A bit empty on blog ideas at present... hopefully come up with some interesting fodder shortly.
In the meantime... I'll be filming my Ready Steady Cook episode on Monday! (Guess they liked my warthog story.) Its the first episode of the series to be screened in 2007, so keep your eyes peeled. Pun definitely intended.
In other news...
Thanks to genius planning and organisation, I got Row D, centre for the now sold out performances of Ralph Fiennes at the Sydney Festival. Swoon. I also have tickets for the sold out La Clique at The Famous Speigeltent and the fabulously named Seemanslieder (say it like the Germans would!). Couldn't get anyone to go with me to that though... I guess European avant-garde theatre isn't really everyone's cup of tea.
Now if only I could find someone to go see Rockstar: Supernova with me at the Hordern. There must be someone who wants to go perv on Tommy Lee and Gilby Clarke...
I'm also feeling quite smug because I've nearly finished all my Christmas shopping. I've yet to think about Christmas cards though... unlike Ems whose card arrived from Belgium yesterday (you are too freaking organised woman!!!).
I'm also compiling my Christmas list and not-so-subtly dropping hints about what I'd like... for instance did you know that the Series 2 box set of Dr Who comes out on December 7? Or that there is such a thing as a TARDIS keychain? (thanks for the heads up on that Lisa!). And Benefit have a new Benetint/Lipgloss pocketpal which would be oh-so-handy. There's also a Gleebooks catalogue open on my kitchen table which just happens to be marked with my summer reading plan. Oh and I've decided I want someone to create a Sister Wendy t-shirt. Anyone who's ever seen any of her utterly brilliant documentaries will understand the fascination.
And if all else fails, an iTunes voucher will do me nicely, thanks mum.
Right. I'm off to make lunch and watch Ready Steady Cook in preparation for my taping...
xo
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
The Brutha Birthday Dilemma!
Here's today's dilemma.
What does one purchase as a birthday present for one's older brother (Brutha), bearing in mind the following...
1. The sum total of time Brutha and I have spent in each other's company over the last 12 years equates to less than one month. In fact I would probably say it totals about a fortnight.
2. Brutha doesn't read. Anything. Not books (unless you count the occasional comic), not magazines, not newspapers. Nada. Sometimes I do wonder if one of us was switched at birth.
3. Brutha plays a lot of sport (cricket, hockey, tennis and is annoyingly brilliant at all of them) and is a... a... (I can't bring myself to say it) Crows supporter (aaarrggghh), but I have no idea as to what, if any, related paraphernalia he either has or would interest him.
4. Apparently Brutha has stacked on so much weight since I last saw him (about 18 months ago) that I have no idea what clothing size he may be. I don't want to insult him by choosing either XL (which is one size up from what he used to be) or XXXXL (I'm really hoping he's not Demis Roussos sized). Nor do I have any idea of how stylish he may be. Although his wife does choose most of his clothes and I find her taste somewhat questionable.
5. Aside from the fact he once upon a time must have liked Spandau Ballet and Bon Jovi (cos he stole my records), I have no idea what type of music he listens to. He doesn't own an iPod either. In fact, I doubt he even knows how to use a computer. That's not a sledge, its just a fact. The man is a truck driver.
6. He only drinks beer. When I was in Portugal ten years ago I bought him a bottle of port made in 1969 (the year of his birth). He said it tasted gross and threw it out. Huh.
7. He loves Spiderman but I couldn't even begin to work out what he does or doesn't have in the way of paraphernalia because he has an entire shed-full.
8. He's never been overseas nor does he have any desire to. Hell, he's never even been to visit me in Sydney. Nor, I suspect, does he have any desire to. He doesn't like cities.
9. The last time he went to the theatre was about 1975 when our parents took us to see Mary Poppins. It obviously scarred him for life because on our next theatrical outing to see The Magic Flute he was notably absent. He's never seen any of my stage performances either.
10. Bear in mind that this must be posted by tomorrow morning to Adelaide in order to reach him by Saturday. Posted. Yes. So it can't be bulky.
Fire away with your suggestions people.
What does one purchase as a birthday present for one's older brother (Brutha), bearing in mind the following...
1. The sum total of time Brutha and I have spent in each other's company over the last 12 years equates to less than one month. In fact I would probably say it totals about a fortnight.
