eurovision itself. Peter was part of the Lawlor family whose hotel was a landmark in Ireland in the ‘70s and ‘80s.
Go softly, buddy.