The great thing about Star Wars films is that you know what you're going to get. The Resistance are in a pickle; the Empire are trying to get back into power and what looks like an impossible mission is undertaken, normally understaffed, seemingly deadly, but somehow, our heroes and heroines prevail. And the technology remains the same - it looks like you construct a lot of it from the odd-lots bin at Bunnings.
The Mandalorian and Grogu is no different, and that's what makes is fun.
I'll also say that I've not watched the series on Disney about Grogu. I'm not that interested.
But this was fun.
Pedro Pascal is the Mandalorian in charge of looking after Grogu, a baby Yoda arrangement as they try and claim a bounty on another member of the Empire who's in hiding. They are told that if they get in leagues with the Hutts (remember Jabba the Hutt, his family). Jeremy Allen White is the voice of Rodda the Hutt - the Hutt who's actually alright.
Then there is Grogu, who's an absolute hoot. Clever is he.
I also love the little guys who came to his rescue.
Written and directed by Jon Favreau, probably best known as Happy Hogan in the Marvel films, has done a good job with this. It has great action, great heart and a lot of laughs. Most of the time you're laughing at Grogu's antics - he's a hoot.
In all, I enjoyed this, tagging along Blarney and Barney.
You get what you pay for - I was happily entertained.
I've two projects on the go. I will be able to go back to my shrink this week (six monthly review) and tell her that I have finished some projects, but I will have to confess that I've started two more.
There is a method in my ADHD driven quirkiness.
I have two projects with different deadlines.
One is a blanket for Blarney. I'm making this for her for Christmas. I'm using Bendigo Woolen Mills Wool - proper natural fibres. Expensive wool. It can be an heirloom if it's looked after, bit it will be serviceable, useful as well. She still has the one I made with cheap acrylic yarn some 20 years ago.
I'm using 12 ply yarn with a 4.5 mm crochet hook.
And if I'm going to be certain to finish it, crocheting while I'm in front of the telly, I need to start it now.
However, my other project - and I'm not sure who will be receiving this one, is made from cheapy Kmart cake yarn.
It's roughly a 12 ply. I'm crocheting up squares using a 3.5 mm hook - so they are tighter than the other blanket. I get around4 square per colour in the ball - there are five separate colours in each ball.
Then I sew them into to blanket.
I'm not the world's best sewer (nor crocheter either, but still - I'm consistent and quick). I'm learning not to berate myself if I put a square on the wrong way. I'm not fretting over the fact that some squares have to colours in them. I'm trying to ease myself out of getting this blanket perfect and overcome my addiction to perfection. It's lovely in its simplicity and incongruency.
I think this will be awesome when I'm done with it. Any spare yarn will be turned into cat and do blankets. Blarney's cats get a small blanket for Christmas most years. I also will make one for my Roman, my trainer Chuck's dog - he loves the one I made him last year.
All I know is that this keeps my busy brain happy. I'm so glad I have these skills.
I'm just back from fish and chips with friends. I'm going to have to think about doing a curry night at my place once of these days.
Being completely devoid of what to write about, I found the weekly questions up, hence, I'll give them a crack.
This week's questions were collated by Sunday Stealing, who asked we regulars to provide questions to make our own meme. I think we did a good job.
1. Would you rather have every traffic light turn green or always get the best parking spot? (Kwizgiver)
I'm going to go with the parking spot. I don't mind the odd red light. I either listen to audio books or make phone calls when I'm in the car, so it means a few extra minutes. I'm on reasonable terms with the Parking Fairy (it's a concept I can explain, but she helps me manifest good parking spots, and I am very grateful for her existence).
2. What's the most difficult thing you have ever done? (Gold in the Clouds)
It's one of these:
Giving up caffeine - I gave it up around 8 years ago and recently brought it back in. I know I'm better off without it - but I like it!
I've run five half-marathons.
And fallen out of love. That was hard.
3. What information do you know that you are proud of/happy about, but others say, "Who cares?" (Roger)
I have a lot of pet passion projects - one of the joys of being ADHD, and there are all sorts of things that nobody gives a toss about. I can go on ad infinitum about things like:
The Pixies
Talking Heads
Obscure English films
Tudor History
Australian politics
4. What mystery do you wish you knew the answer to? (Myra/Mevely)
One of the following:
What happened to the princes in the Tower.
What happened to the Beaumont children (Adelaide mystery from the sixties)
Why people voted in Donald Trump.
5. What small, ordinary thing brings you disproportionate joy? (Country Dew)
The smell of my cat's paws. Just the smell of my cat makes me happy.
6. What time do you go to sleep/wake up? (Annie)
I head to bed between midnight and one and wake around seven to seven thirty. I don't sleep much, but thankfully, that is normally good sleep.
7. What is your favorite sleeping position? (Lisa)
I start out on my stomach and gravitate towards my side. I rarely sleep on my back.
