Ohh, my Nephew Michael likes this one, what with him being in a pop group and reciting his poetry out of his published book and all that. He thinks that he is a proper star, he does. The only thing is, that he ruddy well isn’t, apart from in his own minds eyes of course. And that’s what this card is trying to tell you. There is something that you reckon that you are pretty good at, and you might just be letting it go to your head. Watch your step. Pride comes before a fall.
That’s not to say you shouldn’t enjoy doing the things that you are good at. Just don’t take it for granted that everyone else will have the same opinion of your abilities as you do. My Raymond’s brother Cyril always fancied that he was a dab hand at the mouth organ. He ruddy wasn’t. He could only play one tune and that was “D’ye ken John Peel (with his coat so gay?)” and he couldn’t even play that properly without making little grunting noises and all dribble going down his chin.
That was just a party piece though. He never seriously fancied a life on the stage or anything. Not like our Michael. I’m sure he thinks that he’s the real deal. Like that Bonio out of U ruddy 2. The thing with these pop stars, is that before they know where they are they start believing that they don’t have to obey the same rules as anybody else. Then they are running around without any clothes on spilling their drinks all over the place willy nilly, and driving their cars into swimming pools. Not that our Michael has ever done that, but he did reverse his Citroen Picasso into one of them metal bollards at ASDA once. He cracked his ruddy back bumper. And I blame his obsession with pop music. He was probably thinking about doing pop concerts rather than where he was going. Typical.
Four things that you might do this week (i) Take up a musical instrument, if you haven’t already. If you have, try a different one. The humble mouthorgan is a good place to start. Don’t borrow anyone else’s though. One Christmas, I had a go at blowing on Cyril’s organ and when I sucked it all tobacco flavoured drool came out of it and into my mouth. Disgusting! (ii) Have a night in on your own, or with a very close friend, and behave like a pop star. Take all of your clothes off and have a few drinks in the niff. Remember to draw the curtains and turn the heating up though. What goes on in the privacy of your front room should not be viewed by any Tom Dick or Harry passing by outside. (iii) Do something that you think you are good at. Don’t worry too much about what other people might think. Just don’t get too big headed, imagining that they might think that you are really good. On the other hand, don’t hide your light under a bushel. Whatever one of them is when its all at home (iv) If you do drive to the supermarket, concentrate on your driving. And Don’t Forgrt to use your ruddy mirrors.