2. Brutha doesn't read. Anything. Not books (unless you count the occasional comic), not magazines, not newspapers. Nada. Sometimes I do wonder if one of us was switched at birth.
3. Brutha plays a lot of sport (cricket, hockey, tennis and is annoyingly brilliant at all of them) and is a... a... (I can't bring myself to say it) Crows supporter (aaarrggghh), but I have no idea as to what, if any, related paraphernalia he either has or would interest him.
4. Apparently Brutha has stacked on so much weight since I last saw him (about 18 months ago) that I have no idea what clothing size he may be. I don't want to insult him by choosing either XL (which is one size up from what he used to be) or XXXXL (I'm really hoping he's not Demis Roussos sized). Nor do I have any idea of how stylish he may be. Although his wife does choose most of his clothes and I find her taste somewhat questionable.
5. Aside from the fact he once upon a time must have liked Spandau Ballet and Bon Jovi (cos he stole my records), I have no idea what type of music he listens to. He doesn't own an iPod either. In fact, I doubt he even knows how to use a computer. That's not a sledge, its just a fact. The man is a truck driver.
6. He only drinks beer. When I was in Portugal ten years ago I bought him a bottle of port made in 1969 (the year of his birth). He said it tasted gross and threw it out. Huh.
7. He loves Spiderman but I couldn't even begin to work out what he does or doesn't have in the way of paraphernalia because he has an entire shed-full.
8. He's never been overseas nor does he have any desire to. Hell, he's never even been to visit me in Sydney. Nor, I suspect, does he have any desire to. He doesn't like cities.
9. The last time he went to the theatre was about 1975 when our parents took us to see Mary Poppins. It obviously scarred him for life because on our next theatrical outing to see The Magic Flute he was notably absent. He's never seen any of my stage performances either.
10. Bear in mind that this must be posted by tomorrow morning to Adelaide in order to reach him by Saturday. Posted. Yes. So it can't be bulky.
Fire away with your suggestions people.
Thursday, November 16, 2006
Ten Discoveries
Ten things I discovered at last night's opening of the musical we had to have:
1. This woman is far more beautiful in person than on screen or in photos. She literally radiates beauty. And, she's polite. And nice. In fact she's probably bloody perfect in every way. How depressing for we mere mortals.
2. In my sexy new heels (Clive, but in matte black), I am taller than our previous PM.
3. Even if you are as just as well-known as your husband, some dumb photographers will still elbow you out of the way to get a pic of him on his own.
4. Artistic license is a wonderful thing. The ending of this show will really get you thinking "what if..."
5. It is possible to be at an afterparty with the aforementioned PM's offspring and resist the urge to ask them what they actually do with their lives apart from appear in the social pages every week. It did take a fair amount of restraint though.
6. Always take a pair of flip flops in your bag for when the after-party moves on down the road to a dodgy 24 hour pub and your sexy new shoes decide to cripple your feet.
7. The quality of the bubbles at the pub is never going to be anywhere near as high as the quality of the bubbles at the after-party. So don't drink it. Or be prepared for ouch.
8. Check the hottness of the mustard BEFORE you slather it all over the bowl of hot chips you feel compelled to purchase at 2am. But if you don't, then always have a drink handy.
9. The dodgier the pub, the more eclectic and amusing the jukebox choices. Which leads into number ten...
10. Plastic Bertrand is guaranteed crowd pleaser at 3am.
1. This woman is far more beautiful in person than on screen or in photos. She literally radiates beauty. And, she's polite. And nice. In fact she's probably bloody perfect in every way. How depressing for we mere mortals.
2. In my sexy new heels (Clive, but in matte black), I am taller than our previous PM.
3. Even if you are as just as well-known as your husband, some dumb photographers will still elbow you out of the way to get a pic of him on his own.
4. Artistic license is a wonderful thing. The ending of this show will really get you thinking "what if..."
5. It is possible to be at an afterparty with the aforementioned PM's offspring and resist the urge to ask them what they actually do with their lives apart from appear in the social pages every week. It did take a fair amount of restraint though.
6. Always take a pair of flip flops in your bag for when the after-party moves on down the road to a dodgy 24 hour pub and your sexy new shoes decide to cripple your feet.