8. Describe your personal Utopia. (Pandora)
My personal Utopia is permanently set in an Australian winter in bushland, with an open fire, plenty of books, gin, a big, comfortable bed, with a jacuzzi out the back (near a sauna) and a big table for writing at. There are lots of big armchairs, a chaise lounge to kip on and some crafts to do. The kitchen is well stocked and there's a variety of gins to enjoy. Sound good?
9. Imagine that you have a machine that can create any new invention for you based on your description. What you ask the machine to create, and why? (Plastic Mancunian)
I'd love a machine that types out what I'm thinking without having to use my fingers or dictate. It would save me a lot of time.
I live in Richmond. I know how to get parking in Richmond.
I'm not so fond of finding parking in Brunswick. It's awful - though I have found that there's a Woolies car park near where I'm going - $10 for two to three hours.
It's that, or an hour each way on public transport. or $50 in Uber rides.
So, yeah, f*ck Brunswick.
I'd better get out there, get ready to tackle Hoddle Street and get to this jazz club.
The things you do for friends.
(And I'd also be saying the same things if I was going to Carlton, Fitzroy or St Kilda - parking is hard).
I like working out one-on-one with Chuck, even if he makes me work hard.
I did a PB on the lat pull down machine tonight. Think I scared the bloke on the next machine who was pulling half weight I was.
I was thrilled to see my gym mate come in a showoff his knitting. I have to take in my crochet next week.
I've also promised my trainer I'll make his dog a new blanket for Christmas - it's just the way I roll.
Today, I spent a bit of time watching Dutch football fans. To participate in this, for me, would be the eighth level of hell, but they look like they're having a good time.
Is it just me or are the Yanks doing everything in their power to ruin the World Cup. I don't give a fig about the World Cup, but it makes a lot of my friends happy and I am pissed off for them.
I'm hoping that's the three as I'm not sure I can handle much more.
Celebrity deaths come in threes.
First, Neale Daniher. Then Anthony Head. Now, this morning, Richard Collyer.
If I was still participating in that most questionable of games, Death Watch, a game which an old, cynical journalist, I will admit that Neale Daniher and Richard Collyer would probably be mentioned.
For those not aware of the Death Watch concept, the more cynical of journos make a list at the start of the year. A list of the great and good who they think may kick the bucket in the preceding calendar year. This is not a list made out of spite or malice. It's just your predictions of who you think may shrug the mortal coil. The death needs to be noted in at least two major papers. We're not talking about your 103-year-old uncle, or your nana. These are the passings of notable people whose names you know.
If I'm being honest, if was to make such a list, Neale Daniher and Richard Collyer would possibly be on there. Great men. Their amazing works have contributed to society. Their memories are a blessing, their works will continue. And they are no longer suffering. Daniher was given the Motor Neurone diagnosis over ten years ago. The normal life expectancy for MND is two years. Collyer's aggressive brain cancer was treated, and he was given some more time. Both will be remembered for their fighting spirits and generous ways. Can you ask for more than that?
The third passing, Anthony Head, is just very sad. He's been on our television screens for decades. Rupert Giles in Buffy. Uther Pendragon in Merlin. Rupert Manion in Ted Lasso. He played a mean Frankenfurter in The Rocky Horror Picture Show. His performances were always nuanced. He got the best out of any performance he gave. And by all accounts, he was the nicest, kindest and most generous of colleagues, friends and performers.
It's never easy when one of your celebrity crushes goes by the way. Anthony Head was one of mine.
I'm hoping that's it for the while. That's the three celebrities gone.
And sure, they killed off a favourite character on Rivals the other night - it's not the same.
I'm also not sure Donald Trump will be around for much longer - he looks awful - and possibly the global response to him no longer being around might be met with something different to the sadness and reverence I'm feeling at the moment.
Of course, I was going to love this. It has the hallmarks of something I'd love - an English film, about art, set in London, directed by Steven Soderburgh, with a fantastic cast.
This had me spellbound. I'm not sure if it was Michaela Coel's cheekbones, or the slightly barking plot or the slightly shaky camerawork in places, but to me, this was gold. It's a dark comedy in many ways - but not overly so. I loved it. It hit the spot well good.
The action takes place in London, where Laurie (Michaela Coel) an art restorer and occasional forger, is approached by Sallie (Jessica Gunning) and Barnaby (James Corden) to go into their father's place and 'finish' a last set of his paintings. Their father, Julian (Ian McKellen) is dying. He's also irascible, painful, rather funny, and as it turns out, Laurie's nemesis. You see, Julian is a famous artist. He's also known for being a bastard. Sallie and Barnaby want Laurie to finish these painting so they will have an inheritance.
The movie shows the ins and outs of Laurie and Julian's relationship. It's a game of cat and mouse as Laurie tries to wheedle her way into Julian's world but also wrangles with the ethics of what the terrible twosome wants her to do. Added on top of this, her reasons for hating Julian are very relevant. You also want to find out just who Christopher is and why these paintings are such a source of pain for Julian.
