Not much has happened recently that has been particularly conducive to bloggery as of late. I apologise once more to those people (all two of you?!) who may or may not have been on tenterhooks awaiting the next exciting installment of my life.
Mark and I are both currently ill with colds. Mark with his second cold in only a couple of months. Mine is not quite as bad as his, although I fear that since he had it first and I may therefore be a couple of days behind in the cold timeline... To be quite honest I think I deserve lifelong immunity from colds after the horrific, almost-3-month-long cold I had starting immediately after we arrived in Australia, which included a period of almost a solid fortnight during which I could not breath through my nose at all. Not even slightly, not even with all the decongestants money could buy.
Mark had his birthday t'other week. I got him RayBan Wayfarers, crème brulée tea from T2 and the two Yeah Yeah Yeahs EPs ('Yeah Yeah Yeah' and 'Is Is'). He also has some books, including David Starkey's Monarchy which arrived from Bristol which he has already finished and which I am now reading - it's really exciting! And I now understand the Wars of the Roses which would have been helpful *before* I went to see the plays. Gah. We went to Ice and Slice in Newtown for dinner with USyd phil dept. (usual wednesday night dinner). Some of them didn't realise it was Mark's actual birthday until near the end of the meal, then started singing Happy Birthday and the WHOLE restaurant joined in!! Mark looked like he wanted to die a bit, it was so funny.
After food Mark and I went for cocktails in Madame Fling Flong, then had to head home because it was a school night.
Not much else has occurred. It is torrentially raining. Has been for a few days. Some towns in Vic/NSW are flooded.....this country seems to be permanently on fire or underwater....hmm. I am trying to save a lot of money, but keep failing by shopping. Had 17 minutes to wait for the train home from work last night and instead of waiting patiently in the station I went and bought another new top and new skirt! Aghh. Sense, pie. Sense. *shakes head*
Friday, 22 May 2009
Sunday, 3 May 2009
Birds and Tofu
These lovely bright shiny birds seem to be around a lot in our garden at the moment, they come to eat the flowers on our big bush. I have no idea what they are, but they are fascinatingly bright. There were two faffing around out there earlier today, so I photographed them.
Today was a lazy Sunday, got up late and ate two lunches. Then we walked down to Rhodes to the IKEA, to buy a mixing bowl and a doormat. Mark is making his own honey nut muesli for breakfast, hence the need for a huge bowl to mix it all up in. He has toasted all the oats and nuts in honey in the oven and it tastes so good already.
Just had a tofu stir fry for tea, drained tofu for 45 mins then marinated it for 45 mins in teriyake sauce before frying today. It came out SO good. I love tofu, it is brilliant if done the right way, it can get so flavoursome. Mark started pondering how tofu was made and where it originated, so I looked it up on wikipedia. Apparently it originated in Ancient China, and is made from soy milk in a similar way to the process of making cheese from normal milk. Fascinating! I remember when we first came to Australia and were so amazed at the extent of tofu on sale. In the UK you could barely get more than one brand, tucked away in a weird part of the supermarket, whereas here it is awarded it's own section of the supermarket! Our grocery store has a whole aisle of tofu products even! We got addicted to the deep fried crispy tofu they have until Mark read the nutritional information and realised it was really unhealthy, so now we cannot have it anymore.
The Wiki article is here: Tofu on wiki and is very detailed and interesting. Who knew there were so many types of tofu ??!
Saturday, 2 May 2009
Pootling and bumbling
After two weeks of running every morning at 7am (well, 90% of mornings!), I can now not only get all the way up the hill but half way down the other side without my heart and lungs feeling sick! Today is Saturday and involved a successful extra-long run. I will become healthy, I will! I feel much better already!
We went to see Mary and Max, Adam Elliot's new claymation film. I really enjoyed it, it was so funny but also really heartwarming and I almost cried at the end! It's about the friendship that develops between a lonely 8 year old girl in Melbourne and an equally lonely obese man with Asperger's Syndrome in New York.
