feeble snot girl tries to get a life....

So what have I been up to since I went to Shrek land? Recovering from yukki flu and then catching a yukki cold mostly. This has limited my enjoyment time and thus I have had much to complain about. This makes for unfun and boring girly blogging so fair play to me I have kept it to myself.

Other then feeling sorry for myself I have been: -
Having a fun and yummy dinner at Mouse and Topsy’s place on Friday -
even though Nicko was very sniffly. Mr Tops does great pizza and Miss Mouse does good Eurovision review!

Getting my hair cut on Saturday (yay new hair! And they made it amusingly curly!) then hanging out at the Rose on Cleveland out for a few hours - tres nice.

Partying at Jackson Jackson with Nicko, Meg, Snerg, Scruffy and Miss DV on Sunday – the verdict? They rocked! I really like bands that keep the energy right up for the whole set and who look like they are loving every minute of it. I also wish I could have a posse of girls in red frocks to follow me around and echo what I say! The Factory, which is the new music venue in Marrickville where the show was on is fab too. It’s very new and shiny but a really great place to go see a band. I’m a bit over the kind of venue where you stick to the floor! It’s a nice middle sized venue and I had a great time dancing away (even if no one else was!).

Avoiding my civic duty - I was a bit tired and seedy on Monday morning when I had to show up for Jury service. Yay. Thankfully I got stood down by about 1 pm so I don’t have to go back again for a while. I was kind of looking forward to it after 4 hours of waiting though so I actually felt a little disappointed that I didn’t get picked. But at least my life is not thrown into turmoil by having to rearrange my work so all is good and happy. And I got to watch 4 hours of the shopping channel and a nice public information video about Jury duty.

So there you go… not much to report. Will hopefully have a more fun life over the next week! xx

The Wolfies, a skinny blonde and the jolly green giant…

Yes, We went to the Shrek premiere last night courtesy of my bro. It was cool! We were in the line outside wearing stupid paper crowns (invitations…) and they stopped the queue right in front of me. And who should step out of the approaching limo but Cameron herself! 1 metre from my face! She is one slim girl. This worried me slightly as she looks normally slim in magazines, not celery stick skinny. How skinny must Victoria Beckham be? She looks scary in the magazines!?!?! Cameron looked like she was having fun though, even though she was wearing a slip of a thing in the middle of Sydney winter. And she looked healthy so I guess that’s good!
The film was great! We decided to forgo the snack bar only to find that as you entered the cinema they offered you a buffet of free snackage all of the shrek-themed variety. There were shreks bacon balls (not green) shreks cheese sticks (twisties) and some kind of shrek custard (not wanting to know which part of shrek that comes out of…). YAY for free food.
We still had no idea how Mylo had wangled free tix, until the exciting moment in the film when the baddies attack the city and “Joker and the Thief” rang out through the cinema! We were very excited! GO WOLFIES! We had to stay till the end credits to see their names.

crying and laughing and crying and laughing.....

I saw a really remarkable piece of theatre last night, the kind that is life affirming and life changing. The kind of production where you come out of the theatre either shaking with emotion or drenched in tears. Its such a rare experience to feel like something inside you has changed – whether you understand more or you feel more – just because of a story. That’s what I felt like last night.

Holding the man is a story about two young men who fall in love at the age of 15 and spend the next 15 years with their lives intertwined trying to discover who they are and what they mean to each other. It has to be one of the most wonderful love stories I have ever seen. It's actually based on the autobiography of Timothy Cosgrave – a young Australian actor (and NIDA graduate) and a playwright but the play has been adapted from the novel by Tommy Murphy who I went to uni with and who is a really talented (and nice) guy. I highly recommend going if you can convince someone to sell you their ticket!!!
For a wonderful review go here and for info go here!

Extreme girlyness in a puddle of feeble...

I am not very well. I don't usually take kindly to being unwell and today is no exception. Poor Nicko has had to put up with extreme feebleness today. He dragged my sorry carcass to the doctor who 3 minutes and $65 later pronounced that I have a virus and should go back to bed and take more panadol. Thanks Mr Doctor but I could have figured that out without getting out from under my warm and comfy duvet. Then I lost Nicko because I was too feeble to remember to take my mobile to the shopping centre and had to find a telephone that a) took real money not a "telimax" (or some shit) card and b) worked. Finding a public phone is much harder then I used to be when I was a lass. Scary how adrift I felt without ready access to my mobile and this was compounded by the fact I also felt extreemly weak, dizzy, achy and downright feeble. Me and my mobile have become co-dependant! AAGGGHHH!
I am going to eat soup and go back to bed now...

Friday afternoon procrastination and reminiscence of mighty glory...

I didn't get to boast about our latest glory - "When Minger met Minger" hammered them at the Gladstone Trivia this week. I am getting used to not paying for drinks there! We were a team with its full contingent this week -
Minger Justin - strengths: current and obscure sport, Australiana including pub rock
Minger Gidget - strengths: literature and pulp fiction, history, odd musicals, general oddities, classical music and the 80s
Nicko - strengths: Trains, engines, odd music, crap music, contraptions, also general oddities
Jimmy - strengths: books, movies, musicals, faces, history, crap music and trash mag gossip
Tony - strengths: anything you may want to debate about, history, wierd geography and pretty much anything political.

As you can see we almost cover all possibilities! Thats why we keep winning! We beat the closest competition by 10 points or so this week and we also won 2 spot questions! $80 all up. Hooray!

A wander down memory lane with the Goons...

I went to see “Ying Tong: a walk with the Goons” last night at the Opera House Drama Theatre. It was really fabulous. As a girl, I grew up with a Goon mad father who had all the recordings and all Spike’s books and it took me years to actually decipher what they were even saying. I realized last night though how much I actually took in during my long goon exposure all those years ago. The play is primarily about Spike Milligans’ nervous breakdowns, in particular the one that forced the end of the Goon Show in the early 1960s. It also deals with the relationships between the four men (Wallace Greenslade who was the BBC style announcer on the show is also a character in the play) and the power struggles between Sellers and Milligan that culminated in Milligan trying to kill Sellers with a potato peeler (funny but awful at the same time). A lot of the play is in the form of unashamed flashbacks and the crazy characters of the Goon Show interacting in Milligans’ mind and memory. I haven’t laughed so much in ages – even though at times the laughter is bittersweet. Spike Milligan’s battle with mental illness is central to the play and such a horrible yet wonderful story. I recommend anyone with a love of the Goons, Monty Python or British comedy in general to go and see this play, which is really a tribute to probably the greatest comic genius of the 20th Century. For a more sufficient review then what is essentially my gushing, go here or here ! I have to say, it was also a lovely walk down memory lane as it reminded me so poignantly of my wonderful Dad who loved to laugh.

That damn song is stuck in my head though...

Dissapointment

Something wonderful happens. You are so excited you want to burst – you want to tell someone, a friend who will be as happy for you as you are. Its not that you need positive reinforcement, you just want to share your enthusiasm with someone who knows how much it means to you. Someone who will just be glad.
The overwhelming feeling of sadness and regret when you realise that this person no longer exists.