Is it just me, or is Billy Elliot just a remake of Flashdance?
I mean, the audition scenes are almost identical, and sure Alex was a Welder and Billy was the son of a Miner and well, Alex was a stripper of sorts and well, Billy a school kid - but come on!!!
COME ON!!!!!
Saturday, February 23, 2008
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
And the (heart) beat goes on....
OK, so I am still alive.
I went to the Doctors last week to check out the weird heart/tingles/neck pain that has steadily continued though more neck and arm pain than heart nowadays. Of course, just to be safe, I was sent for an ECG which is where they stick all the things on your chest and check your heart out.
Anyway, not having had one before I was expecting to have to go shirt off, but when I commented on the fact that "I should have worn my best bra" the woman in charge politely said I would be losing that too.
So, standing topless and having the likes of electrodes strapped to my torso was not exactly the way I imagined Valentines Day this year - but I did get a bit of a feeling up when my breast was lifted up (without warning or consultation) so a sensor could be placed there. Yes, the joy of the ample bosom.
Of course it should have been a quick procedure, but instead, as I was meant to be having the sensors removed the woman noticed something was not right, "Oh, my left is your right.... sorry I will have to start again" ... and the boob is touched yet again without warning.
Finally she has it sorted its, underway and then its over, but not before her daughters engagement party photos are presented to me and explained in full "Roses were just too pricey this close to Valentines Day", while I am still topless, pretending to be cool about it, waiting for the sticky spots to be removed.
The following day was less eventful, neck x-rays. Of course I still had to go topless, but they were nice enough to give me one of those tissue-like robes to wear.
I should find out what the hell is wrong with me tomorrow.
All that aside however, I was made incredibly happier by a wonderful weekend complete with an unexpected visit, a kinda swanky hotel stay, a joyous get together with dazzling city views, a smooch or two, a lovely wedding sneek-peek, brunches, coffees, gossips and beers.
A good weekend for sure.
I went to the Doctors last week to check out the weird heart/tingles/neck pain that has steadily continued though more neck and arm pain than heart nowadays. Of course, just to be safe, I was sent for an ECG which is where they stick all the things on your chest and check your heart out.
Anyway, not having had one before I was expecting to have to go shirt off, but when I commented on the fact that "I should have worn my best bra" the woman in charge politely said I would be losing that too.
So, standing topless and having the likes of electrodes strapped to my torso was not exactly the way I imagined Valentines Day this year - but I did get a bit of a feeling up when my breast was lifted up (without warning or consultation) so a sensor could be placed there. Yes, the joy of the ample bosom.
Of course it should have been a quick procedure, but instead, as I was meant to be having the sensors removed the woman noticed something was not right, "Oh, my left is your right.... sorry I will have to start again" ... and the boob is touched yet again without warning.
Finally she has it sorted its, underway and then its over, but not before her daughters engagement party photos are presented to me and explained in full "Roses were just too pricey this close to Valentines Day", while I am still topless, pretending to be cool about it, waiting for the sticky spots to be removed.
The following day was less eventful, neck x-rays. Of course I still had to go topless, but they were nice enough to give me one of those tissue-like robes to wear.
I should find out what the hell is wrong with me tomorrow.
All that aside however, I was made incredibly happier by a wonderful weekend complete with an unexpected visit, a kinda swanky hotel stay, a joyous get together with dazzling city views, a smooch or two, a lovely wedding sneek-peek, brunches, coffees, gossips and beers.
A good weekend for sure.
Thursday, February 14, 2008
I know its Valentines Day, but this is ridiculous!!
Love. A welling in the chest. Heart skips a beat. Butterflies in your belly....Tingly sensations all over.
OR
The first signs of a heart attack.
Just to be sure, I am off to the doctors to rule it out.
Seriously.
Like am I destined to be a spazz all my life?
Example: I used to think I could see peoples auras. Really. I did. But then, and this is honest to goodness truth, I had my eyes tested and it turns out it wasn't peoples auras, it was just that everything was just a little blurry.