She picks his address out of a US phone book and writes to ask him where babies in America comes from. Receiving her letter triggers an anxiety attack in Max, but eventually he writes back, and the film follows the ups and downs of their relationship and their separate lives over 20 years.
It's also quite funny in its send-up of Australian suburban life and you should all watch it. There's a bit where Mary sends Max a Cherry Ripe too and it reminded me that I must send EVERYONE a Cherry Ripe. Best chocolate bar EVER. UK Cadbury's should SO make them.
I went to the dentist on Wednesday and had my teeth prodded and cleaned to within an inch of their lives. It was so good, even if it did cost me $200 ! OUCH. I also got to go on the new Epping-Chatswood rail link which was exciting (yes I am tragic).
This week was SO cold. A couple of days were only 15 or 16 degrees and it apparently went down to 5 degrees overnight! Waa. The platypus, Mr L. Rogue, even registered a formal complaint about the cold with the platypus embassy, although we doubt he got very far. We bought a big electric radiator on Friday, and it is SO good. Heating me up all nice. Today the weather was much nicer though - it felt like a lovely English summer's day. After my run I did not one, not two, but THREE loads of washing and pegged it all in the garden. We had eggs and toast and coffee for late brunch and now Mark is working away on his shiny new Mac. I am going to work on a short story I have been poking around with for about 3 months. Spaghetti for dinner with Pie Special Tomato, Garlic and Basil Sauce, if I can remember how to make it!
We went to see Mary and Max, Adam Elliot's new claymation film. I really enjoyed it, it was so funny but also really heartwarming and I almost cried at the end! It's about the friendship that develops between a lonely 8 year old girl in Melbourne and an equally lonely obese man with Asperger's Syndrome in New York.
She picks his address out of a US phone book and writes to ask him where babies in America comes from. Receiving her letter triggers an anxiety attack in Max, but eventually he writes back, and the film follows the ups and downs of their relationship and their separate lives over 20 years.It's also quite funny in its send-up of Australian suburban life and you should all watch it. There's a bit where Mary sends Max a Cherry Ripe too and it reminded me that I must send EVERYONE a Cherry Ripe. Best chocolate bar EVER. UK Cadbury's should SO make them.
I went to the dentist on Wednesday and had my teeth prodded and cleaned to within an inch of their lives. It was so good, even if it did cost me $200 ! OUCH. I also got to go on the new Epping-Chatswood rail link which was exciting (yes I am tragic).
This week was SO cold. A couple of days were only 15 or 16 degrees and it apparently went down to 5 degrees overnight! Waa. The platypus, Mr L. Rogue, even registered a formal complaint about the cold with the platypus embassy, although we doubt he got very far. We bought a big electric radiator on Friday, and it is SO good. Heating me up all nice. Today the weather was much nicer though - it felt like a lovely English summer's day. After my run I did not one, not two, but THREE loads of washing and pegged it all in the garden. We had eggs and toast and coffee for late brunch and now Mark is working away on his shiny new Mac. I am going to work on a short story I have been poking around with for about 3 months. Spaghetti for dinner with Pie Special Tomato, Garlic and Basil Sauce, if I can remember how to make it!
Monday, 20 April 2009
Easter housekeeping
Poirot Egg says a belated Happy Easter. He has three eyes because when he solves a crime he turns to the perpetrator and says "trois yeux!!" ......twas you.....with French accent.......hm?....
Good Friday was spent trying to buy a bottle of wine, with no success. So we resorted to spending way too much on cocktails in Glebe before Raami's birthday party. Saturday was food shopping (the only opportunity to shop in the whole 4 days!) then watching Elegy at the cinema.
On Sunday, we took the train to Bondi and found an amazing fish and chip shop (Fishmongers) where we podged up, before walking around the cliff path to Tamarama and then Bronte beaches. I love Bronte. I think I could literally be happy forever if I could get a nice spacious apartment in Bronte, with Mark and a lovely puggy and I would walk along the sea and swim in the little open air pool and never leave ever. Unfortunately we are priced out of the area for the foreseeable, but who knows for the future...