Directed by Steven Soderbergh, most of the film is set in Julian's dreadfully messy apartment. The warren like nature of the space us juxtaposed with the twists and turns of the story.
Both Michaela Coel and Ian McKellen are superb in this as the talented student and the established artist. It's tender, spit take funny in places and thought provoking. I mean in the scheme of things, what is art? What makes something art? And why are some things far more valuable than others. (I loved Julian's line "This will hang with the worst paintings of all time, along with dogs playing poker, velvet Elvis, and most of Warhol.")
This is definitely worth a look. You don't have to be an art lover to enjoy this thought-provoking, interesting film.
3. You can only have one sandwich for the rest of your life. You have every sandwich-making ingredient known to man at your disposal. What sandwich do you make?
A Rueben Sandwich,just like Izzy makes them at my favourite deli in Caulfield. They must be toasted and warm and there must be no shirking on the sauerkraut or Russian dressing.
4. An angel provides you with a lifetime supply of the alcoholic beverage of your choice. What's it gonna be?
Gin. If I am to be specific, make that Never Never Triple Juniper Gin. Smoother than a babie's bum that stuff.
5. Have you ever built a snowman?
Ah, no, there isn't much snow in Melbourne (though we do have some great snowfields here. I haven't seen snow in Australia since I went on a ski camp in 1994.
6. If you could ask your future self a question, what would it be?
Is there anybody out there for me? (I know, daft and stupid at my age. )
7. Have you ever baked your own birthday cake?
I think I have. Again, one of the joys of being single. I've definitely bought my own birthday cake - more than once.
8. Which are cooler: dinosaurs or dragons?
Dragons. Always dragons. I'm part Welsh. It has to be dragons.
9. What do you like about babies?
They smell good and they are ultimately untapped, un-fucked-up potential. How cool is that?
10. You discover a beautiful island upon which you may build your own society. What's the first rule you put in place?
You must be kind. If you're found to be willingly unkind, that's you done.
It's a bit sad that I had to go away for a day and think about this.
Last night I drew a Dev Card, having no inspiration to write. It says,:
What are your love languages for giving a receiving love?
These five love languages describe ways people give and receive love
Words of affirmation
Quality time
Physical touch
Acts of service
Receiving gifts
Write some new love languages and list the ways you show and feel love.
I still feel like a fraud writing this, however, after mulling this over for the day, here's what I came up with.
If I want to show love, I will make you something. I'm always making things. I need to be creative to survive, but if I actually set out to make you something, you know that I care for you. I'm already making a blanket for Blarney for Christmas - I normally make her cats little blankets each year for their beds, replacing them annually, as by Christmas each year, they're pretty manky.
I love knitting or crocheting things. I've always wanted to have a partner who I could make jumpers for. I think that would be bloody marvelous.
I also love to cook for people, not that I do that often. A small act of service.
There's something in me that tries to visit people in hospital or send a text to see how they are doing if I know things are a bit amiss.
These are small things.
I'm told I'm kind to a fault. I don't think kindness can ever be a fault.
Oh, and I will recommend you films and books and music with a huge smile on my face.
As for receiving love.
Well:
Cuddle me
Feed me
Let me play with your kitten or puppy (friends know how happy this makes me
Talk to me
Take me to an art gallery or museum or some sort of interesting installation.
Watch a sunrise or sunset with me
Ply me with beer (or gin)
Or, if it's going round, give me a puff of your wacky backy - just a puff.
After a day when the video file I was working on corrupted after a couple of detailed hours of work. Rather than having a hissy fit, I got on with the work of recreating the video. So, I've been sitting staring at a computer for most of the day and I really cannot be asked to sit down in front of one again. Besides, the cat is asleep on my office chair.
So I’ve pulled this Dev Card And it’s asking me what my love languages are.
Love languages?
I do not have a bloody clue.
As somebody who lives a fairly solitary life I don’t know if I can answer that question without thinking about it a lot more..
so, I’m going to dwell on this for a bit more, and leave it for another time, when I’ve thought about this a bit more. I really have no idea how to answer this question.
And I can move the cat off of my office chair and then go to bed.
Working from home makes it easier to get to a 5 pm dentist appointment? And then it makes it easier to go to the gym an hour and a half later. It's even better when you know that you aren't going to be walking home in the cold and the rain m (or waiting for an uber) but rather collecting your car from the rock star car park outside the surgery.
It's a pity I need to go into the office tomorrow - getting my eyebrows done after work. A necessary evil.
And who knew that cooking lunch would put you in a manic earworm afternoon. It's an earworm nobody in Australia seems to know. I mean, this is like the best football song in the world, and yes, there is a part of me that absolutely believes that I'm British, and I love English footy songs... but have you any idea how bad it is when you go around singing "Vindaloo" all afternoon?
Lunch was yummy. I don't make a bad chicken vindaloo. I just wish it didn't come with a song. And I wish I had a Peshwari naan to go with it. Thankfully Coles has basmati rice and mango chutney.
Vindaloo... vindaloo... vindaloo, vindaloo, nah nah...
