Material Girl.

We scored free tickets to see Madonna at Earl's Court tonight. She was amazing!

What a consumate performer. I knew almost every word to every song. Except for what I thought was a pretty naff cover of John Lennon’s Imagine, it was a fantastic concert. More music this weekend at the V Festival. Especially looking forward to Massive Attack, Basement Jaxx, Muse, The Strokes and The Pixies. Hope I get to see them all. Can’t wait!

Mouthful.

Its been sticky humid here in London.

What better way to spend a sweaty afternoon than lying back in the dentist’s chair with an array of various sucking, spraying, piercing, gouging or drilling instruments in your mouth, sometimes all of those at once. The ibuprofen is wearing off and I’m feeling a bit sorry for myself. I have to have a porcelain crown done next week, or a gold one if I’m feeling a bit racy.

This after last week when I had a basal cell carcinoma removed from my forehead. I now have a little red scar that looks like one of those stick-on fake ones we could buy at my childhood corner shop in a little paper bag for 25 cents. Our local corner-shop keeper had a fine assortment of such things, including Frankenstein bolts for your neck and the ubiquitous Dracula’s Blood Capsules. Cool.

Return.

I’ve been away for a long time and the new design is still not finished but it took an email from my former boss, suggesting I might not have appeared to fall off the face of the earth but that I might just be merely a lazy bastard, to force me to put up this bog-standard template while I continue work on. This is the only thing I need to show to silence the Fatman. Go the Dee’s!

This is the AFL ladder, after end of round 15, July 11, 1004.

What have I been up to?

Working lots.
Seeing plenty of music and theatre.
Turned 37 (lazy old bastard.)
Got an iPod for my birthday (plus lots of other stuff-details later.)
Not bored of London, yet.
Working on a very exciting project with tricky (top secret, details much later.)

More later. Time for bed. Thank you Fatman (never could call you Fatman to your face )

I was bored.

If, like me, you're the owner of a dog and a cat and looking for something fun to do, why not try this?

Rub a bit of catnip on the back of the dog’s neck, let the pussycat get a whiff, then sit back and let the fun begin! It only improves the hijinks if like ours, your dog is a little frightened of your cat (cat is unchallenged at the top of the animal hierarchy in our household) and said cat has a well-documented love-hate relationship with said dog and also if both feline and canine are a bit, shall we say, feisty. Pussy wants to naturally scratch puppy’s eyes out and take his nose off, yet strangely, wants to give puppy a big kiss and lick him all over.  Apparently only some cats respond to catnip. There’s only one way to find out if yours does. You can get it in spray form from most supermarkets. Go on, try it.

Murdering bastards.

I was going to finish a post I had started about our trip back home to Australia when I was greeted this morning by the horrifying news of six bomb blasts tearing apart commuter trains in Madrid, killing 190 201 and injuring over 1000 more. The bombs were designed and timed to cause maximum carnage and were thought to be the work of the Basque separatist group, Eta (not confirmed.)

update: now thought to be the work of Al-Quaida

I don’t know or understand what the cause is, but any group that thinks a good way to get their message across is to kill as many innocent people as possible , regardless of persuasion are murdering, evil, cowardly bastards.

I wish any extreme groups, or individuals for that matter-whether religious, political, racial, any who have taken or threatened an innocent life, whatever- would do the rest of us a big favour and just fuck right off. The world would be a better place without you. Fuckers.