We sat on the beach for a while then wandered back as it got dark. Walking back from Bronte to Bondi is how I imagine walking back from the French Riviera into Blackpool Pleasure Beach to be. Not that you could really walk from one to the other, and not that I have actually visited either, but UH Bondi is so tacky.
On Monday we took the train to the Blue Mountains, getting off at Katoomba to walk the Giant's Steps. The weather was rather different from last time we were there!
Echo Point, the viewing platform for the three sisters, where we ended our first mountains walk in February. Not much viewing to be done this time!
A bit like Narnia!
It did make for some quite dramatic views though.
After making our way to the bottom of Giant's Steps (believe me, it was HARD even going down, they are practically vertical!), we pootled along the path at the bottom, then back up Furber steps at the other end to the Scenic World centre. Unfortunately it started to pour with rain about half way up Furber steps, leaving us ABSOLUTELY soaked and having to navigate a path that had become more of a swamp. It was quite invigorating all the same, and fortunately we both had a spare dry t-shirt, but the train ride home was not what i would call comfortable!
It was then back to work for a short week. Last weekend, we took a trip to Parramatta so Mark could investigate the bike he is getting from Parramatta Bike Barn. Parramatta is actually ok. It is Sydney's biggest suburb with a big shopping and business centre in it, but it also has some nice old buildings and a pleasant square (which was hosting 'Parramatta Chess Festival', much to Mark's excitement!), setting it apart from most of the West which is just bland. It has a bit of history as a town in its own right, so it's worth passing through for an hour or so if you have an excuse to go there!
And now it's Monday again, *yawn*. I must away to bed. After discovering the shocking state of my fitness on our Mountains walk, I am on a new exercise regime and was dragged out in my jogging gear before the clock even hit 7am this morning. And it was raining so double sad face :( We're on again for tomorrow morning. I almost died going up a gentle slope so something must be done!
Also please spare a thought for a guy I know named James. He worked at HCF with me until a couple of weeks ago when he left to go travelling, and is a close friend of my friend Karl. He was involved in a serious accident on Fraser Island, Queensland on Saturday morning, reported in the Times here: http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/news/world/article6125177.ece. He is one of the two passengers who were airlifted to Brisbane and is currently in intensive care.
Monday, 13 April 2009
Dah dah daaaah...bloody old news!!!
Happy Easter, one and all! Easter in Australia seems to be roughly the same as Easter in the UK, except for one fatal thing that we did not realise: EVERYTHING IS SHUT. Public holidays I find a little bit odd here because their trading laws seem quite strict. So whereas in UK one can potter around the shops a little and it's generally like a second Sunday, here pubs are about the only thing open. You can't even buy takeaway alcohol to drink quietly in your home on a bank holiday it seems, yet you can go to a pub. Which is greatly frustrating when trying to buy a bottle of wine on Not So Good Friday to take to a friend's birthday party.
BUT first, let me take you back to a pre-Easter era; no, not pre-Jesus, but the era of the weekend before Easter....if such a weekend can be considered an era.
The weather has been nothing recently if not damp. There have been some pleasant days but the weathermen seem intent on conspiring against me to make them fall on weekdays when I am, of course, in work. Last weekend was no exception; it was, for the most part, overwhelmingly damp. That is not to say it rained the whole time, fortunately, but there was a certain moistness to the air throughout.
On saturday we headed to a cafe in Pott's Point for a late late breakfast, then walked up to the water.
Then wandered around to Mrs Macquarie's Point, which is...well, exactly where it looks in the photo below; the next pointy out bit of headland to the east of the harbour, which offers some pleasant views.
View to the East, away from the harbour.