7. The quality of the bubbles at the pub is never going to be anywhere near as high as the quality of the bubbles at the after-party. So don't drink it. Or be prepared for ouch.
8. Check the hottness of the mustard BEFORE you slather it all over the bowl of hot chips you feel compelled to purchase at 2am. But if you don't, then always have a drink handy.
9. The dodgier the pub, the more eclectic and amusing the jukebox choices. Which leads into number ten...
10. Plastic Bertrand is guaranteed crowd pleaser at 3am.
Tuesday, November 14, 2006
Whew!!
Don't know how Deano's feeling there but I'm feeling pretty bloody happy that all those teenage girls finally forgot to vote.
I'm sure you'll sell plenty of albums Dean. I'm sure you'll have many a screaming teenage fan turn up to a Westfield to see you sing some dodgy cover of a song that was dodgy in the first place. You'll be mentioned in all the teen mags... hell you may even get your own advice column in Dolly if you play your cards right. A role on Neighbours is but a manager's call away.
But.
I'm so relieved you're not going to be standing on that Opera House stage in two weeks. Damien may rival Val Doonican for nana-appeal, but he's an amazing singer, a nice bloke and that aria he sang last night brought tears of joy to my eyes.
I admit (bevis!) that I did not think much of Jessica at the beginning of the series. However she has taken all the feedback (both positve and negative), used it, learned from it and has grown so much as a performer in an astonishingly short period of time that she's won me over. I like her.
Whichever one of them wins will truly deserve it. They're both there on merit.
But I'm sitting on the fence... I can't call it. I don't know which one will win. I honestly don't know how Australia will vote.
However, Damien does live but a suburb or two away from me, and we Inner Westies have to stick together so he will be getting my vote come Sunday week.
And let's face it, how funny would it be to have an Irish Australian Idol?!
Tuesday, November 07, 2006
And They're Off!
These are my tips for the Melbourne Cup. Just in case any of you are undecided and need some assistance.
I should preface my tips by saying that I do not choose my horses on their form, nor their heritage, nor any other rational, educated means of selection.
I choose them purely on the colours the jockey is wearing, the name of the horse and (sometimes) who the jockey is. But that's usually only if Frankie Dettori is riding. You can't not put a bet on a jockey who's hosted Top of the Pops.
But anyway. I've picked more winners using this method than some of my, ahem, let's say, more form-minded friends have and so I trust it. It works for me.
And I would like to share it with y'all. Cos you never know, it may work for you. Just don't hold me responsible if the outcome is not what you had hoped.
Magical_M's Top 3 Melbourne Cup Tips
1. Dizelle. Because the jockey's wearing pink. Shut up. Pink is my colour. Also the name is a cross-between sounding ethereal and bimbo. Snaps for that.
2. Geordieland. Because my grandad was a Geordie. And Frankie Detorri is riding him. The horse, not my grandad. That would be both wrong and impossible because my grandad died years ago.
3. On A Jeune. I like the name. Its tricky. And, West Coast won the premiership this year, so its a year for last year's runners up to take the flag. Its my theory... just humour me.
See you at the TAB.
xo
I should preface my tips by saying that I do not choose my horses on their form, nor their heritage, nor any other rational, educated means of selection.
I choose them purely on the colours the jockey is wearing, the name of the horse and (sometimes) who the jockey is. But that's usually only if Frankie Dettori is riding. You can't not put a bet on a jockey who's hosted Top of the Pops.
But anyway. I've picked more winners using this method than some of my, ahem, let's say, more form-minded friends have and so I trust it. It works for me.
And I would like to share it with y'all. Cos you never know, it may work for you. Just don't hold me responsible if the outcome is not what you had hoped.
Magical_M's Top 3 Melbourne Cup Tips
1. Dizelle. Because the jockey's wearing pink. Shut up. Pink is my colour. Also the name is a cross-between sounding ethereal and bimbo. Snaps for that.
2. Geordieland. Because my grandad was a Geordie. And Frankie Detorri is riding him. The horse, not my grandad. That would be both wrong and impossible because my grandad died years ago.
3. On A Jeune. I like the name. Its tricky. And, West Coast won the premiership this year, so its a year for last year's runners up to take the flag. Its my theory... just humour me.
See you at the TAB.
xo
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