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I wasn't going to get online this weekend, but if I don't post these now I never will. Today I went to Sculpture by the Sea, for the first in years. It does get a bit samey, but, for me at least, there was some new stuff, even though two women went past muttering: "Is that all he does? Giant corroding cheese graters?"

See for yourself: ( clicky for pics )

Current Mood: sunburnt

Photos from my garden to cheer up my friends who need cheering up. ( click for flower power pic spam )

Current Mood: chipper

I did, finally, in between loads of washing on Sunday (hello pause button), catch up on White Collar. But I'm having such a terrible day again I can barely breathe, so I'll have to wait a bit before I tell you what I thought of it.

Because I don't want to come across as a curmudgeonly curmudgeon, otherwise you'll demand I stop watching it, and it's not that, it's just that I was brought up in a corrective, Calvinist household, and that's how I turned out, corrective and Calvinist, and, while I adore White Collar, I feel it gets by too easily on the many charms of its dashing young lead. I feel it 'could do better' (a statement I have a more than passing familiarity with, cf corrective and Calvinist).
( more: white collars, black hats )

Current Mood: bitchy

It appears I'm having a Tuesday as well. Same as before, repeat. And repeat. And repeat.

Oh, and see what passes for news worthy cold weather around here. That's 24F in American, I think. And, given the lag since the last time we had a winter this cold, you'll now know why I have no warm jumpers or coats in my wardrobe and why I am thusly effing freezing me tits off, as we say here. Cause usually, the warm fluffys, not needed here. Please send hot tea and warm, puppyish actors to snuggle with, cause I think it's gonna be another three dog night tonight.
( more: brass monkeys )

Current Mood: cold

So, it's going to be one of those Mondays. Change dropped, wrong order in the coffee shop, servers and connections down, got hissed at several times for not getting out of the way of far more important people quickly enough and I have a headache and I'm utterly miserable. Now is very, most definitely, the winter of my discontent.

Yes, the coffee shop, that American one. I seriously only went in their for the coffee grounds (the abundant slugs in the garden find them anathema). That's my story and I'm sticking to it. I just ordered tea, anyway. Don't ask. Looks like they were having a Monday, too.

Speaking of American coffee chains and their greatest customer, I gotta say, seriously, Matty, lay off the frappuccinos. Everytime I see a pap photo, there he is, clutching one. Every friggin' time. Matty, my dear boy, there will come a day, as it must come to all of us, when you'll have that frappuccino too far and we'll be talking the Vegas years, n'est-ce pas? So quit while you're still cute, my lovely one, because being not cute is not fun, trust me on this. Seriously, really not fun.

At least it explains all the sugar-hyped hijinks in some of the interviews - grin.
( more: swordplay )

Current Mood: discontent

(last) Wednesday: Puma? Puma!

I fangirled Sir Ian McKellan last night. I have no shame. He was sweet, kind, patient and indulgent, and I heart him, big time.

Yeah, I went and saw Waiting for Godot at the OPera House last night. I was so excited (well, I was, up until June, which as soured me on all things, somewhat) and twas a pity it was a rubbish day (I was running so late I had to dash through the rain straight to the Opera House, skittering on the well pavers) and then I had to check my work bag so I was left holding my most essential stuff in a plastic shopping bag and, let's just say I grew tired of the tut tutting of those other, well heeled folks and their designer bags. And my period started during the interval, which at least explains why I was so very unwell and unhappy, but seriously? Already?

So yes, the play. Well, what on earth can I, a mere pleb, say about Godot? Is it about God, life, death, the pathos of the human condition, or two ageing and absent minded bums comically arguing about nothing for two acts? At least it was funny, Sir Ian wickedly so, absolutely wickedly so (he should employ that shameless scene stealing in some of his more mainstream films, it'd improve them no end) and I sort of settled down and really enjoyed the second act (for the first I was beyond woozy and flustered, sorry).