Hospital visits are easier to make when you know the person is going to be alright. There's no hand wringing, no pondering, no discomfort. It's just a visit to a friend in an unusual place.
I don't mind hospitals. My mother was a nurse, my father was in and out of them when I was a child. They're a fact of life. Nothing to be scared of. Maybe being a little more aware of the rigmaroles, the smells and sounds makes it easier. They don't phase me.
Tonight, after work, after getting home, feeding the cat and feeding myself, I went up the road to the Freemasons to visit a friend. She's going to be fine, probably going home tomorrow after being in for a few days.
I've visited many a person at this hospital. I've sprung numerous friends from there after small and large procedures. I remember taking Blarney for burnouts in a wheelchair - because that's how I roll.
Early in the evening, the hospital is quiet. The person at the desk gave good directions after remembering I had to call my friend by her actual name, not by what I call her.
You follow the lines, take the slow, rickety lift, look out for the signage for where you're going. It's not that hard.
You sit with your friend, who's frankly looking better than I thought she was going to look and have a good chat about what's going on. We watched some telly and traded a few Pokemon.
The tea lady came in offering a hot beverage. She was lovely enough to give me a cup and a couple of biscuits in plastic wrapping (not so strangely, these are the same biscuits we get in the kitchen at work).
Then, after about an hour, when the visiting hours are coming to an end, you bid your friend goodbye, and go in reverse, out of the ward towards the slow lift. You thank the tea lady for the decent cup of tea and for looking after your friend. You schlep your way towards the front door and head out into the cold night.
You also remain very thankful that the friends you're visiting will be well in the end. They've been fixed up, and now the real healing begins.
It makes going into these places just that little bit easier.
I set myself the goal to read at least six books in June. I read eight in the end. This includes two of the best books I've read in the last few years as well as some utter rubbish. It was mostly fiction, but there's a non-fiction title in there as well.
Here's my list, which includes the format in which I read the book and a rating.
I've read some of Rebecca Yarros's contemporary fiction in the past and enjoyed it. This is at another level. The story of a girl who was supposed to be a scribe (read historian or academic) but ends up, under her mother's command, to enter flight school where she hopes to bond with a dragon and be a fighter. Fun, eh!
Yarros knows how to spin a story. She has some great, memorable characters. I'm very glad I listened to this one as the physical book would have been hard on my hands. But I'll go and read the next one, just to see what happens. It suckered me in. I was talking to a colleague about it all - there were laughing at some of my reactions.
It's good fun for light fantasy.
2) The Great Fortune by Olivia Manning - Audio - 4
The book is fascinating. Although the writing feels a bit dated, it was enjoyable. I'm looking forward to the next installment of the trilogy. (There are six books in all - two trilogies, which span from 1939 to just after the war). It's been on my list of things to read for years.
3) Wild Dark Shore by Charlotte McConaghy - Paper - 4 stars
This was our book group book for May, and it was amazing. Many of our group gave it a 5 stars - I was a little more reticent, but I really enjoyed it.
The story is complex, told through the eyes of the Salt family. Father Dominic, elder son, Raff, daughter Fen and Orly, the youngest and a polymath. The family live on Shearwater Island, in the middle of the Pacific closer to Antarctica than anywhere else (It's geographically based on Macquarie Island - look it up.) The island has been a research base for years, however climate change and rising seas mean that the see bank needs to be shut down and the family removed to the mainland.
One day, a woman, barely alive, washes up on the beach. Rowan is a woman on a mission. Why is she there? What secrets are the family keeping? Will the family be able to get out on time.
So much happens in this book. I was a little disappointed with the ending, but it is a wonder to behold. it comes highly recommended.
4) Yesteryear by Caro Claire Burke - Audio - 5 stars
This is the best thing I've read this year. It may be the best thing I've read in the last two years. It's incredible, but it won't be for everybody.
The Goodreads' blurb says the following:
"Natalie lives a traditional lifestyle. Her charming farmhouse is rustic, her husband a handsome cowboy, her six children each more delightful than the last. So what if there are nannies and producers behind the scenes, her kitchen hiding industrial-grade fridges and ovens, her husband the heir to a political dynasty? What Natalie’s followers—all 8 million of them—don’t know won’t hurt them. And The Angry Women? The privileged, Ivy League, coastal elite haters who call her an antifeminist iconoclast? They’re sick with jealousy. Because Natalie isn’t simply living the good life, she’s living the ideal—and just so happens to be building an empire from it.
Until one morning she wakes up in a life that isn’t hers. Her home, her husband, her children—they’re all familiar, but something’s off. Her kitchen is warmed by a sputtering fire rather than electricity, her children are dirty and strange, and her soft-handed husband is suddenly a competent farmer. Just yesterday Natalie was curating photos of homemade jam for her Instagram, and now she’s expected to haul firewood and handwash clothes until her fingers bleed. Has she become the unwitting star of a ruthless reality show? Could it really be time travel? Is she being tested by God? By Satan? When Natalie suffers a brutal injury in the woods, she realizes two things: This is not her beautiful life, and she must escape by any means possible."
