Friday, October 29, 2010


Hmmm... see that last post? The one where I questioned whether I should amend my trip next year to include a trip to London to see Take That?

Well, thanks to the wonders of the internet, not to mention the sound advice of my London-based friend Fiona who, upon discovering that I was having dramas with (which had been crashing all morning), told me to try (thanks Fi!); I am (soon to be) a proud possessor of one magic ticket to Wembley Stadium on Tuesday 5 July 2011.


It's true.

I am going to see Take That in concert.

[insert rather loud squeeeeeeeeeeeeee here]

Best I get cracking on that savings plan.

[insert more loud
squeeeeeeeeeeeeee-ing here]

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Take. This.

Well this bit of news has me totally rethinking my 40th birthday trip next year...

The initial plan was to head Stateside about 16th June, spend a couple of weeks in NYC living large with the ladies, and then find a nice remote, relaxing, lake or forest or beach to sit and write for a couple of weeks.

But now I think I might have to leg it over to London in early July to see the lads. I mean I could wait until they come to Australia, but seeing as they've not made good on their 2007 tour promise when I stalked saw them in Martin Place, I'm not holding my breath that they'll make it down here. Besides there's always the chance by the time they get here Rob might've thrown his toys out the pram again and left.

So I think I must go to Wembley.

Maybe I can then spend two weeks in Cornwall or the Cotswolds or something instead. I don't really mind what type of forest or lake or beach I'm at as long as it's reasonably remote.

But I can't miss seeing the lads. I wonder if Howie still breakdances?

Monday, October 25, 2010

From Melbourne With ♥

This is yet another reason why I love Melbourne:

Random notes.

It's nice to know there's a few of us out there attempting to make this world a nicer place, one tiny step at a time.

Take a moment and share the love today, please?


Sunday, October 17, 2010


I've decided to stop apologising for my lack of blogging. The reasons I haven't have been good ones - like actually being employed to write - so I don't feel guilty.

Well, I do a little bit. Just a little.


I've also finished the little project I was working on. Check it out. Pretty cool, huh? I'm very proud of our little group and still in awe of our creative and inventive leader. She amazes me.

But I've missed blogging and I'm glad to have a bit more time to dedicate to it. So hopefully I'll be around here a bit more.

A little while ago I stumbled across a blog which interested me - not sure how I came across it but that's beside the point. The point is, it turns out it's written by a girl I went to high school with. Weird, huh? We weren't particularly good friends at high school, as we were in different home groups and moved in different circles, but we were in some of the same music classes and were always friendly. Of course, we haven't kept in touch, but coming across her blog a few months ago has made me realise how small the world actually is and how you never really escape your past.

The fact I haven't lived in my hometown for well over 15 years now and have kept in touch with only a handful of school and university friends hasn't made a scrap of difference to the fact that the past is always sneaking up on you.

I guess the trick is not to let it freak you out and instead concentrate on looking forward. I'm not saying the past should be ignored, just that it shouldn't be dwelt upon. Is that even correct English? Dwelt? The more I look at it the more wrong it seems.

I'm getting sidetracked again.


Last week, Fiona put up a post on her challenge to herself to complete a certain 40 things before she turns 40 next year. I really liked that idea, so have decided to adopt it for myself. Thanks for the inspiration Fiona!

I do find it difficult to believe I'm turning 40 next year. I certainly don't feel it. Or look it. And that's really not just wishful thinking. Most people react in absolute jaw-dropping shock when I tell them my age. It's quite funny. I used to think 40 was ancient, so I suppose they do too. Some days I feel like I've packed quite a bit into the last (almost) 40 years... other days I sit here and wonder what the hell I've achieved. I do tend to focus on that one more than the other, which I don't think is a particularly good thing. People are pretty tough on themselves sometimes don't you think? Shouldn't we all stop and reflect on our achievements sometimes too?

So I think there will be two blog posts coming up. "40 before 40" to give me something to work towards and "39 Steps to 40" to celebrate the journey involved.

Stay tuned.

Tuesday, October 05, 2010

Busy, Busy, Busy

Only two posts in September. Shocking. Lashing of apologies to those who kept popping by hoping for something new, only to be disappointed.

I've been working a lot the last couple of weeks - I'm back at Trades for the Fringe Festival and my new little business has picked up a couple of clients, so I've been writing away for them and discovering not only that I enjoy it, but I'm actually rather good at it.

As evidenced by the photo above, I've also been keeping my fingers busy with a little project, which will come to fruition on Monday 11 October. Melbourne people keep your eyes peeled. It's been lots of fun and a great conversation starter on trains, at work, in the park... most people are fascinated to discover that the skill of handicrafts continues to exist in this technology-obsessed world of ours. Personally I've found it a very soothing past-time and one I'll be reluctant to give up.

However all good things must come to an end (to make room for more good things!), so this weekend our little project will be complete and Fringe will be finished. With three whole days free per week to devote to my little business and other writing projects, I won't know what to do with myself! Expect more from me then.