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Another year, another tear, another beer and a couple of T’s


“Even though we’ve changed and we’re all finding our own place in the world, we all know that when the tears fall or the smile spreads across our face, we’ll come to each other because no matter where this crazy world takes us, nothing will ever change so much to the point where we’re not all still friends.”

It’s Christmas time again (and Yule etc) but I like to think of this time of year mostly as ‘the season of goodwill to all men’, let’s bank it while we can and save some for the rest of the year when it’s in short supply.

“Love is saying ‘I feel differently’ instead of ‘You’re wrong.’”

My thoughts go out to those spending their time alone, as well as those duty bound to be with people they’d rather not.  There’s alcohol everywhere, and that brings to mind those who have made the brave decision to be sober, this must surely be the most difficult time of year for them (I salute your resolve and wish you well).

“Let us treat men and women well; treat them as if they were real. Perhaps they are”

There really is more to life I think than getting lashed; I’m an ‘all things in moderation’ kind of gal myself but I hasten to add that I’m not here to pass judgment on anyone else, we all have different needs and experiences that help shape us and how we enjoy our lives.

 “Don’t be too timid and squeamish about your actions, all life is an experiment. The more experiments you make the better”

There’s a lot of pressure on us these days from the media, they tell us we need to wear the right designer labels, drive the right car, have the right partner, own the right house etc. etc. etc. They tell us that if we don’t have these things, then we’re simply useless tossers who are pitifully lacking and show us how the ‘other half’ lives, to rub it in.

“Things are in the saddle and ride mankind”

I don’t see myself as ‘less than’ or ‘more than’, particularly not for such hollow reasons. We all have a choice to either consume the contents of the nosebag put in front of us and swallow it whole, or take another route to find our green pasture. Thoughts have much more power than we give them credit for and to let someone else tell you what yours are should be a crime.

“What lies behind us and what lies before us are small matters compared to what lies within us”

When it comes to following a herd I’ve never felt that was my personal journey, even if it meant that the ride was rougher and required more contemplation to go it alone. That doesn’t mean that I don’t want to own a nice house, or drive a flash car, enjoy wearing nice clothes or have the right kind of partner.  I also wouldn’t look down on (or up to) anyone else who does.

It’s a wonderful life if you can get it and of course one I wouldn’t mind but I don’t believe the acquisition or ownership of any of those things has anything to do with real worth. Considering I possess none of them I guess I’d be crying in my tea if I thought otherwise.

 cherub frame

“Death comes to all, but great achievements build a monument which shall endure until the sun grows cold”

On Tuesday I was at my Aunt Olive’s funeral, which was playing, unsurprisingly, to a packed house. She was 86 years old when she died, and had led a life of complete selflessness; much like the rest of her family (including my Mum) who went before her. She was my favourite and last living Aunt and I will miss visiting her very much, and tending to her roses for her in the summertime. She was a brave and courageous woman and an inspiration to me, not least because she was a single parent who brought up seven children after her husband ran off with another woman.

She made the best of everything and was always down to earth and welcoming, there was real heart in her home. She leaves not only my seven cousins, but grandchildren, great grandchildren and extended family and friends. She will be sorely missed by all and it’s the end of an era for the family. If any of the material things I mentioned earlier really were some kind of gauge of what’s most important in life, then perhaps my Aunt Olive (like me) would’ve rated quite low on the scale, yet not one of the people whose lives she touched is likely to ever forget her kindness, her humour, her smile or her gentle and understanding nature.

Aunt Olive xmas 2011

“Love and you shall be loved”

She was frail when I saw her in hospital the night before she died and she couldn’t speak, but she held my hand when I placed it in hers. She was a woman of few words anyway and had always spoken most by her deeds. It was easy to sit there and tell her why she’s so loved and why she had no cause to fear whatever was to come. She’d said a month or so ago that she was ‘ready to go’ and that she ‘wanted to spend this Christmas with her own family’, her brothers and sisters. I wouldn’t be surprised if she got her wish, she certainly earned that and much more. She also said that she wanted people to wear bright colours to her funeral and not to be miserable – I wore my leopard print coat; I think she would’ve approved. I consider myself very blessed to have had her in my life for so long. When I think about it, she was also one of the very few people who didn’t bat an eyelid when she saw my now famous haircut; I told her on her deathbed just how much it meant to me that she hadn’t judged me when so many others had.

“That which we persist in doing becomes easier for us to do; not that the nature of the thing itself is changed, but that our power to do is increased”

 I want to thank those of you who have dropped by the Dotty Rebel Store and ordered the new Soo Catwoman shirts, we’re pleased to hear that some of you have them already.

swindledSwindled for Rock ‘n’ Roll’ was an inspired idea that came to me in the middle of the night a few weeks ago. I had scribbled in pencil on a scrap of paper by my bedside so I wouldn’t forget to tell Dion about it in the morning. When I told her she thought it was a great idea and set to work to make it happen.

“Art is a jealous mistress”

  Every night after getting home from her day job she worked on the designs, also coming up with the ‘Viva La Cat’ idea. I think they’re great t shirts, I’d go so far as to say that I think they’re our best yet ;).

I’m looking forward to seeing photos of youviva wearing your shirts on Facebook. Please share your pictures with us and don’t be a stranger. We apologise that the shirts weren’t ready earlier (in time for Christmas) but there has been so much going on, as I’m sure you can imagine.