We wandered through to the Botanic Gardens where I enjoyed this Queensland Bottle Tree:
And was bemused by the topiary letters "sex and death" in front of the tropical pyramid:
We looked at the lovable bats, still roosting in great numbers (although they are sadly damaging many of the trees and need to be gently discouraged) and read a bat fact sheet from the visitor centre, which was interesting.
On Sunday, Mr L. Rogue, our friendly house platypus stowed away in my bag to investigate an exhibition on Charles Darwin, the advertising poster for which having suggested that he may have been of some import in the development of the notion of evolution. It was indeed an interesting exhibition, focussing on Darwin's voyage to Australia and how his findings there helped shape his theories. And indeed Mr L. Rogue and his kind did turn out to have been a bit important. When Darwin saw platypuses on his travels, he noted that it behaved in the same way as a water rat, in the same habitat as a water rat, and yet looked different. If God made everything, why put a water rat in some places and a platypus in another? Of course, the platypus and the water rat have both evolved and adapted to fit their specific environments. The platypus held himself up to be the embodiment of evolution. What a vain, and yet lovable platypus.
BUT first, let me take you back to a pre-Easter era; no, not pre-Jesus, but the era of the weekend before Easter....if such a weekend can be considered an era.
The weather has been nothing recently if not damp. There have been some pleasant days but the weathermen seem intent on conspiring against me to make them fall on weekdays when I am, of course, in work. Last weekend was no exception; it was, for the most part, overwhelmingly damp. That is not to say it rained the whole time, fortunately, but there was a certain moistness to the air throughout.
On saturday we headed to a cafe in Pott's Point for a late late breakfast, then walked up to the water.
Then wandered around to Mrs Macquarie's Point, which is...well, exactly where it looks in the photo below; the next pointy out bit of headland to the east of the harbour, which offers some pleasant views.
View to the East, away from the harbour.
We wandered through to the Botanic Gardens where I enjoyed this Queensland Bottle Tree:
And was bemused by the topiary letters "sex and death" in front of the tropical pyramid:
We looked at the lovable bats, still roosting in great numbers (although they are sadly damaging many of the trees and need to be gently discouraged) and read a bat fact sheet from the visitor centre, which was interesting.
On Sunday, Mr L. Rogue, our friendly house platypus stowed away in my bag to investigate an exhibition on Charles Darwin, the advertising poster for which having suggested that he may have been of some import in the development of the notion of evolution. It was indeed an interesting exhibition, focussing on Darwin's voyage to Australia and how his findings there helped shape his theories. And indeed Mr L. Rogue and his kind did turn out to have been a bit important. When Darwin saw platypuses on his travels, he noted that it behaved in the same way as a water rat, in the same habitat as a water rat, and yet looked different. If God made everything, why put a water rat in some places and a platypus in another? Of course, the platypus and the water rat have both evolved and adapted to fit their specific environments. The platypus held himself up to be the embodiment of evolution. What a vain, and yet lovable platypus.
Monday, 23 March 2009
Scandal! Russellmania!
So last Wednesday was Russell Brand in Sydney !!! Apologies therefore if this post descends into some kind of extreme sickly feast of sycophantic adoration.
We went to the show at the Hordern Pavilion. It would have been amazing to get Enmore Theatre tickets for the previous night as the Enmore is a small theatre (whereas the Hordern is a large arena) but I think they underestimated his fame in Australia when booking that one, as it sold out in 30 minutes! Fortunately they then added the Hordern date to placate those of us who didn't realise how popular he would be!
The warm up act was an Australian duo called Merrick and Rosso...I wasn't expecting much as let's just say I've not thus far been overly impressed by Australian comedy, but they were ok, they got the crowd going and due to a late start were only on for around 15 minutes.
Then it was time for Russell! The lights went down and the show started with a series of video clips of Russell's career played over a soundtrack of Mozart's Requiem. Beginning with the footage of the MTV awards trailers where he is in a room with the elephant and asks "Am I in a dream?" followed by news clips concerning Sachsgate, old footage from when he got naked in the MayDay riots, radio show footage and his BBC resignation, end ending with the footage breaking down into just clips of various people saying "Russell Brand; Russell Brand; Russell Brand; Russell Brand", and onto the stage he marched!