There is so much going on here. Natalie is truly awful, but you have to love the way she thinks.
This is a brilliant look at the culture of Trad Wives, influencers, internet rabbit holes and how what we see might not be the whole truth.
Utterly brilliant.
5) The Three Lives of Cate Kay by Kate Fagan - Audio - 4 stars
I enjoyed this queer novel about friendship, fate and how we reinvent ourselves.
The blurb on Amazon reads, "Cate Kay knows how to craft a story. As the creator of a bestselling book trilogy that struck box office gold as a film series, she's one of the most successful authors of her generation. The thing is, Cate Kay doesn't really exist. She's never attended author events or granted any interviews. Her real identity had been a closely guarded secret, until now. As a young adult, she and her best friend Amanda fantasized escaping their difficult homes and moving to California to become movie stars. But the day before their grand adventure, a tragedy shattered their dreams and Cate has been on the run ever since, taking on different names and charting a new future. But after a shocking revelation, Cate understands that returning home is the only way she'll be a whole person again."
File this one under easy reading. Sure, I'm not certain all of the story was believable, but it was a good read after the heavy-duty nature of Yesteryear.
6) Rivals by Jilly Cooper - Kindle - 3.5 Stars
Dated, dreadful and a bloody good romp. I'm watching the series on Disney, thought I'd read the book. I will say that the television series is brilliant, but the source material is good fun. It would never win a Booker Prize, but it's great fun.
7) Flashlight by Susan Choi - Audio - 5 Stars
I went to see Susan Choi speak at the Melbourne Writer's Festival a few weeks ago and the person interviewing her was extolling her praises. I picked this up and have no regrets. It's amazing.
The blurb on the Readings website describes this as "The astonishing story of one family swept up in the tides of the twentieth century, ranging from Japan to the USA to the North Korean regime.
One evening, ten-year-old Louisa and her father take a walk out on the breakwater. They are spending the summer in a coastal Japanese town while her father Serk, a Korean emigre, completes an academic secondment from his American university. When Louisa wakes hours later, she has washed up on the beach and her father is missing, probably drowned.
The disappearance of Louisa's father shatters their small family unit. As Louisa and her American mother Anne return to the US, this traumatic event reverberates across time and space, and the mystery of what really happened to Serk slowly unravels."
As family dramas go, this is up there with Pashinko, Hello Beautiful and Middlesex. Glorious writing and an amazing, heart-wrenching story. I want to read more.
8) The Course of Love by Alain de Botton - Audio - 4 stars
I've read this before, but picking it up again, and listening to Julian Rhind-Tutt read this was a joy. I've loved the writing of Alain de Botton for years as he makes philosophy accessible and fun.
This book looks at how we as humans love, from those first teenage stirrings through to grown up life.
I don't like birds that much. They flap about. However, even I can see the beauty of these creatures, and raptors in particular, are incredibly majestic. A favourite memory of mine is seeing a wedged tailed eagle, complete with its six-foot wingspan, up close in the wild. You don't forget this sort of grace and beauty in a hurry
But this is by the by.
A little extra, when doing some light research into the book, I discovered Helen McDonald, the book's writer is ADHD. I say ,"no shit, Sherlock", but it helps understand some of the protagonist's single-mindedness throughout the film. They're doing what they do, because it's how they process the world.
This is a movie about one of my tribe.
H is for Hawk was always going to tick my boxes. It's an English film, based on a book and a little bit quirky. Okay, quite a bit quirky in an academic, quiet, considered way.
The other great thing about the book is that Emma Donoghue, who wrote Room, wrote the script for this. She's done a brilliant job. Phillipa Lowthorpe's direction is also great, ensuring this beautiful, quiet film doesn't run too fast, nor overplay the huge emotions which are going on in the background.
This is a story about love, grief, and healing.
Helen (Claire Foy) is a Cambridge academic in natural sciences. She's been asked to apply for a fellowship at a prestigious institution in Germany. She's liked by her friends and students. She's also got a lovely, nurturing relationship with her father, Alistair (Brendan Gleeson).
Unfortunately, her father dies early in the film, leaving Helen to process this deeply felt grief.
Helen's solution is to buy and train a goshawk.
I'm sitting here thinking this is the side quest to end all side quests.
For me, this would be a 'don't try this at home' moment. Helen does have experience with falconry, and friends who can help her with this task.
By the end of the film, you've learned a lot about this incredible art. Goshawks are not falcons. Falcons hunt in the air, hawks hunt close to the ground. Hawks are not affectionate. This is relationship built and nurtured on trust. In the words of her friend Stuart (Sam Spruell), hawks are bastards. The only way to keep one is to let them murder. Also, the fluffier the name, the better the killer instinct.
Helen names her hawk Mabel - which means loveable. One look into her big yellow eye and you know you're looking into the soul of a psychopath who's capable of ripping your throat out. Mabel is the most incredible of creatures.
