Tuesday, March 28, 2006
Monday, March 27, 2006
The best thing I have done this year...
About ten minutes ago i did something that made me so happy, that when I old Dave about it, tears welled up in my eyes and my voice shook with emotion. He did not share my passion as to the exact event but was really positive and happy for me and stated that he couldnt wait to be by my side.
Through sheer luck, events have unfolded that make me believe (even more than I already do) that I either have incredible magical powers or that I am a God. Either way, i'm pretty incredible.
WHAT IS IT? you demand
Well, yesterday I had a thought about a particular female singer who I am particularly fond of. And I thought - hell, she's had an album out in the last 6 months, maybe she is touring. She is one of those few artists who, on the release of a new album, I make a special effort for by putting it in my diary and making sure that within the week I am listening to and learning it. One of those people who I have included in the ten artists in all of history to play at my post-death, benefit concert. The lady that Mez and I, in a beer-fuelled Exeter conversation, declared we world fly anywhere in Australia, anywhere in the world, to go an see. Because this lady has not toured outside the since 1998.
So in a series of freak accident I have found myself the holder of.....
two tickets: Front Row, Centre of the balcony:
concert title: An intimite Evening with Fiona Apple
So Mez, if you can make it here for April 11, I will hold true to our pact.
Through sheer luck, events have unfolded that make me believe (even more than I already do) that I either have incredible magical powers or that I am a God. Either way, i'm pretty incredible.
WHAT IS IT? you demand
Well, yesterday I had a thought about a particular female singer who I am particularly fond of. And I thought - hell, she's had an album out in the last 6 months, maybe she is touring. She is one of those few artists who, on the release of a new album, I make a special effort for by putting it in my diary and making sure that within the week I am listening to and learning it. One of those people who I have included in the ten artists in all of history to play at my post-death, benefit concert. The lady that Mez and I, in a beer-fuelled Exeter conversation, declared we world fly anywhere in Australia, anywhere in the world, to go an see. Because this lady has not toured outside the since 1998.
So in a series of freak accident I have found myself the holder of.....
two tickets: Front Row, Centre of the balcony:
concert title: An intimite Evening with Fiona Apple
So Mez, if you can make it here for April 11, I will hold true to our pact.
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
The Joys of Spring
Last night when I left the office at about 6.30 in the evening, I happened across something that put a little jump in my step. It was still light outside.
Its, a simple thing, yes. And one that I never thought I would appreciate fully as so little of what I do is determined by the brightness of the outside world.
But for the longest time - in my estimation since November - it has been dark when I leave the building to go home. During December it I would see it turn dark at 4pm from my office window. It all seemed so depressing. Now I realise that when people talk of London's miserable winter, they are not necessarily talking of the cold (cos really - it's not that bad - I'd take this weather over Adelaide's miserable, constant rain any day), but rather of the fact that there was no sunshine, no daylight and everything becomes so very, very, hopelessly dreary.
(with the exception of Oxford street on the week before Christmas which could be the happiest place on earth)
So there it is: Simple: More daylight makes me happier.
Plus there are daffodils in my formerly icy garden, and they are in my top 5 flowers (cos we all have top 5 flower lists).
THIS WEEKEND:
Dave is off to the football tonight (Chelsea v Newcastle FA Cup 1/4 Final) and then heads to Turkey at 5am tomorrow morning to do something. I'm not sure what, but I assume it is work-related. Better not be whores again.
Heather is off to Dublin this coming weekend to stay with Georgia and Pete. The three of us have entry tickets to the Guinness factory and Pete suggests that we get there at 9.30am to make the most of it. Which sounds like an excellent idea.
ADVICE:
I'm trying to Plan a 10 day trip that me and my sister (liv) will be doing in June and I thought it would be really good if I could get some ideas or suggestions or memories from any of you who have visited those places - (email: heatheranders@hotmail.com ) The plan is to take the train from London to Paris (2 nights in Paris) then from Paris to Munich (2 nights in Munich including the Brazil v Aus World Cup match). Then fly from Munich to the Greek Islands. It would be really good to get some feedback on which islands we should go to (even spread of party and relaxation I think)
xxH
Its, a simple thing, yes. And one that I never thought I would appreciate fully as so little of what I do is determined by the brightness of the outside world.
But for the longest time - in my estimation since November - it has been dark when I leave the building to go home. During December it I would see it turn dark at 4pm from my office window. It all seemed so depressing. Now I realise that when people talk of London's miserable winter, they are not necessarily talking of the cold (cos really - it's not that bad - I'd take this weather over Adelaide's miserable, constant rain any day), but rather of the fact that there was no sunshine, no daylight and everything becomes so very, very, hopelessly dreary.
