My guilty pleasure on a Saturday morning is sitting in bed with a pot of jasmine tea and watching old school Poirot re-runs on ABC iview. Yes they’re tragically eighties and a I have a tiny crush on Hugh Fraser who plays Hastings (what can I say, I’m a sucker for a dashing British chap in a well cut suit), but I still love trying to figure out who the killer is before the end of the episode. That wily Belgian detective kicks my ass every time though.
Though of course once the episode is finished reality sets back in and I have to get off my ass and go do something productive. Today’s example is finalising an interview I sent off last week and writing up my review of a gig we went to last night. In reality though I’m going to read the book I bought the other day after stupidly having coffee with my friend at a bookstore (bookstores are my downfall, I was in there for 5 minutes and already had a pile of books). My excuse will be that it’s by Japanese author Haruki Murakami, famous for the novel Norwegian Wood, and since I’m going to Japan in a few months I can call it research. It’s called Dance Dance Dance and has something to do with call girls, psychics and some kind of murder mystery. It’s right up my alley.
I suppose I should go on about my first week at my new job. I am enjoying it, but it is very busy. My boss is insanely paranoid that I’m going to leave and doesn’t seem to believe me when I say that I like being busy, but I seriously do. I get bored very quickly, so if I don’t have something to do then I’m lost. Not at this place! I have a to do list that’s longer than my arm and that’s just the urgent stuff! It’s really putting my ‘why yes I am very organised’ statement to the test, but so far I think I’m going alright. Will keep my three readers updated as I go anyway…
I missed German again this week. You know you’re working too hard when you miss getting to the library when it shuts at 8pm on late night Thursdays. Classes start at 6.15pm and if I’m not out the door at 5pm then I’ve got no chance of getting to class on time. It’s leaving me unsure as to whether or not I should keep going next semester. I am loving doing it, but I don’t want to waste money on something I’m never going to make. Hopefully I’ll get work sorted before I have to decide. And in the meantime I’ll just have to keep watching movies starring the delightful Thomas Kretschmann. It’s tough, but I’ll manage.
Gig wise it’s been a brilliant week! The singer from the Arachnids with his dreads and chucks stole my heart when he opened the show with a remix of the Doctor Who theme tune. Grinspoon’s Phil Jamieson is always fucking amazing (as is bass player Joe who never fails to remember us!) and I finally saw The Boss, Mr Bruce Springsteen himself. He was just phenomenal! For a 63 year old man to elicit hair pulling, Beatlesque squeals from women in their twenties to their fifties, get my dad screaming along at the top of his voice and dancing, got kids up on stage to sing with him, played a three hour set AND crowd surfed, he showed exactly why he’s a rock legend. He is the fucking Boss.
That’s enough ramblings for today. Til next time. x
Listening to: Bruce Springsteen, The Used
Gigs this week: The Arachnids, Grinspoon, Bruce Springsteen, The Snowdroppers
Watching: Poirot, I Was A Male War Bride
Reading: Dance Dance Dance by Haruki Murakami
Current man-crush: Hugh Fraser