I liked it, I've finally seen it and it was such a treat to get a proper West End production touring out here. Proper London theatre, for the price of a bus fare. Amazing.
( more: parklife )

(last) Tuesday: Anchors aweigh

The prisoners were all on the bus again. I don't know why my bus has become an unofficial prison transport, but it has. They take up three quarters of the bus and this morning they were being particularly abusive and offensive so I got off at the nearest stop to the station and caught the train in instead. It costs more, takes longer (cause I have to wait for it), but at least I had peace and quiet. I even got out my wee spiral notebook and scrawled off a scene. ( more: seamen )

Last Monday: Went out to the STC last night. Yes, I know, but these things had been booked ages ago and it's just one of those things that they just all pile into together and make a big week. And it's going to be a big week, lots of meetings and stuff. Blah.

Anyway, the play last night, Oresteia. I liked it. I'm glad I picked it and I'm glad I went. I enjoyed the walk through the Rocks, I enjoyed sipping wine at the end of the wharf with a glorious view of the harbour and the boats all lit up gliding across dark velvet waters.
( more: us and them )

Well, that was cool. We decided that we just had to dine at The Summit, an old 60s revolving resturant, and I know that one should never dine at a resturant that either revolves or foats, but it was fun, and food was fine. To be honest, I was thinking, okay, a restaurant that revolves, the height of sophistication for the 60s (smirk), but yeah, I get it, it was fun. Really fun. And we got a window seat (whoo!), and we watched a violent evening storm, a blobby sunset that looked like something out of some 70s tv show I watched as a kid and then all the city lights came on as we slowly turned, turned, turned. And the resturant - whoo! Groovy, baby.
( more: round and round it goes )

Current Mood: hot

Oh boy. Where to start? I think I'll try and do this in themes.

Bond: Bond, Bond and more Bond. Fox Classics has ervamped itself into the All Bond All The Time Channel, and I've absolutely no problem with that. At first I sat down to Dr No because I'd been to that Bond exhibition and thought I would, but then I remembered why I loved the series so much, be it the classic sixties cool of the Connery years to the tacky 70s/80s campness of the Moore years (and sadly, Moonraker was the first Bond film I ever saw in a cinema, and I had to lie about being twelve to get in, hardly seems worth it now). So all I've done really is watch Bond. And...loving it.
( more: wot I did on my hols )

Saturday was all washing and trying to get the IQ down to a manageable level (ie so it'll stop making noises and stop doing bad things to Hustle and Messiah), which means I didn't get to watch shows I'd recorded especially to watch, like Wire in the Blood, Silent Witness and Rex. Ah, well. Such is my life.

Fell asleep during Rebus, so I didn't get to watch that, either (and either I missed the ABC screenings or Hallmark is showing stuff first run because suddenly we went from episodes I'd seen to episodes I'd not, like Hustle on UKTV.

Sunday we went to see Sculpture by the Sea at Bondi.

( more: piccies )

The stuff you find when rummaging about on a memory card...
( clickie )

Current Mood: dorky

Found this going through some old folders today:

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Melbourne, Victoria, Australia, 2004

My good chum was in Hong Kong recently (my, what jetsetters we are) and they took this piccie for me on their brand new camera:
( Hey, Jude )

Well, I finally got my grubby little mitts on a copy of Robin Hood series deux. In fact, it was the Peanut Gallery who eventually found it for me, as every place I'd been to was sold out of the little buggers. So in answer to your question as why R4 got the Hood goods first, I guess it's cause we love the lad. Though you will tell me if you get better extras, won't you? You usually do. Most of the time we don't get extras at all (Casanova, first release of Supernatural, etc, etc, etc ad infinitum).
( more: it's big and it's bland full of tension and fear )

North and east Scotland...
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York

Whitby

So, no more Life on Mars. Last episode played here last night - and I nearly didn't get to see it as I was obliged by work to attend this wankfest but as nobody wanted to schmooze with this little bumpkin in her K-mart shirt I was out the door asap and in a taxi.

Made it.
( more: ker-splat )

Oxford and Nottingham

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My hour for tea is half-past five, and my buttered toast waits for nobody.

the chicken that ate bondi

spring has sprung

so clever, but oh so vulnerable

able to leap tall buildings

tell me why

o' mice an 'men

the best-laid schemes

I shall hug it and pet it and call it George

top of the world

pussies galore

the run around

oh yeah, him....

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