(with the exception of Oxford street on the week before Christmas which could be the happiest place on earth)
So there it is: Simple: More daylight makes me happier.
Plus there are daffodils in my formerly icy garden, and they are in my top 5 flowers (cos we all have top 5 flower lists).
THIS WEEKEND:
Dave is off to the football tonight (Chelsea v Newcastle FA Cup 1/4 Final) and then heads to Turkey at 5am tomorrow morning to do something. I'm not sure what, but I assume it is work-related. Better not be whores again.
Heather is off to Dublin this coming weekend to stay with Georgia and Pete. The three of us have entry tickets to the Guinness factory and Pete suggests that we get there at 9.30am to make the most of it. Which sounds like an excellent idea.
ADVICE:
I'm trying to Plan a 10 day trip that me and my sister (liv) will be doing in June and I thought it would be really good if I could get some ideas or suggestions or memories from any of you who have visited those places - (email: heatheranders@hotmail.com ) The plan is to take the train from London to Paris (2 nights in Paris) then from Paris to Munich (2 nights in Munich including the Brazil v Aus World Cup match). Then fly from Munich to the Greek Islands. It would be really good to get some feedback on which islands we should go to (even spread of party and relaxation I think)
xxH
Friday, March 17, 2006
Things I Love About London #23
Every morning and every evening of every workday I spend an hour in total on the London Underground, in busy carriages, slowly making my way to and from work. In the year I have been doing this, I have never seen the same person twice.
Corrections
It has become apparent that a few corrections need to be made to my previous 'Ramblings' post where I singled out all the loyal readers of this website.
Firstly, my mum does read the website every week (why not daily?) and it was unfair to single her out as a member of Suckland. It is far more appropriate to put my dad on that list, as he is of the 'School of Mez' - barely able to turn a computer on (apparently this has imporoved in recent years, but I prefer to remember the confused, angry computer-user of a few years back). Mum did however, mention that she struggles to get very far in each of my posts, as the spelling is so bad....
Secondly - I left 'Han Solo' off the list of loyal wesite viewers and this was wrong. I dont think anyone has put more comments on this site than them. However - I am somewhat confused by who, or what, Han Solo is. I suspect that most times it is my Canadian friend Patty, but the fact remains that my other Canuk friend Graeme, co-hosts the Han Solo site, so it could be him. So I wasn't exactly sure which name to add to the list, (see me wriggle my way out of this one)....and then my head exploded.
Anyhoo... that is pretty much all. For now. Im going to go mad on the photos this weekend and hopefully put another bunch on. You never know.... it could be you.....
xxH
Firstly, my mum does read the website every week (why not daily?) and it was unfair to single her out as a member of Suckland. It is far more appropriate to put my dad on that list, as he is of the 'School of Mez' - barely able to turn a computer on (apparently this has imporoved in recent years, but I prefer to remember the confused, angry computer-user of a few years back). Mum did however, mention that she struggles to get very far in each of my posts, as the spelling is so bad....
Secondly - I left 'Han Solo' off the list of loyal wesite viewers and this was wrong. I dont think anyone has put more comments on this site than them. However - I am somewhat confused by who, or what, Han Solo is. I suspect that most times it is my Canadian friend Patty, but the fact remains that my other Canuk friend Graeme, co-hosts the Han Solo site, so it could be him. So I wasn't exactly sure which name to add to the list, (see me wriggle my way out of this one)....and then my head exploded.
Anyhoo... that is pretty much all. For now. Im going to go mad on the photos this weekend and hopefully put another bunch on. You never know.... it could be you.....
xxH
Wednesday, March 15, 2006
Tuesday, March 14, 2006
Ramblings etc.
When people read this blog they normally they tell me that I’m a bit brilliant. They say ‘Heather. You are a brilliant, funny, gorgeous almost 25-year old. You are so incredibly talented and we want to see more of you. And not just in the blog-sphere, but ‘out there’. We want to turn on the radio to hear your witticisms, open a magazine to your cynical diatribes. Turn on the TV and see your winning smile’.
So it’s no surprise that for a little while I’ve fancied the idea of starting a book of some sort. Not necessarily a book, maybe just some words that have more ambition than the drivel I put on here. So lately I have taken to writing down things that amuse me. Originally I started that list for the purpose of this blog, but some of those ideas are almost too good to be wasted on yo…. this medium.
I will even admit that a few times I have sat down with the explicit ambition to sow the seeds of my forthcoming opus. And it has hit me that my ability to create wholly new and unusual characters or original situations and story lines is *cough* not that great *cough*. I appear to be incapable of moving much beyond thinly-veiled caricatures of people I know and situations that are familiar…..
