Golden

It's raining, it's pouring, the old man is snoring.....First time I actually don't want to leave work...there's a hail storm out there threatining to wash me away!

I think I love you....

I'm at home sick today. As awful as I feel, there's always a tiny bit of happiness when I realize I have to stay home on the couch all day. Three simple words. Day. Time. Tv. I'm a sucker for it. I did sadly sleep through the Kerry-Ann Show but I woke just in time for Dr Phil to begin. The show's subject for the day : Is it over? couples heading for divorce. Riveting piece of TV. A guest Psychiatrist actually said this line, "Jason forgetting the cheese is classic ADD". It was at this point that I switched the channel over to watch Ellen. I won't go too much into Ellen just yet as she had the endearing Drew Barrymore on the show which I want to write about later in another post. Then it was time for Oprah. Oh dear Oprah. I'm not sure what it is about this woman that I just love. Perhaps it's because she is the only woman in the world who can make a room full of women, and sometimes men, scream histerics when presented with a microwave or even tupperware. Power. Today her guest was David Cassidy. Given my age, I really didn't know who this guy was but I soon learnt he was of course Keith Partridge from the cult 70's show, The Partridge Family. More fans than Elvis or the Beatles, this guy was the ultimate teen idol. And what a babe! I would have definately bought a lunch box with his face on it if i were around in those days. It was funny to see all these middle aged women in the audience, who once fantasied about marrying this man, holding up vinyls with his face on it, dancing and singing to every note he belted out. And boy did he love it! It got me thinking, will I one day be holding up posters and dancing to my idol, Alex Turner by the way, 30 years from now as my children ask, "Who the heck is Alex Turner mum?". But they don't make teen idols like they did back then so I'll continue to daydream of David Cassidy circa 1970's. Not nowadays. Now he's old.

You can call me Al

A boring Friday lunch break has left me listening (sleeping) to Simon and Garfunkel. Not the worst way to spend my lunch but given it is Friday, shouldn't I be pumping some Presets or Dizzy Rascal to get me excited about the weekend???? Yesterday it was Nirvana. A very bad mood left me dunking my king size cadbury chocolate bar into my cup of tea while reliving 90's grunge. And it worked. In some really twisted way, Kurt Cobain really knows how to calm your nerves.

This weekend is looking very bright. Not only is it going to be 20 degrees tomorrow, which is warm in Melbourne terms, but Javed is turning 21 which could only mean throwing one massive party. The last one at his house resulted in a girl needing cruches. Some may call that a successful party. Some may call it dangerous. Either way, it is gauranteed fun. I may need Simon and Garfunkel to rest my poor head after this one come Monday.

Look under your bed, it will set you free...

My very first entry on my shiny new blog whilst watching an old classic. Almost Famous. I put it on for inspiration. The music and script sends you into a dream world. It's Thursday night and I'm usually out dancing with a beer in one hand but tonight it's vanilla chai tea and worn down slippers with an old friend, Penny Lane. If this was the real world.....