You can see someone's video of the show opening (in Liverpool) here:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yANkmosnDp4
I was actually shaking when he came out on to the stage! After greeting the people of Sydney he then went for a walk through the audience. He paused about 2 metres away from where Mark and I were sitting to talk to a 13 year old boy who was in the row behind.
I am amazed I even managed to take this photo, I was shaking so much and had to concentrate to catch my breath. It was like Beatlemania but with only one person (me) and Russell instead of Beatles. Russellmania!
He made his way back to the stage and I tried to take deep breaths to stop my heart pounding. Calm down, Anna, you are almost 25 years old, not 15!
The show itself was mostly concerned with the Sachsgate affair, as well as the MTV VMA backlash. He played the clip of the song he sang with Jonathan Ross onto Andrew Sach's answerphone ("not ONE person congratulated me on making that song up on the spot - I even rhymed 'menstrual' with 'consensual'!), and described his reaction to the ensuing madness.
"I had 70 people with cameras outside my house for 3 weeks. The main thing that went through my mind was: 'what does one wear to go on the news?!'"
"Now, I already think I'm quite important. So when I put on the 6 o clock news and hear 'On tonight's news: Russell Brand', I think 'yes! what have I been doing?'"
He also poked fun at comments by members of the public, who came up with such punishments as "send them both to Afghanistan" and "Russell Brand should be on the sex offenders' register".
"What, with all the paedophiles and rapists? YES. I don't wanna go on the sex offenders' register....Well...not for that!"
He also did his Bush speech from the VMAs (*audience laughs* "Yeah thanks...I wish you could have been there on the night....") and read out some of his favourite death threats. The whole show was about an hour and a half but it felt like about 10 minutes, I could listen to Russell for days on end! [And indeed I do sometimes with my iPod full of Radio2/6music podcasts!]
After the show we made our way out into the foyer where there was a crowd of people waiting to see if Russell would come out, including the usual girls in way too much make-up and way not enough clothes that make up the usual post-Russell-gig entourage it seems. And all of a sudden he appeared!! Everyone crowded him and he could barely move across the room, I stayed back a bit to see what would happen.
I think some people at the Australian shows were a bit shocked to see the way Russell acts after some of his gigs, the way he picks up girls whilst simultaneously signing autographs and getting photos with other fans. They lack the exposure to the extent of press it gets in the UK perhaps. I was very wary of getting too close to what was going on because it is part of his personality I do not like and although I accept that that is the way he is I don't really want to see it. I guess when you have basically deified someone in your mind for so many years you just don't want to be reminded of their most negative aspects. For me, his public personality is what I love about him and I feel that in his case, his private persona is probably very different and I don't want to be disappointed. I don't think that's foolish, I know what goes on, I just don't want that to be my overriding impression of him.
So anyway, I stayed towards the back whilst everyone else crushed him. He then got up onto a table and spoke to us all, and then I moved forward to get some pictures!
He said happy birthday to everyone, "whether or not it is your birthday today", and then said he was very sorry but he had to go off to a party Time Out had organised for him. Then he was whisked away by Danny, his huge security guy!
I would love to meet him but definitely in different circumstances, I would just like to say thank you to him really for making my life a slightly smilier place since...well, years ago....2002/3 I guess. It sounds stupidly gushy but he honestly has helped me through lots of stresses and sadnesses over the years. He has always given me hope that there are better people and better places out there in the world, and has just made me feel a little less alone. He is someone who's work i can always escape with.
To be honest if I did meet him I would probably spaz up, like when I met Will Self and I had spent all day thinking of brilliantly witty things to say, but when the moment came I just thrust my copy of Dorian at him and went "MYNAMEISANNA" and looked scared and forgot to blink. I would probably also never be able to meet Stephen Fry for similar reasons. Actually if I met Russell I would probably just pass out.