Also, I once had to pretend - for 30 days - that I was deaf in my right ear on a Contiki tour because I made the mistake of ignoring someones conversation and then used the excuse that I was deaf in one ear and so didn't know that they were talking to me. Too late did I notice the hearing aid of the guy sitting next to me.... that was one looooong month.
So, since the weird pain in my chest and the ever so slight tingly feeling in my arm has not gone away, I shall rule out anything serious.... after all, I could just be lifting too heavy weights perhaps. I mean, I read about a guy today, 570kgs - now how come he doesn't have a weird pain in his chest huh?????
HUH???
OR
The first signs of a heart attack.
Just to be sure, I am off to the doctors to rule it out.
Seriously.
Like am I destined to be a spazz all my life?
Example: I used to think I could see peoples auras. Really. I did. But then, and this is honest to goodness truth, I had my eyes tested and it turns out it wasn't peoples auras, it was just that everything was just a little blurry.
Also, I once had to pretend - for 30 days - that I was deaf in my right ear on a Contiki tour because I made the mistake of ignoring someones conversation and then used the excuse that I was deaf in one ear and so didn't know that they were talking to me. Too late did I notice the hearing aid of the guy sitting next to me.... that was one looooong month.
So, since the weird pain in my chest and the ever so slight tingly feeling in my arm has not gone away, I shall rule out anything serious.... after all, I could just be lifting too heavy weights perhaps. I mean, I read about a guy today, 570kgs - now how come he doesn't have a weird pain in his chest huh?????
HUH???
Friday, February 08, 2008
2 weeks and 6 days
or
20 days
or
480 hours
or
28800 minutes
or
1728000 seconds
oh no I mean 1727999 seconds
1727998
no 1727997
um 1727996
nope 1727995...
you get the picture.
20 days
or
480 hours
or
28800 minutes
or
1728000 seconds
oh no I mean 1727999 seconds
1727998
no 1727997
um 1727996
nope 1727995...
you get the picture.
Monday, February 04, 2008
I'm feeling a little:
alert, anticipative, anxious, awaiting, breathless, eager, hopeful, hoping, in suspense, looking for, on edge, on tenterhooks, prepared, raring, ready, vigilant, waiting, waiting on, watchful
well, at least thats what the thesaurus tells me. Hmmm.
well, at least thats what the thesaurus tells me. Hmmm.
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
In Celebration of:
* Fresh bread rolls for lunch. Thank you Mr Bakery-Man (or Woman) for your baked goodness, all crunchy on the outside and soft on the inside.
* Cabaret shows performed by friends which rock the audience and impress my parents.
* New Kids On The Block reforming perhaps. NO MORE GAMES BOYS!
* Men who have been pretentious since 1998. Ain't no changing those leopards spots.
* Nephews who turn 3.
* Co-workers lending you awesome CD's. (that you wouldn't burn because its wrong.)
* Scary nightmares that make you wake up and realise you are safe and warm and happy in bed.
Hip Hip Hooooooray!!!!!!
* Cabaret shows performed by friends which rock the audience and impress my parents.
* New Kids On The Block reforming perhaps. NO MORE GAMES BOYS!
* Men who have been pretentious since 1998. Ain't no changing those leopards spots.
* Nephews who turn 3.
* Co-workers lending you awesome CD's. (that you wouldn't burn because its wrong.)
* Scary nightmares that make you wake up and realise you are safe and warm and happy in bed.
Hip Hip Hooooooray!!!!!!
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Let's Hear it for the Boy!!
Susie and I were witness to something very very very special the other night. We were lucky enough to be ticket holders for a Sufjan Stevens gig. Concert. Show. Celebration. Experience. Thing.