As the movie progresses, you see Helen and Mabel form their bond. Mabel becomes a regular site around Cambridge. You also watch as Helen's grief and depression take her over.
The cinematography in this is awesome as well.
Sure, this is a film about loss, grief and depression. It's also a film about how we get through these things and the amazing bond between animals and man.
I loved it. Of course I was going to love it. Hats off to Claire Foy for having that bird on her arm. It's something I don't think I could ever do.
I’m sitting in a suburban cafe with my iPad wasting an hour before I go to the hairdresser. My hairdresser is a 45 minute drive away from my place. I’ve been seeing her for over 20 years. She’s worth it.
This respite, with a bottle of Coke Zero and a cherry Danish are the perfect foil for getting the weekly questions out of the way.
So, with to further commentary, here are the questions, posed, as always, by Sunday Stealing.
Friday Fill-in - Fill in the Blanks.
1. ________ is not the end of the world.
Trump is not the end of the world. He might be giving it a red-hot go, but here’s what I think. I don’t reckon Trump is going to be around for much longer. He shouldn’t be there - like somebody should take the keys of grandpa. Regardless, when he’s gone, I think the bubble is going to burst. Like popping a pimple, all the crap comes out and the healing can begin. Hopefully his sycophantic cronies will crawl back under the rock from whence they came.
2. _____ tastes so good!
I’m sitting in this Jewish cafe in the middle of a big Jewish area here in Melbourne. The bagels with cream cheese and smoked salmon are second to none. Breakfast of champions. The cherry danish was very good too. This cafe does fantastic Reuben sandwiches as well.
3. Sometimes, putting others first is_______.
…not a very good idea at all. There is a lot to be said for self-preservation at times. It depends on the scenario.
4. ________ is breathtaking, really.
Milford Sound in the South Island of New Zealand is one of the most naturally beautiful places in the world. I’ve been there twice. It’s a three hour drive in. It’s a treacherous drive. Often, the roads are blocked. You have to go through this long, steep tunnel. Then you are deposited on the shore between soaring cliff faces. It’s mind-blowing how small you feel amongst this beauty.
If you can, go to New Zealand - the South Island is incredible.
5. Well, maybe there is______.
A God. I have no idea what God might be - monotheistic, polytheistic, a spaghetti monster in a huge colander, Keith Richards…? I’m agnostic. I’m good with the concept, but don’t ask me to articulate exactly what god is. I’m okay with that. Happy to be proven either right or wrong.
6. This week, my plans include…….
Work, exercise, sleep and anticipating the next episode of Rivals which comes out on Friday.
The Theatre: The Fairfax Studio at the Arts Centre
Runtime: 90 minutes
Until 27 June
Stars: 4
This is an uncomfortable play, which is not necessarily a bad thing, but it does get you thinking. It also makes you grateful for how far we have come as people. We're not perfect, but things have improved somewhat.
But sheesh. This one is a tough one - good, but a hard watch at times.
The blurb on the MTC website reads "It’s the so-called Golden Age of Hollywood, fueled by big money and heady ambition. Paranoia simmers beneath the surface and McCarthyism casts a shadow of fear. A young Sidney Poitier arrives at a television studio with a career-defining opportunity on the table. All that stands between him and a breakout lead role is a signature on a contract – or so he thinks. When the network’s fast-talking lawyer begins firing loaded questions, and the screenwriter’s loyalty to Poitier is called into question, the meeting takes a sinister turn, and the cost of ambition becomes alarmingly clear."
A wordy blurb for a wordy play - but it was very good. Uncomfortably good.
The performances were excellent. Alan Dale will always be Jum Robinson from Neighbours to me, but he's great as Mr Parks, the skeezy lawyer who's out to trap Poitier. Some of his lines make your skin crawl. (Hard to believe that he's turning 80 next year).
Josh McConville is also great as Poitier's friend, Bobby, who's introducing Poitier to the lawyer in the hopes of advancing both of their careers. He's a man with a conscience but is also wracked with the knowledge that by implicating people as communists, his life could be financially better off.
But this play belongs to newcomer Donne Ngabo, an Australian actor fresh out of WAAPA. He's fabulous as Sidney Poitier, a young actor at the time who's ultimately blacklisted for not playing the game. He's going to be one to watch - stoic, quiet, with great stage presence, the final 15 minutes have him exploding - brilliant.
I keep mentioning that this isn't a comfortable watch, due to the themes. The racism, the privilege grate heavily. I had to keep reminding myself that this was set in 1950s America. This is what makes this so effective. That and Bert La Bonte's direction, which slowly amplifies the action over the 90 minutes of the action. The set leans into all of this as well. My one small criticism is the amount of smoke in the
I now also want to go learn more about Sidney Poitier's early life and Paul Robeson, among others mentioned in the play.
Retrograde gives you a lot to think about. It's very good. Powerful stuff.
But I think I'm ready for something fluffy now - Prima Facie last night, Retrograde tonight... I think I need a beach read play now.
