Rattling My Jewelery At The Opera.
Mood:  happy
Now Playing: The Passenger-Iggy Pop
Topic: My Bank Holiday


Evening,

I've just spent a lovely evening at the opera. Madama Butterfly at The Kings since you ask. I think it was Quentin Crisp who once remarked that the audiences for ballet were made up of broken hearted women. My quick scan of the audience tonight would suggest that the same is true of opera. There wasn't a dry eye in the house by the time the curtain fell.

Tonight is only the second time I've attended an opera but based on the two I have attended the audience don't seem to be as posh as I had been led to understand. In fact the large group of whooping and foot stamping ladies behind me would be more accurately described as dog rough. This would also explain why no-one told them to shut up when they laughed at random moments. It was bizarre, at moments when nothing remotely funny was happening they would start doing this put on hoo hoo hoo laugh. I had a sneaky look at them at half time and they didn't appear to be 'special'. It's a puzzle.

I was particularly pleased by the presence of live fish on the stage. The last opera I attended had a live horse. Can any opera buffs advise me if this is normal? Do all operas feature live animals? If so,are there any with live guinea pigs I could take wee Belle to?


Anyway after all that beauty I'm back to boring, old reality and work tomorrow.


Cheerio

My 100th Post.
Mood:  lazy
Now Playing: Solitary Man- Johnny Cash
Topic: My Bank Holiday


100 posts old! I feel I should write about something wildly exciting to celebrate but I am devoid of inspiration. This not drinking thing hasn't been as beneficial as I'd hoped. Worse still, I drank some herbal tea today which is supposed to detox the system. It was foul, evil tasting beyond belief. I've got some other herbal tea which is triple ginseng but I'm a bit wary of trying it in case it turns me into a serial sex pest.

If you're still trying to make your mind up who to vote for, read this very good article.

Other than that I've little to report, in the meantime why not pay Immodesty Blaize a visit.

Cheerio

My Empire of Dirt.
Mood:  down
Now Playing: Hurt-Johnny Cash
Topic: My Bank Holiday


It's been a funny sort of day and I feel quite melancholy for some reason. No-one put their arms around me and said they loved me and only me, but no-one put me in a car and drove me to a woollen mill, so I can't really complain.

I took a walk along to the St Mungo Museum on Castle St and spent an hour swishing about in there. My favourite exhibit is the statue of the Hindu deity Shiva dancing on the demon of ignorance (similar version pictured). Every time I see it (I have a miniature version in my hall) I am seized by the urge to shout 'dance harder Shiva'.

I then strolled along to Tesco for some shopping. The reduced bit was very disappointing all they had reduced was chicken which I don't eat and 'Orange Sensations'. I gave the Orange Sensations a miss as I don't really want to eat something that sounds like a hardline protestant cabaret band.

I then took a walk over to the newly refitted Top Shop. Oh. My. God. I was greeted by the sight of a sinister female hybrid of Trinny and Susannah and Nathan Barley holding three blushing teenage girls dressed like loons hostage in the middle of the shop. As I continued to stare in horror and disbelief it became apparent that the sinister Barley / Trinny and Susannah creature was a 'fashion expert' and had given the teenage victims a makeover. As ever I asked myself why everyone was acting like this was normal? I, as ever failed to come up with an answer. When the frankly mental 'fashion expert' described one of the girls as 'really rockin the safari look yeah'I took the cowards way out and fled.

Somewhere in Glasgow three shell-shocked teenage girls are wandering around muttering 'bright lights' 'crazy woman' 'took our clothes' 'Guantanamo Bay'and 'only looking' . Let's hope they pull through.

So todays lesson is that there is a significant and important difference between a style expert and a fashion expert. Only one will make you rock the safari look.

Other than that little to report, so until there is-cheerio.