I have been a part of many a special musical moment - Jeff Buckley playing at the Coogee Bay Hotel to around 500 people, Rufus Wainwright playing acoustic to 100 people at the Seymour Centre, Michael Franti hugging an entire audience one by one at Byron Bay, MC Hammer at the Entertainment Centre - really really special moments in music....but this was something else.
Sufjan Stevens makes you smile. Laugh. Hug. Weep. Love. Mourn. The whole kit and caboodle ... and he can hula a hoop like no other man I've ever seen.
If I could find more words I would use them to just continue to rave and rave and rave! Alas, words fail me. All I can really say is that the world is a much more beautiful place with Sufjan in it.
So come on and hear the Illinoise!
I have been a part of many a special musical moment - Jeff Buckley playing at the Coogee Bay Hotel to around 500 people, Rufus Wainwright playing acoustic to 100 people at the Seymour Centre, Michael Franti hugging an entire audience one by one at Byron Bay, MC Hammer at the Entertainment Centre - really really special moments in music....but this was something else.
Sufjan Stevens makes you smile. Laugh. Hug. Weep. Love. Mourn. The whole kit and caboodle ... and he can hula a hoop like no other man I've ever seen.
If I could find more words I would use them to just continue to rave and rave and rave! Alas, words fail me. All I can really say is that the world is a much more beautiful place with Sufjan in it.
So come on and hear the Illinoise!
Thursday, January 10, 2008
Amanda went to the mosh pit (and didn't even get a lousy T-Shirt)
But boy, do I have some bruises.
Last night, I, along with my mate Heather, braved the teenagers and went to the Kings Of Leon concert. My god were they good. Just brilliant. They have all the makings of a really massive rock band, and, thankfully, none of the stadium arena fan fare. Just four guys, guitars and drums and a heaving room of happy punters.
We found ourselves, with relative ease, pretty close to the front and in the middle. There was almost a view to the stage - apart from the girl in front of me who insisted on filming the entire show on her phone which meant that really, she missed the entire concert.
There was a lovely older guy (had to have been 30 at least) who allowed Heather and I to slip in the wee space in front of him, of course he then thought this allowed him to feel us up under the guise of "can you see? Are you getting hit? Here let me just touch your boob" ... you know that kind of thing. Maybe not so lovely?
All in all, I have to say, the live, moshy experience is an unparalleled mix of joy and pain. Its fun and crazy and hot and stuffy, smelly and sweaty and electric and adrenalised. There will come a day that I will be punched I am sure ("Yeah well the sign says no smoking, so please extinguish it or I will be forced to report you to those guards over there young man") or maybe throw one myself ("what part of stop whipping my face with your ponytail do you not get lady?") but in the meantime, while I still have at least a little kick left, I will still try and "get to the front" and rock out.
I have one complaint though, I understand they have two types of T-Shirts at merchandise counters that usually go like this "MENS: S M L XL XXL" and "GIRLS: 8 10 12" .... Well I am a woman. WOMAN. I am not a girl and I am certainly not a man. But sometimes, just sometimes, I want to buy a T-Shirt. SO WHY WON'T ANYONE LET ME??????
Yeah, rock n roll!
Last night, I, along with my mate Heather, braved the teenagers and went to the Kings Of Leon concert. My god were they good. Just brilliant. They have all the makings of a really massive rock band, and, thankfully, none of the stadium arena fan fare. Just four guys, guitars and drums and a heaving room of happy punters.
We found ourselves, with relative ease, pretty close to the front and in the middle. There was almost a view to the stage - apart from the girl in front of me who insisted on filming the entire show on her phone which meant that really, she missed the entire concert.
There was a lovely older guy (had to have been 30 at least) who allowed Heather and I to slip in the wee space in front of him, of course he then thought this allowed him to feel us up under the guise of "can you see? Are you getting hit? Here let me just touch your boob" ... you know that kind of thing. Maybe not so lovely?
