30 November 2007
What is it with my head at the moment? I have had another mad dream. This time it featured Simon Cowell and apparently we have feelings for one another…actually we are mad about one another and I cannot stop thinking about him now!
It all began with a sundry group, including myself, possibly in New York, talking with an actor about how you just can’t get the jobs anymore (he was one of the lads who used to be a vet on the James Herriot drama, I think). He was wielding a very sharp sword at the time, having just filmed a fighting scene, but when he rested it on the ground it became wooden and of no harm to anyone (health and safety issues for Pauline or some Freudian stewed up nightmare, you decide).
Anyhow we moved on to some sort of competitive fixtures and the last one involved two of the others being miniaturised and encased in a tiny black armoured vehicle which travelled along the streets but at the end went onto a busy road by accident. It ran between the wheels of a car which scraped the roof of the small vehicle but was then clipped by another and actually hit by a last one, sent into a spin and broken up. The main body of it, which was protecting the two participants, held but was badly shaken up. We removed the lid and inside was a cooked prawn, sans head or tail and splayed out, and a two inch crocodile (!!!!!!!) They were alive but injured and one of the others said I couldn’t move them to go to hospital as the task was not yet complete so I cradled the vehicle in my lap, covered it with my coat and waited till time was up and they were rescued.
Afterwards, Simon Cowell talked to us all in a big communal kitchen. (have to move to new blog space as have taken up all of this one, it seems)
30 November 2007
funny, this morning – as i was begging the husband to bring me a lovely cup of tea (he makes great tea, particularly first thing) i mentioned that i knew he had turned down the radiator in our bedroom because of his ‘spartan ways’ to which he said ‘i am spartan’ (in a proper tone) and i was obliged to say ‘I am spartan’ and back and forth in homage to kirk douglas and the famous movie. funny. well, it made us laugh…
28 November 2007
The Hubby sent me a great animation about procrastination and I am now haunted by it. Amongst other things on the list of things we use to put work off is making a cup of tea. It reappears a number of times in the animation. And, of course, it is something I do a lot, indeed more than is neccessary. You’d think that with my history of tea making I’d be just a little bit wiser…but no…
28 November 2007
I bought a gorgeous big cushion by an Irish designer called Ciaran Sweeney today. It sort of goes with one or two things in the house but hasn’t quite found it’s niche yet. I have wanted one for ages and am delighted to have finally have got there. It says ‘A dreamer lives forever’ on it, though I’m thinking that may be an artistic exagerration. And now I’m also wondering if it’s an age thing, buying cushions. It strikes me that I was never all that bothered about cushions when I was younger…
27 November 2007
I watched Boy A on Channel 4 tonight and I was blown away by it. I thought the acting was amazing, as was the direction from John Crowley and the writing by Mark O’Rowe. Truly disturbing and heartbreaking and thought provoking stuff. I’m wrung out after it.
26 November 2007
WOW. Just back from a trip to Belfast to hear the new symphony OSSA by Neil Martin, a world premiere no less. It’s about the Flight of the Earls in the 17th century from Ireland to Rome where they languished and died (they were headed to Spain but never got there because of all sorts of political shenanigans). It was just brilliant. Full orchestra and a hundred piece choir with a wonderful boy soprano. I was blown away. It’s on the web somewhere and I’ll post the site when I find that and I really do encourage you all to listen to it – 45 minutes of wonder and beauty.
24 November 2007
Those busy fingers of mine – two posts of the same blog, though one has an intereststing typo….hint there for all you eagle-eyed readers…
24 November 2007
Well, here’s an intereststing thing – I had a tin of Red Bull yesterday and I didn’t grow wings…strange. In the ads, the little cartoon characters glug the stuff and get them, sometimes with hilarious, but always successful, consequences for them. Also strange was a claim on the can that, among other things, the drink ‘improves vigilance’. That got me thinking. Suppose you are a very careless person when crossing the road, how in any way could a can of this stuff make you more vigilant? Would you be in any way safer crossing that road after a tin of this due to your marvellously increased vigilance? It was tasty and I enjoyed it but I had neither wings nor a sense (or indeed any proof) of improved vigilance afterwards. Strange.
24 November 2007
Well, here’s an intereststing thing – I had a tin of Red Bull yesterday and I didn’t grow wings…strange. In the ads, the little cartoon characters glug the stuff and get them, sometimes with hilarious, but always successful, consequences for them. Also strange was a claim on the can that, among other things, the drink ‘improves vigilance’. That got me thinking. Suppose you are a very careless person when crossing the road, how in any way could a can of this stuff make you more vigilant? Would you be in any way safer crossing that road after a tin of this due to your marvellously increased vigilance? It was tasty and I enjoyed it but I had neither wings nor a sense (or indeed any proof) of improved vigilance afterwards. Strange.
24 November 2007
Those busy fingers of mine – two posts of the same blog, though one has an intereststing typo….hint there for all you eagle-eyed readers…