The Theatre: The Comedy Theatre, Exhibition Street
Runtime: 90 minutes
Until 31 May
Stars: 5
You have to love AI. I asked it to find me the review I did for Prima Facie a couple of years ago - and it came up with the goods. February 2023 at the Fairfax Studio. Brilliant. I remember the play well. You don't forget this one.
In this limited run at the Comedy Theatre, Sheridan Harbridge takes on the role of Tessa Ensler once again - in a larger auditorium. Gone is the intimacy of the 400-seater amphitheatre. Tonight, the Comedy Theatre, which seats around 1000, was all but full.
Harbridge once again wove her magic over this incredibly important play.
It's been three years since I saw this. Tonight's performance was just as fresh as the last time - if anything, tonight's performance was more nuanced than what I remember from three years ago - her movements subtler, more refined. Some of her diatribes were softer, but this made the message clearer.
I found tears welling at the very end. The play has that effect.
There was also a well-deserved standing ovation from most of the audience.
This time, I think the play hit home even more. One in three women will be sexually assaulted in their lifetime. That fact remains. One in a hundred will take the complaint to the police. Sexual assault has very low conviction rates. Nothing has changed. Rape is prosecuted in courts and often it's the victims who are all but put on trial.
This in a week where three teenage boys repeated raped two teenage girls, filming them all the while. They were guilty. They had irrefutable evidence. The boys were sentenced to non-custodial sentences, which are now being reviewed. The judge said in his findings, that he didn't want to further criminalise the boys, seeing they were minors.
There has been an unprecedented outcry. And rightly fucking so.
Still, at the end of the 90 minutes of this play, once again, I was on my feet applauding this incredible play and the tour de force that is Sheridan Harbridge.
The play has also been turned into a book. If you miss this, the book is just as good.
I'm honoured to have seen this again. It's too important to no witness.
One of the not so good things about having a low-grade case of the morbs is you don't see the good in things, even though you know they're there. Thankfully the depression is passing, but this Dev Card came just at the right time. I've had a day in front of the spreadsheets and something that's easy to write is good.
The card I pulled reads " Write a reverse bucket list. A list of everything you have already achieved and experienced."
Again, having the morbs means that I'm not in the most positive frames of mind - but this might help.
It will be in dot points.
Here we go.
Stuff I've achieved and experienced. Not a definitive list.
I've earned a Master's degree.
And a Bachelor's degree.
I write everyday. It's twaddle, but I do it every day.
I've been to more than 17 countries.
I've travelled extensively, and mostly by myself. I love to travel.
I got out of Adelaide... and never went back.
I managed to lose my virginity - 16-year-old me never thought that would happen.
I own a cat.
I have friends
I'm well read.
I've solvent and debt free.
I can leg press 160 kilograms (that was my top weight tonight - 12 reps)
I've kept myself gainfully employed throughout life in work I generally enjoy (Long may that remain)
I normally read at least a book a week
I'm arty in the nicest possible way.
I've been to see the Taj Mahal
And Nitmiluk Gorge (Katherine Gorge)
And Milford Sound in the New Zealand South Island
I've overcome my fear of magpies. I'm still wary of them, but the maggies at home are okay. We say hello to each other now.
I've had a gym membership for over 20 years - and it still gets used 2-4 times a week.
I have fallen in love
I read tarot cards well
Animals love me - I love them, but animals are the best
I'm good at starting arguments from 10 kilometres away.
I have looked after my body well - thanks to the gym and reasonably clean living.
I've lived on a Greek Island for a bit.
And illegally in England for a number of years.
I've stopped worrying about what people think about me
And I'm learning to ask for help, when needed.
I know there's more that I've done - but this will do for the moment. I can tell myself life isn't that bad.
I'm not an Aldi shopper. I don't trust myself not to come out with ski gear, a cheeseboard and a winch.
Also, sometimes, you want something, and it just isn't there.
Case in point. I made a chickpea curry the other day - it's really just souped-up dahl. It's nice - thanks to Nagi at Recipe Tin Eats. I followed the recipe. All good. I got some rice to go with it. All good as well. But it needs a bit of jzushing - some livening up. A bit of pizzaz. Some thing that cuts through the legumeness of the whole thing.
This is where mango chutney comes in. A bit of tang - a bit of sweet. Perfect.
Does Aldi stock mango chutney - preferably Sharwoods, if not then Beerenbergs or Pataks is fine. Yes, I'm a mango chutney snob - years of living in England will do that to you.
Regardless, I did a lap of Aldi, avoiding the junkies, scouring the aisles, looking high and low for this wonderful condiment.
Aldi, well my Aldi, down at Junkie Central as the small shopping centre is often referred to due to its proximity to the safe injecting room, does not stock mango chutney.
Oh well. It's on the shopping list for tomorrow when I know I've got a choice at Coles.
And in the meantime, I found some Quandong Chutney, a gift from the hotel in Darwin, at the back of the fridge. It did the job, but it's not the same.