All in all, I have to say, the live, moshy experience is an unparalleled mix of joy and pain. Its fun and crazy and hot and stuffy, smelly and sweaty and electric and adrenalised. There will come a day that I will be punched I am sure ("Yeah well the sign says no smoking, so please extinguish it or I will be forced to report you to those guards over there young man") or maybe throw one myself ("what part of stop whipping my face with your ponytail do you not get lady?") but in the meantime, while I still have at least a little kick left, I will still try and "get to the front" and rock out.
I have one complaint though, I understand they have two types of T-Shirts at merchandise counters that usually go like this "MENS: S M L XL XXL" and "GIRLS: 8 10 12" .... Well I am a woman. WOMAN. I am not a girl and I am certainly not a man. But sometimes, just sometimes, I want to buy a T-Shirt. SO WHY WON'T ANYONE LET ME??????
Yeah, rock n roll!
Monday, January 07, 2008
Thank God I'm Here.
I was nearly killed in the early hours of this morning.
In a weird artwork-over-bed accident, my sleep was well and truly interrupted and I narrowly escaped serious harm. I narrowly escaped potential cuts and bruises. Somewhere between a wee fright and death. That is what I narrowly escaped.
You can imagine then, the crazy things that I have been thinking about. What if I had not have had a nightmare about spiders with huge extendable legs and so had not woken just in time to sit up and catch the large wooden frame that fell off the wall? I think I will buy some new pyjama's and clean my bedroom just in case. In an emergency, no one has time to clean. Or put on something flattering.
And now that I have looked death (well, possible cuts and bruises) in the face, I feel the need to make every moment count. Of course spending my time at work and posting blogs is not necessarily reflective of the "making it count" mentality but you know, maybe I will buy that airfare and ticket to Ireland for the Electric Picnic? And maybe, just maybe, my epiphany will be realised by many. Or at least two.
Its a slow release spontaneity, but its there.
In a weird artwork-over-bed accident, my sleep was well and truly interrupted and I narrowly escaped serious harm. I narrowly escaped potential cuts and bruises. Somewhere between a wee fright and death. That is what I narrowly escaped.
You can imagine then, the crazy things that I have been thinking about. What if I had not have had a nightmare about spiders with huge extendable legs and so had not woken just in time to sit up and catch the large wooden frame that fell off the wall? I think I will buy some new pyjama's and clean my bedroom just in case. In an emergency, no one has time to clean. Or put on something flattering.
And now that I have looked death (well, possible cuts and bruises) in the face, I feel the need to make every moment count. Of course spending my time at work and posting blogs is not necessarily reflective of the "making it count" mentality but you know, maybe I will buy that airfare and ticket to Ireland for the Electric Picnic? And maybe, just maybe, my epiphany will be realised by many. Or at least two.
Its a slow release spontaneity, but its there.
Wednesday, January 02, 2008
Friday, December 21, 2007
PC or not PC.... was there even a question?
I will not let them spoil my day.
I will not let them spoil my day.
I will not let them spoil my day.
I will not let them spoil my day.
I will not let them spoil my day.
I will not let them spoil my day.
I will not let them spoil my day.
I will not let them spoil my day.
I will not let them spoil my day.
I will not let them spoil my day.
Count to 10. Breathe......
So after asking the alpha males of my office to tone down the blatantly slanderous remarks referring to any religion that failed to "just accept that Christmas is our culture and they should just shut up about it already" (yes, that's verbatim folks), I was fairly confident that I had voiced my objections to any particularly racial, discriminating or marginalising opinions.
I thought.
I am left wondering then, at what point MY MANAGER thought I might enjoy some rather distasteful jokes? I am talking REALLY offensive. Like even David Brent would have known to keep these ones to himself.
And when my reaction was to say that I thought he was both inappropriate and unfunny, why then did he need to keep telling the jokes to others to see what they thought?
Have I stumbled into the '70's by accident?
Still, tis the last day of work before some fun happy times with family and friends and countdowns to good good times indeed. So I will not let them spoil my day.
Happy happy festive season everyone - and here's to a cracker 2008!!!
