I would like to thank Richard Goudie (R.I.P.) and Annie Harrison Goudie (R.I.P.) for producing my beloved wife Mary (not pictured here).
http://www.maybole.org/community/citizens/profiles/goudie/dick.htm
Starting at the bottom or end-bit: This morning I emailled a cyberfriend (meaning, whom I haven't met in person nor seen the face of except on what I think is a sidieways photo of same individual but knowing what goes on on the net it could be a concocted image, nevertheless, a very good awesome friend) this bit of text which I paste below. However, having thought about it I decided to Blog it now:
Btw: Just now, today, is the 34th anniversary of officialy meeting my
wife Mary. It was the Spring Equinox and now Spring has sprung again.
The sky here in Lisbon is completely clear and the Stars are all up (it's 5 AM for now). I think I
spot Orion's Belt (Isis in the sky). The Sun came out to play and warmed up the river moisture into a misty fog that occasionaly spoils the atmosphere but gives the bridge an extra special effect (clouds under it).
We met at a Funky/black club in Praed Steet, Paddington (I think),
in London (if I remember the street name) and It was the old "your place
or mine" bit but as I lived in Streatham, we went to hers in Chelsea's
Embankment Gardens for breakfast. I think she ended up cooking in the
raw (naked), lol. We married a year and a bit later in 1977. The funny
part is that we are still married.
It's a wonder that I didn't walk out with a "black chic" (I had met Chaka Khan a year earlier, in 1975, when I interviewed her for a Westindian rag, "Westindian World", whe she was tiny and thin) or is it a wonder that Mary didn't walk out with a hunky black-boy, lol, which she always fancied secretly (or not so secretly). I played music with two Jamaican guys with my band The Warm, so I was going to black clubs like the Iroko Crountry Club weekly for a "residency" (no chicks though, only work for me to practice my guitar and singing skills with the odd blues harp blowing à la Bob Dylan and John Mayal).
Tips?
We are complete opposites, so the Gods/Source gave us the chance to meet on the Equinox to balance things up. She likes the cold and I like the heat. I think back to front (so she says) and she starts at the tail-end of things. I break, she builds. She doesn't like sex, I do, or is it the other way around? She likes it but not with me or is it that I would like it with someone else? LOL ? She talks, I look away, I talk and she is in a hurry. She likes History (I hate the subject, my teacher looked like a mummy/skeleton), she likes art and I am into music. I am thin, she's more "chunky". I was a Hip Hop pioneer in Portugal, she was an Aerobics pioneer instructor, the first in Lisbon. These are complete opposites as it was only cool to break-dance in 1984 (Jane Fonda's Workout was sissy). She keeps doors open to ventilate and I think that's a big draft. I fan her she burns up. I am Vatta, she is Pitta (ayurvedic jargon about contrasting types). When my biorythms are low, she wakes up. I wanna go, she goes for a snooze (nap). I want to go out, she wants to stay in and watch TV. She's raring to go and I am still in the kitchen cooking for myself (no she doesn't cook, she taught me how to do it). She likes packaged food and I have to get all the ingredients, cut them up and prepare them all before I can eat. We can't work together, it takes a "crisis" to sit down at the same table to discuss the same job (with a roaring match).
Marriage bliss? So we met in the Spring of 1976 before the blossoming of the New Wave. We tried it for a year or so living together and when Punk Rock was exploding at it's peak, we decided to get married. Thank God we both said no to kids, we didn't want to produce any Punk-Rock-Monsters (we leave that to the Ga Ga Lady - soon come). I liked sound, she liked vision, so we compromised and I took her to all the rock concerts for her to take pictures of the great Ramones, Blondie, Tina Turner, Buzzcocks, Slaughter & the Dogs, The Damned (no not the Sex Pistols, they only cocked-up their shows), Chelsea, The Clash (yes), Motorhead (heavy Metal), X-Ray Spex, down to the Roxy Club in London's Covent Garden, Sham 69, O.M.G., the list is endless. What would an artistic BA (bachelor of arts) girl be doing in places like that? We went to "ligs" with the famous upstarts like Sting (from The Police), Cherry Vanilla and other notorious or unkown folk. She drank (no she is not a drunk) and I abstained or had apple juice (a Scot always a Scot but I am Portuguese). I like the beach and the Sun but she likes the cool country side (in the shade and cold area preferably). I like the sea and sand and guess what? We never go there! She hates the stuff (grains of sand freak her out).
Ok, get the picture?
So what's the secret to still be together after all these years?
Choose your opposite type (Yin & Yang) and you'll be allright if you don't murder each other in the meantime. Tao is the way! No she doesn't do Tai Chi either, nor Pilates but she started on Yoga from an early adolessence. I can't mediate for long and my brain won't stop long enough for yoga to set in.
We seem to be both keen on Egyptology but she only told me all about it when I was forced to go to Luxor to bury the past with the reminder that my dogs no longer lived except in my heart. Yeah, Anubi and Amon plus Lucrecia (Dobbermans) and that my dearly beloved in-laws left us alone also. I loved my mother-in-law but I didn't say it till now!
What would it be like if you both loved the same food and the same drink, the same entertainment and the same holiday places? You'd want everything for yourself, wouldn't you?! So share the good and the bad. I am not trying to teach anyone anything but I am trying to solve the mistery of our prolonged (thank God) relationship when nowadays, Hollywood dictates that you change partners like you change shirts.
I don't usually write about private lifestyles (mine) but this time I felt an urge to expand about it on my blog. I like to write. I was told by a "psychic" (not a psychiatrist, ha ha) that I had past lives in Egypt as a "scribe" for which I was jailed in Philae Island and died (various times, in various lifes, can you believe it?). Maybe? :) I am a writer not a fighter!
And with the Sun shinning out there today, the first day of Spring of 2010, the 21st of March, I bid you farewell and wish you many sunny days with your loved one(s), as I am writting this in Mary's office which has no direct sunlight, it is cold and I must be "masochistic to be in right now at the computer typing away like mad). I will soon put a stop to this and go get a suntan.
Peace on you brothers and sisters... and yes I am a thin White Dude! .)
Rui (pronouced Rooee)
Lisboa
Portugal
EUROPA
I am a little lost with this but are you saying the government wants a record of this?
That is terribly wrong Rui!
But I love that you accept everyone as they are <3
Wonderfully written Rui. Thank you so much for taking the time to express yourself so clearly.
I honestly think the computers have also sapped the police, and they are not doing the bidding of these absurd tyrant infants.
If they were capable of communicating on a computer with others they would quickly become happy, and stop trying to force others to take care of them, and do all the work for them.
Have a wonderful day in Lisbon, and let everyone know your feelings in portugal, and have the law changed immediately. Laws can be changed as quickly as they are made.
People need to agree for them to be actual laws, no matter what others on tv pretend.
Wow! i AM GLAD i AM BRINGING PEACE TO THIS SITE! (oh s*it, lol, I accidently capped the locks or locked the caps, ha ha ha).
Good night Fairy, in case you go while I am going out to get the sunshine quickly! 2AM Oztralia!
mwah (to FPM)
Rui
Thanks for the Retweets:
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R. I. P. Freddy Mercury