I am now going to give my The Young Ones DVD the full attention it deserves and then get my poop hat on ready for a visit to slumbertown.
We went to the show at the Hordern Pavilion. It would have been amazing to get Enmore Theatre tickets for the previous night as the Enmore is a small theatre (whereas the Hordern is a large arena) but I think they underestimated his fame in Australia when booking that one, as it sold out in 30 minutes! Fortunately they then added the Hordern date to placate those of us who didn't realise how popular he would be!
The warm up act was an Australian duo called Merrick and Rosso...I wasn't expecting much as let's just say I've not thus far been overly impressed by Australian comedy, but they were ok, they got the crowd going and due to a late start were only on for around 15 minutes.
Then it was time for Russell! The lights went down and the show started with a series of video clips of Russell's career played over a soundtrack of Mozart's Requiem. Beginning with the footage of the MTV awards trailers where he is in a room with the elephant and asks "Am I in a dream?" followed by news clips concerning Sachsgate, old footage from when he got naked in the MayDay riots, radio show footage and his BBC resignation, end ending with the footage breaking down into just clips of various people saying "Russell Brand; Russell Brand; Russell Brand; Russell Brand", and onto the stage he marched!
You can see someone's video of the show opening (in Liverpool) here:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yANkmosnDp4
I was actually shaking when he came out on to the stage! After greeting the people of Sydney he then went for a walk through the audience. He paused about 2 metres away from where Mark and I were sitting to talk to a 13 year old boy who was in the row behind.
I am amazed I even managed to take this photo, I was shaking so much and had to concentrate to catch my breath. It was like Beatlemania but with only one person (me) and Russell instead of Beatles. Russellmania!
He made his way back to the stage and I tried to take deep breaths to stop my heart pounding. Calm down, Anna, you are almost 25 years old, not 15!
The show itself was mostly concerned with the Sachsgate affair, as well as the MTV VMA backlash. He played the clip of the song he sang with Jonathan Ross onto Andrew Sach's answerphone ("not ONE person congratulated me on making that song up on the spot - I even rhymed 'menstrual' with 'consensual'!), and described his reaction to the ensuing madness.
"I had 70 people with cameras outside my house for 3 weeks. The main thing that went through my mind was: 'what does one wear to go on the news?!'"
"Now, I already think I'm quite important. So when I put on the 6 o clock news and hear 'On tonight's news: Russell Brand', I think 'yes! what have I been doing?'"
He also poked fun at comments by members of the public, who came up with such punishments as "send them both to Afghanistan" and "Russell Brand should be on the sex offenders' register".
"What, with all the paedophiles and rapists? YES. I don't wanna go on the sex offenders' register....Well...not for that!"
He also did his Bush speech from the VMAs (*audience laughs* "Yeah thanks...I wish you could have been there on the night....") and read out some of his favourite death threats. The whole show was about an hour and a half but it felt like about 10 minutes, I could listen to Russell for days on end! [And indeed I do sometimes with my iPod full of Radio2/6music podcasts!]
After the show we made our way out into the foyer where there was a crowd of people waiting to see if Russell would come out, including the usual girls in way too much make-up and way not enough clothes that make up the usual post-Russell-gig entourage it seems. And all of a sudden he appeared!! Everyone crowded him and he could barely move across the room, I stayed back a bit to see what would happen.
I think some people at the Australian shows were a bit shocked to see the way Russell acts after some of his gigs, the way he picks up girls whilst simultaneously signing autographs and getting photos with other fans. They lack the exposure to the extent of press it gets in the UK perhaps. I was very wary of getting too close to what was going on because it is part of his personality I do not like and although I accept that that is the way he is I don't really want to see it. I guess when you have basically deified someone in your mind for so many years you just don't want to be reminded of their most negative aspects. For me, his public personality is what I love about him and I feel that in his case, his private persona is probably very different and I don't want to be disappointed. I don't think that's foolish, I know what goes on, I just don't want that to be my overriding impression of him.
