THE PURPLE WEARERS BOOK CLUB
It's here at long last. The online book club / reading group idea which was conceived by myself and my Kiwi friend Ali is now up and running. The web site is great and is courtesy of a "techie" friend of Ali. The name is all Ali's own and I think it is great. Her inspiration comes from the poem "Warning" by Jenny Joseph.
The clubs tag line is: A book club for fantastically talented, intelligent, like minded people who enjoy books and discussing litertaure.
If anyone is interested in joining us then please let me know and I will see if Ali can send you an invitation. Unfortunately you do have to wait to be invited, as, in the words of Gina, " We are, after all, an exclusive club here. We can't have any old riff raff you know."!!!
Seriously, if you love reading and would like to join us then please get in touch. We are only just starting out so we are making it up as we go along. Now for those people who don't know the poem that inspired our name ......................and for those that do and love it..................here it is:
WHEN I AM AN OLD WOMAN I SHALL WEAR PURPLE
With a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we've no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick the flowers in other people's gardens
And learn to spit
With a red hat which doesn't go, and doesn't suit me.
And I shall spend my pension on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals, and say we've no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I'm tired
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells
And run my stick along the public railings
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
I shall go out in my slippers in the rain
And pick the flowers in other people's gardens
And learn to spit
You can wear terrible shirts and grow more fat
And eat three pounds of sausages at a go
Or only bread and pickle for a week
And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes
And eat three pounds of sausages at a go
Or only bread and pickle for a week
And hoard pens and pencils and beermats and things in boxes
But now we must have clothes that keep us dry
And pay our rent and not swear in the street
And set a good example for the children.
We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.
And pay our rent and not swear in the street
And set a good example for the children.
We must have friends to dinner and read the papers.
But maybe I ought to practice a little now?
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.
So people who know me are not too shocked and surprised
When suddenly I am old, and start to wear purple.
Taken from the book
When I Am An Old Woman I Shall Wear Purple
Editd by Sandra Martz
Papier Mache Press--Watsonville, California 1987
When I Am An Old Woman I Shall Wear Purple
Editd by Sandra Martz
Papier Mache Press--Watsonville, California 1987
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