I will not let them spoil my day.
I will not let them spoil my day.
I will not let them spoil my day.
I will not let them spoil my day.
I will not let them spoil my day.
I will not let them spoil my day.
I will not let them spoil my day.
I will not let them spoil my day.
I will not let them spoil my day.
Count to 10. Breathe......
So after asking the alpha males of my office to tone down the blatantly slanderous remarks referring to any religion that failed to "just accept that Christmas is our culture and they should just shut up about it already" (yes, that's verbatim folks), I was fairly confident that I had voiced my objections to any particularly racial, discriminating or marginalising opinions.
I thought.
I am left wondering then, at what point MY MANAGER thought I might enjoy some rather distasteful jokes? I am talking REALLY offensive. Like even David Brent would have known to keep these ones to himself.
And when my reaction was to say that I thought he was both inappropriate and unfunny, why then did he need to keep telling the jokes to others to see what they thought?
Have I stumbled into the '70's by accident?
Still, tis the last day of work before some fun happy times with family and friends and countdowns to good good times indeed. So I will not let them spoil my day.
Happy happy festive season everyone - and here's to a cracker 2008!!!
Thursday, December 20, 2007
The Tonne.
This is exciting. This is my 100th post.
I figured I should make it special, but then realised I should have something to say in that case... and I don't really have anything to say. So then I thought maybe I should wait until I had something to say before I went ahead and wasted this momentous occasion by just writing a lot of words.
But that would not be like me at all.
So here it is. The century. The big 1 0 0.
Quite the anti climax really.
On a brighter note however, I am feeling incredibly blessed and lucky and somewhat happy right now. I mean, a lot of people get a little stressed this time of year, even depressed, I have in the past felt that way. This year however, I am looking around thinking to myself, Ms Buckley, take note - you have a wonderful group of friends, a fantastic family and you have been lucky enough to have some amazing heart flutterings this year.... smile and enjoy young lady..... and so, I am.
Merry Christmas everyone.... take care and have fun!!! Xx
I figured I should make it special, but then realised I should have something to say in that case... and I don't really have anything to say. So then I thought maybe I should wait until I had something to say before I went ahead and wasted this momentous occasion by just writing a lot of words.
But that would not be like me at all.
So here it is. The century. The big 1 0 0.
Quite the anti climax really.
On a brighter note however, I am feeling incredibly blessed and lucky and somewhat happy right now. I mean, a lot of people get a little stressed this time of year, even depressed, I have in the past felt that way. This year however, I am looking around thinking to myself, Ms Buckley, take note - you have a wonderful group of friends, a fantastic family and you have been lucky enough to have some amazing heart flutterings this year.... smile and enjoy young lady..... and so, I am.
Merry Christmas everyone.... take care and have fun!!! Xx
Friday, December 14, 2007
Clock watching....
I am being a very naughty employee today.
Only working a half day as it is, that should mean I knuckle down, get stuck into it, tick things off the list.
I have had 6 cups of tea. 6. Its 1030am. That's mental. 2 biscuits (standard), made 2 personal calls, sent 4 text messages, checked 3 bank accounts, read 3 blogs, commented on 2 blogs, sent 14 emails, chatted, daydreamed and started planning for the arrival of my dear friend Caomhan. Yay.
With only half an hour left in the office for the day, surely I cannot start on a project now....I wonder what bargains are on Amazon today?
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Blank me in the morning....
I am sleepy but very happy this morning thanks to the first in the new round of performances of Blank! The Musical.
We had a full house, a happy ready for action audience and a cast that was damn excited to be together again.
Impro has been a bit of an up and down for me over the last few months - mainly up - but you know, sometimes a trying experience that has me wondering if I will be doing it for much longer - but when you get to jump up and sing and do silly things with a cast of friends and people clap at the end, well, you fall in love with impro all over again.
Thank you Blank! ("Lets show the world the great big Wang inside.....")