So anyway, I stayed towards the back whilst everyone else crushed him. He then got up onto a table and spoke to us all, and then I moved forward to get some pictures!
He said happy birthday to everyone, "whether or not it is your birthday today", and then said he was very sorry but he had to go off to a party Time Out had organised for him. Then he was whisked away by Danny, his huge security guy!
I would love to meet him but definitely in different circumstances, I would just like to say thank you to him really for making my life a slightly smilier place since...well, years ago....2002/3 I guess. It sounds stupidly gushy but he honestly has helped me through lots of stresses and sadnesses over the years. He has always given me hope that there are better people and better places out there in the world, and has just made me feel a little less alone. He is someone who's work i can always escape with.
To be honest if I did meet him I would probably spaz up, like when I met Will Self and I had spent all day thinking of brilliantly witty things to say, but when the moment came I just thrust my copy of Dorian at him and went "MYNAMEISANNA" and looked scared and forgot to blink. I would probably also never be able to meet Stephen Fry for similar reasons. Actually if I met Russell I would probably just pass out.
I am now going to give my The Young Ones DVD the full attention it deserves and then get my poop hat on ready for a visit to slumbertown.
Tuesday, 17 March 2009
Nothing of note
There is little of note to report of late. Mark has got a cold and was not feeling well at the weekend, so we stayed in bed until 3pm(!) on Saturday and 1pm on Sunday.
We went to see The Reader on Sunday evening, which is good but lacked impact I felt, and leaves you feeling slightly confused about which character to empathize with. Also, I didn't like how the actors spoke English with a German accent, even though they are mostly native English speakers (Kate Winslet etc). Yes the story is set in Germany and they are meant to be German characters, but they are speaking English because it's a Hollywood film. You can't convince us they are German just because zey haf a comedy aczent.
I liked it in Moulin Rouge where all the actors were allowed to use their own accents. I like how Baz Lurhrman didn't try to pretend they were all speaking French, he just sort of went "well, they can't speak French, so let them talk however they want".
Russell tomorrow night!! Aw I've been refreshing his twitter and basking in the love of him being in Sydney, "marauding through Sydney" even...he is so jetlagged though bless. "I love your country [Australia]. It's like a tidy bedroom in the sun."
Anyway. Oh goodness surely after however many days I can furnish you with a more substantial blogpost than this ?? Oh...errrm....maybe I can find you some pictures from the archives....
Here's my new (to me) Ghormenghast trilogy. I couldn't pass up such lovely editions in the secondhand section of Berkelouw Newtown.
Psammead! He'll grant you a wish, but remember....all wishes end at sunset!
We went to see The Reader on Sunday evening, which is good but lacked impact I felt, and leaves you feeling slightly confused about which character to empathize with. Also, I didn't like how the actors spoke English with a German accent, even though they are mostly native English speakers (Kate Winslet etc). Yes the story is set in Germany and they are meant to be German characters, but they are speaking English because it's a Hollywood film. You can't convince us they are German just because zey haf a comedy aczent.
I liked it in Moulin Rouge where all the actors were allowed to use their own accents. I like how Baz Lurhrman didn't try to pretend they were all speaking French, he just sort of went "well, they can't speak French, so let them talk however they want".
Russell tomorrow night!! Aw I've been refreshing his twitter and basking in the love of him being in Sydney, "marauding through Sydney" even...he is so jetlagged though bless. "I love your country [Australia]. It's like a tidy bedroom in the sun."
Anyway. Oh goodness surely after however many days I can furnish you with a more substantial blogpost than this ?? Oh...errrm....maybe I can find you some pictures from the archives....
Here's my new (to me) Ghormenghast trilogy. I couldn't pass up such lovely editions in the secondhand section of Berkelouw Newtown.
Psammead! He'll grant you a wish, but remember....all wishes end at sunset!
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