Ahead of my f-f-f-f-f-fortieth birthday, I began wondering about my “exact peers”, i.e. who else was born on November 9, 1965. As of this post, I have found seven famous people born on the same day as me… some of them are kinda interesting. No one really impresses me, except, perhaps for Bryn Terfel. This came as quite a surprise since I’ve know his work previously, while the others I didn’t know… 1/…en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bryn_Terfel The Welsh…
It’s Saturday night and I’ve just been for a walk down the street to get some takeaway Indian food. Oddly enough, it’s been quite some time since I’ve walked down Crown Street on a Saturday night. What struck me most was the large number of people standing on the roadside smoking outside restaurants. Even though we’ve had the new smoking laws in NSW for several months now, I think it’s only this week that I’ve…
It’s Saturday night and I’m searching through the many channels that Foxtel provides. Survivor Guatemala, Jag, Midsomer Murders, Casualty, As It Happened. Yeh they’re all reasonable programs I guess, but not suited to my current mood I guess which I’m not sure how I’d best describe. It’s a warm night in Sydney, although not unbearably so and I’ve just woken up from a lengthy nap. I had an afternoon nap in an effort to catch…
She started with an encore! Yes, Elaine Paige came to the stage of the Sydney Opera House with the kind of song she’d normally be asked to come back to perform. In fact, when I think about it, most of the night’s songs were the kind of song you’d perform as an ecore. The show started with the Sydney Symphony Orchestra performing an introduction featuring excerts from some of the many musicals in which Paige…
It’s Monday afternoon and it’s a public holiday in Sydney. , although I’ve just spent a few hours at work. I also really enjoyed having a beer at the pub on the way home, since it’s a stinking hot day in Sydney. At the time of writing, I think it’s already in the 30s, meaning that summer is well on the way, as typified by the emergence of the leaves on the Plane Trees in…
It’s Sunday night and I’ve just watched Bob Geldoff on Parkinson. As always, he was really interesting until Parky asked him about music and he began to sing. Watching Parky has topped off an otherwise lazy day where the most energy expended was walking to the supermarket a short while ago and making a salad of tomato, cucumber, chick peas and fetta for dinner. Yes, it’s that kind of weekend. Yesterday, on the other hand…