You Got Your Troubles - I Got 'Em Too/There Isn't Anything I Wouldn't Do For You...

Wednesday morning... not 3am, actually :-P, but it reminded me that I'm in a S&G mood.
De sky, it is grey and my mind, it is homesick for some certain people...

Time draaaags on - and some things I need to do I leave undone... (wish I had song writing skills - that rhyme was unintentionally brilliant.) There isn't much to chat about: my missing a certain young lady who is off in the exotic land of Fiji, my already horribly missing another certain young lady who will soon jet off to the (only slightly less) exotic land of the USA, shout out to the other certain young lady whose lovely face I've been missing a while! My missing another certain young lady who is so far as I know in Japan right now... My sheer terror at the prospect of being made a sibling for the fifth time...


Not sure what I'm going to do with this day - would like to do some writing, but my notebook isn't comfortable with that idea - it keeps making things difficult. And if I stay on this computer there's no way I'm going to not be distracted by the internet...

Want to take a train into the city and walk around looking at things - but then I know I would spend money and that would be bad, so I won't.

Looking up 'how to start an NGO'. All the instructions are waaaaay too vague. I gotta keep dreaming and praying and waiting.

The World is quiet here...

I suppose a purist might have considered him more or less off his onion.

Listening to Simon & Garfunkel! Groooviness.

'Something tells me it's all happening at the zoo!'

'I heard cathedral bells tripping down the alleyways...'

'I saw a shadow touch a shadow's hand on Bleeeeeeeeeker Street.'

Two weird looking guys with angel voices and guitar skills, singing poetry.

Nice. People should never let go of a musical heritage like that. It depresses me how music is so transient; classical survives (firstly because it is awesome,) chiefly because there are institutions to see that it does, but the brilliant pop music of the ages? The Beatles will probably last a good long while; Elvis still has a following, but how many young people now know about S&G?

I don't know if you know that sort of feeling you get on these days round about the end of April and the beginning of May, when the sky's a light blue with cotton-wool clouds and there's a bit of a breeze blowing from the west? Kind of uplifted feeling. Romantic, if you know what I mean. I'm not much of a ladies' man, but on this particular morning it seemed to me that what I really wanted was some charming girl to buzz up and ask me to save her from assassins or something. - The World of Jeeves

Grandad took me to see Rockdale Opera Company's Ruddigore, by Gilbert & Sullivan on Friday. It was so much fun! I love going to plays for the music, costumes and lighting and this had them all lavishly.
The basic storyline is that the Baronets of Ruddigore are cursed: they must commit a crime every day of their lives or perish in agony. Sir Ruthven Murgatroyd, before it becomes his turn to inherit the title, runs away and becomes 'Robin Oakapple', a virtuous farmer; his younger brother Despard becomes baronet, believing Ruthven to be dead. Ten years later 'Robin' as he calls himself falls in love with Rose Maybud, but is too shy to approach her. She lives her life by an etiquette book, which tells her not to speak until spoken to, so cannot confess her love to him. Chaos ensues when, with the help of a jealous sailor, Despard Murgatroyd learns of his brother's presence in the little village...

The plot twists and turns with musical flourishes coming thick and fast right at you - the actors must have been having tons and tons of fun with the melodrama and the comedy. if I could sing opera I'd be willing to live off raw tomatoes (which, by the way, I hate passionately) to get a chance to sing Gilbert and Sullivan.


Life's such a funny thing. At such a funny place right now. I feel happy but frightened, like I'm standing on the edge of a precipice in a hang glider and there's a wind picking up. But I have a jolly good pilot in whom I trust. And I have a lineup of people holding hands with me as we take the plunge. Real life, here we come!

You wouldn't marry a panther now, would you?

Well, gut efening, all.

And again, the incredibly blank mind hits me, just as I sit down to type. Botheration. Ah, but I can beat that annoying blankness by pulling out my diary! Huzzah! Although there really isn't anything worthwhile here...


Let's see. I listened to Simon & Garfunkel on the train, bathed the baby, cooked some beans, sang 'Heads, Shoulders, Knees & Toes' about 500 times, oh, and I discovered I'm cutting a tooth, just like Minnie! I might be going to Harrington SUFM this year with Deb (maybe - it is 350 km from Sydney). I'm getting my licence back in 3 weeks-ish! My cousin had a baby! Life is beautiful, peeps!


Went camping on the weekend, as you would know if you read any of the last posts - should I post pickies? Yeeeeah. Why not? Just phone ones, understand - I don't know how to get them off Mum's camera...



Now I'll just throw in some Alice ones for good measure...