So what have we learnt? Be very, very nice to me because very soon you could see an ugly caricature of yourselves nominated for an academy award.
(and what has Heather learnt? That she wants a laptop. More than anything, she wants her very own shiny, new laptop. Oh why or why are people like Mez, who cant even turn it on, given one?)
So it’s no surprise that for a little while I’ve fancied the idea of starting a book of some sort. Not necessarily a book, maybe just some words that have more ambition than the drivel I put on here. So lately I have taken to writing down things that amuse me. Originally I started that list for the purpose of this blog, but some of those ideas are almost too good to be wasted on yo…. this medium.
I will even admit that a few times I have sat down with the explicit ambition to sow the seeds of my forthcoming opus. And it has hit me that my ability to create wholly new and unusual characters or original situations and story lines is *cough* not that great *cough*. I appear to be incapable of moving much beyond thinly-veiled caricatures of people I know and situations that are familiar…..
So what have we learnt? Be very, very nice to me because very soon you could see an ugly caricature of yourselves nominated for an academy award.
(and what has Heather learnt? That she wants a laptop. More than anything, she wants her very own shiny, new laptop. Oh why or why are people like Mez, who cant even turn it on, given one?)
Monday, March 06, 2006
In Oz
Well the past few weeks have flown by much quicker than I would have liked and I find myself faced with the prospect that tomorrow is my last day in Australia. For a long time.
And I won't dwell on that too much as there is plenty of time on the plane to do that (Although how well this blasé attitude will hold remains to be seen. Even though we parted with a light-hearted ‘See You Soon’, seeing the back of Lachy’s car caused a sand cloud to sweep through and my eyes watered and my voice sob. And the forecast for random sand clouds is higher than normal).
Anyhoo.
Well there is a lot to write here and detail required that I don’t have time to put on right now. For example: In Adelaide I have been to a wedding, a football match, to Goolwa, hosted a BBQ, Fringe Nights, Curry nights. Plus there was my whirlwind tour of Canada. PLUS there are the trips to Amsterdam, the Soccer Game etc. etc. I am mighty behind.
Well, when I get back to London with my zero cash, I will resign myself to nights in front of the computer.
Anyway. Its an absolutely incredible day and I’m inside which is not very smart of me. But before I go I just want to give ‘Props’ to a few people that actually look at my website. Because it has become painfully apparent that almost nobody does.
The best people in the world are :
Georgia
Pete
Nadine
Ginny
Buffy
People who I have not mentioned, suck ass more than the suckiest asses in suckland. (Where Ben Seamark is a god). Sure, I would like to not put my father in that category, but hey…. To not live in Suckland you would have to read my blog and it’s pretty apparent that besides those mentioned above, the only time anyone else looks at this site is when there threatens to be photos of themselves on it. Or if there is a potential story about terrorist bombs. You sick, sick people.
(If I have accidentally missed any names of people that do read this site I apologise and if you tell me otherwise I will endeavor to add your name like those illustrious people illustrated above. And I will send you a showbag.)
Anyway – Must Go. Sunshine to catch…
And I won't dwell on that too much as there is plenty of time on the plane to do that (Although how well this blasé attitude will hold remains to be seen. Even though we parted with a light-hearted ‘See You Soon’, seeing the back of Lachy’s car caused a sand cloud to sweep through and my eyes watered and my voice sob. And the forecast for random sand clouds is higher than normal).
Anyhoo.
Well there is a lot to write here and detail required that I don’t have time to put on right now. For example: In Adelaide I have been to a wedding, a football match, to Goolwa, hosted a BBQ, Fringe Nights, Curry nights. Plus there was my whirlwind tour of Canada. PLUS there are the trips to Amsterdam, the Soccer Game etc. etc. I am mighty behind.
Well, when I get back to London with my zero cash, I will resign myself to nights in front of the computer.
Anyway. Its an absolutely incredible day and I’m inside which is not very smart of me. But before I go I just want to give ‘Props’ to a few people that actually look at my website. Because it has become painfully apparent that almost nobody does.
The best people in the world are :
Georgia
Pete
Nadine
Ginny
Buffy
People who I have not mentioned, suck ass more than the suckiest asses in suckland. (Where Ben Seamark is a god). Sure, I would like to not put my father in that category, but hey…. To not live in Suckland you would have to read my blog and it’s pretty apparent that besides those mentioned above, the only time anyone else looks at this site is when there threatens to be photos of themselves on it. Or if there is a potential story about terrorist bombs. You sick, sick people.
(If I have accidentally missed any names of people that do read this site I apologise and if you tell me otherwise I will endeavor to add your name like those illustrious people illustrated above. And I will send you a showbag.)
Anyway – Must Go. Sunshine to catch…
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