I cannot wait to take this show to the Melbourne Comedy Festival.
We had a full house, a happy ready for action audience and a cast that was damn excited to be together again.
Impro has been a bit of an up and down for me over the last few months - mainly up - but you know, sometimes a trying experience that has me wondering if I will be doing it for much longer - but when you get to jump up and sing and do silly things with a cast of friends and people clap at the end, well, you fall in love with impro all over again.
Thank you Blank! ("Lets show the world the great big Wang inside.....")
I cannot wait to take this show to the Melbourne Comedy Festival.
Wednesday, December 05, 2007
Happy Happy Days
I had a birthday on the weekend. My 32nd. Life is good. Very good. I am smiling. A lot. There is a lot to smile about. Remind me of this the next time I post a whingey blog.
I think its going to be a good year.
And for the record, surprises are good. Very good. Incredibly good. Like totally AWESOME.
I can feel a list of "top things for '07" coming on. But not yet..... though the weekend that just was will be on the top for sure.
Hip Hip Hooray indeed!!!!
I think its going to be a good year.
And for the record, surprises are good. Very good. Incredibly good. Like totally AWESOME.
I can feel a list of "top things for '07" coming on. But not yet..... though the weekend that just was will be on the top for sure.
Hip Hip Hooray indeed!!!!
Friday, November 16, 2007
Highs and Lows
The day started badly.
A cockroach decided to share my shower. It was a disturbing five minutes.
Ten minutes into my 1.5 hour drive to work I realised there was a piece of glass on my shirt which was cutting my arm. Nice.
Then.... Buddy Holly (Weezer) was played on the radio. Even though I can listen to this song whenever I want to, there is nothing as joyful as the spontaniety of a radio station playing one of your favourite songs. Maybe this day would not be so bad afterall.
Then the coffee machine at the service station I stopped in at to stop, revive, survive BROKE on me mid-latte.
An unfair balance of lows at only 7.45am.
Hit me with the highs Friday. Go on. I dare you to!
A cockroach decided to share my shower. It was a disturbing five minutes.
Ten minutes into my 1.5 hour drive to work I realised there was a piece of glass on my shirt which was cutting my arm. Nice.
Then.... Buddy Holly (Weezer) was played on the radio. Even though I can listen to this song whenever I want to, there is nothing as joyful as the spontaniety of a radio station playing one of your favourite songs. Maybe this day would not be so bad afterall.
Then the coffee machine at the service station I stopped in at to stop, revive, survive BROKE on me mid-latte.
An unfair balance of lows at only 7.45am.
Hit me with the highs Friday. Go on. I dare you to!
Friday, November 09, 2007
Old Man Radio
What is it with the average office and the middle class white male in his 50's who forces us to listen to his "shock jock talk back" radio stations?
Just to annoy him, I have taken to singing happy birthday to everyone that says good morning to me today.
Its working.
And its also putting me in a pretty good mood.
.... Things are looking up.
Just to annoy him, I have taken to singing happy birthday to everyone that says good morning to me today.
Its working.
And its also putting me in a pretty good mood.
.... Things are looking up.
Thursday, November 08, 2007
Perfect timing...
So the text message reads:
"Have you started thinking of your next trip up north? I'm thinking somewhere fabulous in Europe together also...."
Should I? Could I? Quite probably!
(breathes into the paper bag....)
Then my phone rings :
"Hey, I phoned you by accident....but hey! Have a great day..."
And with that, my day is made.
(puts the bag in the bin - wait - its paper - recycle.)
"Have you started thinking of your next trip up north? I'm thinking somewhere fabulous in Europe together also...."
Should I? Could I? Quite probably!
(breathes into the paper bag....)
Then my phone rings :
"Hey, I phoned you by accident....but hey! Have a great day..."
And with that, my day is made.
(puts the bag in the bin - wait - its paper - recycle.)
Blah.
