Well, it's Tuesday evening and I have decided to write something in my blog because poor little Georgia has sent me an email bemoaning the jet lag that has ruled her life since she returned to Adelaide. Being bright-eyed and bushy-tailed at 4 in the morning is not conducive to much beyond a bit of internet surfing, and she tells me that she checks this site up to 15 times a night waiting for something new (full-well knowing that me adding somehting is a bi-monthly occurance). And seeing as she is this website's most dedicated patron, it is only fair that she gets an entry in her honour.
I thought about writing a suggestion to our Adelaide friends that they call her, but then, as both Georgia and I know, none of them actually read our websites. Ohhh…. Except Nadine. Nadine – please call (email might work even better) Georgia and harass her to catch up. She is a hermit and needs cajoling. Without that, I fear you all might see me before you see her.
So how are things here? Well, boringly the same. I have a bit of a cold at the moment which means that I am coughing up extraordinary quantities of nasties in the morning. Bet you are all glad you read that.
What else? Umm. A few ‘Current Events’ might be a good idea
- I’m attempting to read this year’s Booker Prize winner, John Banville’s ‘The Sea’ but find myself struggling through a slow plot and forcedly-floral sentences.
-Tonight I’m watching the European Cup Final of Villareal versus Aresenal. I’m a bit torn over this one as I hate Aresenal, but it would be good to see and English Team win again. My newly adopted football team – Wigan – has finished in the top half od the league even though this is the first season they have played in the Premiership (for those who don’t understand what this mean, just interpret it as ver, very impressive). And I have just realised that the coach’s name is (oh, Pete – we adopted this team for their delightful name, and it just gets better…) ‘Paul Jewell’ Seriously. That is a ten out of ten name.
-I started to learn the piano.
-Dave bought me the complete Ripping Yarns dvd the other day which is just smashing
-I’m not learning the piano. That was a lie.
Dear god I’m struggling here. I promise that very soon I’m going to have something very interesting happen in my life, and you, dear world of the web, will be the FIRST to know.
Over and out.
Nadine. Email. Georgia. Now.
Tuesday, April 25, 2006
Sunday, April 23, 2006
Sunday, April 09, 2006
A Recommendation (Sorry. I normally don't do this)
Last night, when Dave was out enjoying a meal at the Jamieson's place and I was curled up on the couch attempting to keep down chicken soup, I happened across the most incredible documentary.
Perhaps you have seen it, perhaps you have heard of it: It's called 'Born into Brothels' and it won the doco oscar in 2004. This fact I did not realise till just then as I was 'surfing' the net to try and find everything I could about the incredible show I watched last night.
I'm not too sure why I watched it. I think perhaps someone had once mentioned wanting to see it once, but I can not remember who. But as soon as I watched one minute of it, there was no way I was changing channels or going to bed. It's a BBC funded doco which is essentially about an American photographer living in Calcutta, who tries to educate the children of prostitutes by getting them to take photographs of their environment. I won't go into too much as that would ruin it, but their stories are incredible, their photos actually really good and.... well.... it’s just so moving. India is the most chaotic place I can think of, and you are thrown into the dark heart of one of its largest city's red-light districts and you see the circumstances that these beautiful children simply accept. Needless to say, being the sop that I am and the mood I was in when I watched this last night, meant that I had a few teary moments. But these tears were for both incredibly sad moments and truly inspiring ones There is a scene when the children are driven in a bus all day so that they can see the ocean for the first time. It’s pretty special. But this is not only an incredibly emotional film, it is also so very interesting. There are a million aspects to India, and I enjoy being able to see one with such clarity.
Anyway - I've gone on enough - I only meant to say that I something I thoroughly enjoyed last night, and if you get the chance to watch it - drop everything - it's the best 1 1/2 hours of film you will see in a long time.
Perhaps you have seen it, perhaps you have heard of it: It's called 'Born into Brothels' and it won the doco oscar in 2004. This fact I did not realise till just then as I was 'surfing' the net to try and find everything I could about the incredible show I watched last night.
I'm not too sure why I watched it. I think perhaps someone had once mentioned wanting to see it once, but I can not remember who. But as soon as I watched one minute of it, there was no way I was changing channels or going to bed. It's a BBC funded doco which is essentially about an American photographer living in Calcutta, who tries to educate the children of prostitutes by getting them to take photographs of their environment. I won't go into too much as that would ruin it, but their stories are incredible, their photos actually really good and.... well.... it’s just so moving. India is the most chaotic place I can think of, and you are thrown into the dark heart of one of its largest city's red-light districts and you see the circumstances that these beautiful children simply accept. Needless to say, being the sop that I am and the mood I was in when I watched this last night, meant that I had a few teary moments. But these tears were for both incredibly sad moments and truly inspiring ones There is a scene when the children are driven in a bus all day so that they can see the ocean for the first time. It’s pretty special. But this is not only an incredibly emotional film, it is also so very interesting. There are a million aspects to India, and I enjoy being able to see one with such clarity.
Anyway - I've gone on enough - I only meant to say that I something I thoroughly enjoyed last night, and if you get the chance to watch it - drop everything - it's the best 1 1/2 hours of film you will see in a long time.
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
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