I hope it won’t take me a year to write another blog! Be well and happy in 2013. You can leave a comment below. I’d be grateful if you could start it with ‘Dear Soo’ since WordPress seems to get its fair share of spam comments and it will help me sort through them. All the very best to you!

Soo x :)

(All quotes in italics by Ralph Waldo Emerson).

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Spot The Difference!

This is a picture of me taken in 1976 by Ray Stevenson ————–>

<—This is a picture of Judy Croll (according to IMDB’s information on the movie ‘The Great Rock ‘n’ Roll Swindle’). My image was stolen in order to pass Judy off as me in that film.

Why is it that *some* people still think this was me?  I know many of you reading this probably don’t but there are those out there who still do.  Shem tells me that he’s noticed that people often post this girl’s naked pic on their blogs, stating that it’s me – IT’S NOT ME!!

I may have sneered now and then, but poor Judy looks downright humiliated! Why would anyone want to perpetuate that agony by reposting this pic? Being filmed naked at the impressionable age of 14 may well be something she might not now be so proud of, assuming she’s still around, and even if not I hope she has more than this to be remembered for.

If you look at Judy’s facial features you will see that her bone structure is completely different to mine, as is the shape of her face.  The make up itself is a pretty shoddy attempt too, then when you check the hair, not only is the hairline completely different but this version of my haircut is really pretty crappy. Judy’s forehead is much more square than my own and her face is much thinner. You also may have noticed in close up pictures that I have a scar on my forehead, which can confirm which pictures are of me. I’m sure you all know that I got a barber to shave the middle of my hair off at his shop in Ealing, West London, so the film implying that my hairdo was all Malcolm’s idea and cut by Helen is ridiculous. Even Judy’s flat chest should have given it away and I’m not sure how I can be confused with someone with no chest at all. Of course at 14, some people don’t yet have a chest to boast about and my beef is not with Judy in any of this, I think she was used. I don’t understand why a 14 year old was put in that position in the first place though, or why she seems to be covered in bruises! These days such things would be considered child porn, which may have had something to do with the digital addition of underwear on the video release.

As a mother myself I can’t understand how anyone would want to manipulate a minor in this way, let alone do so in my name! So if you think that movie was ‘cool’ and see nothing wrong with it then I sincerely hope you don’t have daughters, or that you watch it just for the Sid clips. I have never been able to work out why a 14 year old child was chosen to play me in the first place, since I was 22 years old in 1976. More to the point is the fact that I have never been photographed naked, which means that the portrayal had nothing to do with me (or reality) AT ALL, even though my image was stolen and sold down the river (once again with no financial gain for me whatsoever) we were both used.

I don’t think I’m a prude and if you just happen to feel great about being photographed nude (and you are not underage) then that’s fine with me, but for me to be portrayed in this way as someone I’m not has caused me and my family a lot of grief. It’s also been pretty annoying all these years for my kids. Their schoolfriends used to find that photograph attached to my name and if it was embarrassing to me, it was more embarrassing to them to have to explain it. Who’d choose to be mistaken for a mouldable child who was used (and possibly abused) for the titilation of grown men who were old enough to know better? Not me. It might be something that would make some people happy in their search for 15 minutes’ fame – for me it’s a huge insult.

So if you write a blog and mention me in it, please check that any pictures you include are actually of me. I’ve noticed that many people also don’t bother to include the name of the photographer and it’s just common courtesy to do so, if nothing else. Most of them were taken by either Ray Stevenson or Bob Gruen. If in your blog you discuss the film ‘The Great Rock N Roll Swindle’ then it had nothing to do with me (or reality) and the only way any mention of me would belong there at all is if you wanted to point to this blog to help me get the word out.

I do wonder where Judy’s mum was in all this?  You’d think she must’ve been aware at some point what her daughter was up to? I know I would never have let Dion do anything like this at such a tender age. If she decided to do it now at 23 (25 now!) of course she’d have my full support and that would be her own choice because she’s an adult and can make her own decisions.

I’ve had to crop the above image of Judy in order to post it since I don’t want to circulate the full shot, but if you should come across the naked picture of Judy anywhere attached to my name or not, please do me a favour and report it as inappropriate. Perhaps if it’s claiming she’s me you could point out to the poster that they have it wrong – I’d be grateful. I like to think she would be too. I’m sure if Judy’s out there somewhere that she may not want to be reminded of this unfortunate time in her life, she could even be a mother herself by now.

While we’re on this subject, a friend of a friend bought a Jamie Reid poster for him costing a cool £900 on Ebay. It was advertised as an art print of a photograph of ‘Soo Catwoman’. When he recieved it though, it was actually a photo of Judy’s face, so perhaps Jamie didn’t even know who I was? The friend sent it to Dion and myself after we offered to deface it for him and he now feels much better about framing and displaying it. Here it is:

  martin's judy poster

Ah that’s better ^ this is the REAL Soo Catwoman ;)

-Soo :x)

PS: punk webmasters, please sort your tags out. Debbie Juvenile and her bondage pics have nothing to do with me either, why is my name on them?

(Note: The name of the actress mentioned in this blog is taken from the IMDB database and is not something I feel any need to discuss further,  beyond what is already here written on the subject. Comments are now closed. Thank you.)