I could not get out of bed this morning. I just did not want to. Not through lack of sleep - actually for the first time in a while I had a long, deep, fitful sleep. No, I was very wide awake and just did not want to leave my bed.
Previously in my life, when I have felt this way, or if I cried in the shower, it was time to resign. I have had something like 18 jobs in my 17 years of employment - and the last 7 years have been spent with my current employer. The only thing I have stuck to longer than this job was school - which was obligatory, and being a Buckley, which, while enjoyable, has been unavoidable.
Now that I have some sort of history here, the previous manner in which I disposed of my jobs cannot be used. I have rent to pay. I am accustomed to a standard of living. I am debt free. So why would I chuck it in.
I had a panic attack yesterday. Now, it could've been because yet again I have decided to take another month off work to head to Melbourne and the Comedy Festival and I even purchased my airfare. But that shouldn't have been it. Thats fun stuff right?
And work is not that bad. I mean, here I am, happy with the fallling rain (profits perhaps?) up in the Northern Beaches, posting a blog entry instead of working. Thats not too terrible is it? And most of the people are lovely. The few that are not, well, they are kinda entertaining in an annoying way and can actually spice the day up with ridiculous behaviour.
So why did I have a panic attack and whats this pain in my neck that is not muscular - all I'm saying is, it might be a clot. And it might be travelling to my brain. And if I die unexpectedly, will I regret not resigning today???????
Can someone pass me a paper bag please!
Previously in my life, when I have felt this way, or if I cried in the shower, it was time to resign. I have had something like 18 jobs in my 17 years of employment - and the last 7 years have been spent with my current employer. The only thing I have stuck to longer than this job was school - which was obligatory, and being a Buckley, which, while enjoyable, has been unavoidable.
Now that I have some sort of history here, the previous manner in which I disposed of my jobs cannot be used. I have rent to pay. I am accustomed to a standard of living. I am debt free. So why would I chuck it in.
I had a panic attack yesterday. Now, it could've been because yet again I have decided to take another month off work to head to Melbourne and the Comedy Festival and I even purchased my airfare. But that shouldn't have been it. Thats fun stuff right?
And work is not that bad. I mean, here I am, happy with the fallling rain (profits perhaps?) up in the Northern Beaches, posting a blog entry instead of working. Thats not too terrible is it? And most of the people are lovely. The few that are not, well, they are kinda entertaining in an annoying way and can actually spice the day up with ridiculous behaviour.
So why did I have a panic attack and whats this pain in my neck that is not muscular - all I'm saying is, it might be a clot. And it might be travelling to my brain. And if I die unexpectedly, will I regret not resigning today???????
Can someone pass me a paper bag please!
Tuesday, November 06, 2007
PM for PM
I heard this on the radio this morning, and I think it was both pretty funny and dead on the money.
There is a festival in Port Macquarie, a town on the northern central coast of New South Wales (near the holiday destination of my childhood - Laurieton, where my Dads Aunty Laurie lived. No lie. I thought the town was named after her. It wasn't. But still. I mean, imagine if it was. I would be great niece to THE Laurie of Laurieton. Anyway, its just a coincidence.)
I digress.
What I found amazing was the radio announcer explaining why it was going to be an awesome festival -
"Its in Port Macquarie. Which sounds like Paul McCartney. And everyone loves the Beatles."
Yes they do. (and if they don't, they are probably lying.)
There is a festival in Port Macquarie, a town on the northern central coast of New South Wales (near the holiday destination of my childhood - Laurieton, where my Dads Aunty Laurie lived. No lie. I thought the town was named after her. It wasn't. But still. I mean, imagine if it was. I would be great niece to THE Laurie of Laurieton. Anyway, its just a coincidence.)
I digress.
What I found amazing was the radio announcer explaining why it was going to be an awesome festival -
"Its in Port Macquarie. Which sounds like Paul McCartney. And everyone loves the Beatles."
Yes they do. (and if they don't, they are probably lying.)
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