This blog is one place for me to process everything that occurs in my weekly round. Another is my aquarobics class. We women of a certain age (approx 35 – 55) gather a couple of times a week to keep up our fitness and to pool observations (sorry about the pun) on everything from health, travel, kids, cooking, theatre, botox and bereavement. Today’s topics obviously included Michael Jackson and the fate of the two Prince Michaels, I and II (aka ‘Blanket’), and Paris. We didn’t get much past ‘it’s the kids I feel sorry for’ and acknowledgement of what a sad and twisted life the undoubtedly hugely talented MJ led. Our discussions, constrained as they are by vigorous gyrations, are necessarily succinct. Today the ‘lunge’ and the scissor kick featured prominently…
A virus and other commitments have kept me from my aquarobics classes for almost a fortnight and I forgot how energised and just damn good I feel after them. Today I have caught a rabbit, pruned vines, vacuumed, walked the dogs, done and hung out 3 loads of washing, cooked roast beef and Yorkshire pud and am just about to tackle the ironing while watching ‘Marple’ as they have pretentiously retitled ‘Miss Marple’. I must say Julia McKenzie is doing a sterling job! I thought Geraldine Mckewan was a bit shrill or overly penetrating. I ADORED Joan Hickson. It must be one of those roles that is such a gift almost any actress makes a good fist of it. I can’t remember how Margaret Rutherford did (more eccentric than any recent casting) but undoubtedly she was delightful too. There’s something about the nostalgia and elegance of the Christie milieu – David Suchet is superb as Poirot and I was quite distressed to see him in a contemporary role recently, body hair rampantly apparent.
Oh well, time to tap the last vestiges of that lunge-induced energy and clear up from dinner before basking in the all star ensemble of tonight’s ‘Marple’.
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Woman obsessed with rabbits?
It has been brought to my attention that some of my readers (well, 2 work colleagues in particular) think I am a woman obsessed with rabbits because of the number of times Waldorf features in this blog and in my conversation. Now while I am very concerned with Waldorf's welfare (he’s got out again as I type this), I am not a woman obsessed with rabbits, Miriam Sakewitz is a woman obsessed with rabbits!
An Associated Press story reproduced in yesterday’s Sydney Morning Herald (19 June 2009) states that Miriam Sakewitz was arrested in a hotel room in Oregon with more than a dozen rabbits, eight adults and half a dozen babies, ‘some caged, some roaming’.
The story went on to say that she had a history of consorting with bunnies and had been arrested in 2007 for living with more than 250 rabbits ‘in squalid conditions’. In a plea deal she was released but forbidden to have the animals for five years. She was arrested four months later when, unable to endure such privation, she stole back one of her pets from a holding pen.
Presumably she is now sans lapins and in ‘the pen’ herself!
I am fond of animals, there is no denying it. In my time I have raised mice and kittens by dropper and taken in stray cats and dogs either as additions to our household or until we could find homes for them. Since becoming a parent nurturing my children and our pets has probably taken on new dimensions. However, rabbits do not have pride of place in my menagerie. I had 2 as a child and they were antisocial, unpleasant creatures that kicked me incessantly. I was quite pleased when they escaped!
Perhaps it is time I profiled the staffies and the moggies in my blog?
An Associated Press story reproduced in yesterday’s Sydney Morning Herald (19 June 2009) states that Miriam Sakewitz was arrested in a hotel room in Oregon with more than a dozen rabbits, eight adults and half a dozen babies, ‘some caged, some roaming’.
The story went on to say that she had a history of consorting with bunnies and had been arrested in 2007 for living with more than 250 rabbits ‘in squalid conditions’. In a plea deal she was released but forbidden to have the animals for five years. She was arrested four months later when, unable to endure such privation, she stole back one of her pets from a holding pen.
Presumably she is now sans lapins and in ‘the pen’ herself!
I am fond of animals, there is no denying it. In my time I have raised mice and kittens by dropper and taken in stray cats and dogs either as additions to our household or until we could find homes for them. Since becoming a parent nurturing my children and our pets has probably taken on new dimensions. However, rabbits do not have pride of place in my menagerie. I had 2 as a child and they were antisocial, unpleasant creatures that kicked me incessantly. I was quite pleased when they escaped!
Perhaps it is time I profiled the staffies and the moggies in my blog?
Alice/Miriam trying to self actualise by chasing the white rabbit!
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Grasshopper Comes A Cropper
I am spoiled for choice! I was going to write about The Chaser's 'Make A Reasonable Wish' sketch (or 'skit' as some commentators insist on calling it) and indeed I have just heard on the ABC news that the manager who passed it for broadcast has been stood down, possibly after being named and shamed on Media Watch on Monday night. But rivalling that lapse in the immaculate good taste The Chaser usually displays was the story that broke on the weekend of John Carradine's unfortunate demise by his own hand in a Bangkok hotel room.
Left: The media was more of a friend to David Carradine in the 70s.
'There's nowt queer as folk' as my Yorkshire countrymen used to exclaim before their native wisdom was appropriated by the makers of first a UK and then a US series about gay people. What they meant is that truth is stranger than fiction especially when it comes to imagining bizarre human behaviour. Why the SMH and that crappy freebie MX newspaper feel free to publish allegations about Carradine's cross dressing and sado-masochistic predilections but kept relatively schtum about what Michael Hutchence might have been into is anyone's guess. Was the INXS singer more deserving of our reverence than Grasshopper himself? Anyway, even though his demise was not very zen, he died at 72 years of age still clearly in full & vigorous command of his faculties and probably feeling fairly euphoric! We could all do worse!
Left: The media was more of a friend to David Carradine in the 70s.
'There's nowt queer as folk' as my Yorkshire countrymen used to exclaim before their native wisdom was appropriated by the makers of first a UK and then a US series about gay people. What they meant is that truth is stranger than fiction especially when it comes to imagining bizarre human behaviour. Why the SMH and that crappy freebie MX newspaper feel free to publish allegations about Carradine's cross dressing and sado-masochistic predilections but kept relatively schtum about what Michael Hutchence might have been into is anyone's guess. Was the INXS singer more deserving of our reverence than Grasshopper himself? Anyway, even though his demise was not very zen, he died at 72 years of age still clearly in full & vigorous command of his faculties and probably feeling fairly euphoric! We could all do worse!
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