Two questions. Does Paul Rudd actually age? And is there anything Paul Rudd can't do? These are valid questions because, firstly, Paul Rudd and I are the same age - but he looks incredible - and yes, he doesn't look as you as he did when he played the brother in Clueless, but he's doing bloody well. And secondly, this bloke can sing! Power Ballad is just is style.
Watching this, I thought of a couple of things. Firstly, it reminded me of The Wedding Singer, without Adam Sandler's sense of humour. But this was still fun. It also reminded me of The Commitments, but without the soul. Ah yes, big surprise - most of this film is set in Ireland.
The film starts in Dublin. Rick (Paul Rudd) is the lead singer in a wedding band. He used to be a semi-famous rock star in the 80's, then he fell in love, stayed in Ireland with his wife and child and he stopped writing songs and became a wedding singer. His band, including his best mate, Sandy (Peter McDonald), is his ultimate wing man. The boys in the band are under no illusions - they're wedding singers and they get on with it. They're middle aged. They wear reading glasses, need their sleep and are prone to act up on occasion.
At a large wedding Rick meets Danny (Joe Jonas) a washed-up boy band singer. After getting up on stage with the band, Rick and Danny bond, and after a lot of alcohol and heart bearing, they have a song writing session - Rick offering Danny his advice, before playing him a song he's been working on for 15 years. The two part as friends.
Six months later, while out shopping, Rick hears his song playing in the local shopping centre. The song is everywhere. Rick is rightly pissed. He tries to get to talk to Danny through his skeezy manager, Mac (Jack Reynor) with no luck. By this time, his marriage is under strain, he's been kicked out of the band and his daughter thinks he's crazy. It's only then that Rick does the last thing possible and goes to L.A. to seek out the now famous Danny.
Power Ballad is a feel-good story about music, self-respect, friendship, and the price of ambition. Coming from the pen of John Carney, the writer of the incredible Once, Begin Again and Sing Street, all songs about music, set in Ireland, he knows what he's doing. Carney also directed this little gem.
And the soundtrack, mostly performed by Rudd and the band, is great. The song that he and Danny co-create isn't too bad either. For me, the staple covers done by the band were on point.
I really enjoyed this. This had enough fun, music and heart to keep my happy.
Look out for it when it comes onto a streaming station in the not-too-distant future. It's great Friday night fodder.
I'm getting these out of the way late on Saturday night after a great day of excellent theatre. I saw an alternative version of Pride and Prejudice - one of the funniest things I've seen in ages. Pride and Prejudice, funny? Maybe you had to be there, but this small Australian theatre company did a very good job.
For the Americans here, we don't have Memorial Day. I gather this is when people can start wearing white trousers again - I've heard this from the movies. We have a public holiday for the Monarch's birthday in a few week. It's strange not to call it the Queen's Birthday holiday. It will be strange if we ever become a republic not to have this day off.
Anyway, here are this week's questions, brought by Sunday Stealing, as always.
1) What freedom are you most grateful for?
I'm Australian. We're watching what's going on in America with a lot of amazement. We're left scratching our heads as to how some of the laws that are going through are getting through. Our system is nowhere near perfect, but sheesh.
Anyway, here are some freedoms that I have over that I am truly grateful for:
I have the freedom to choose how I want my reproductive organs to be managed. No man can tell me that I can't have a hysterectomy, or my tubes tied or heavens, terminate a pregnancy. My body, my choice. It's nobody else's business.
I have the freedom, if I am terminally ill with limited time left, and being of sound mind, m to choose to end my life painlessly, and with dignity.
I am free to wear what I want, when I want.
I am free to drive a vehicle, by myself.
I'm free to have my own bank accounts.
I'm free to vote for who I choose.
I'm free not to marry.
I'm free to write and say what I want, when I want (*with the exception of hate speech - and why would I want to do that anyway).
I'm free to travel when I want, where I want .
I'm free to work.
I'm free to have a decent education.
Want me to go on?
2) What book are you currently reading?
I'm currently between the sublime and the ridiculous. On audiobook (I count this as reading) I'm listening to Susan Choi's incredible novel Flashlight. I can see why it was shortlisted for the Booker Prize.
On paper, I've just started Steve Toltz's A Rising of the Lights. I've not really got into it yet. His A Fraction of the Whole is incredible. (Australian author).
On my kindle, I'm having a lot of fun reading Jilly Cooper's novel, Rivals. It's fun. As I've been a bit low, it's good to read something that bolsters the spirits.
3) What have you been listening to?
I don't count audiobooks as listening, more reading. But I've been listening to some 80s and 90s alternative playlists, a lot of Talking Heads, Imagine Dragons and The Pixies and a bit of Yann Teirsen - he's great to work too.
Yann Teirsen - he wrote the soundtrack for the movie Amelie. Very French. Good for the neurodiverse mind.
4) What shows or movies have you been watching?
Movie recommendation - The Sheep Detectives. It's brilliant! I also saw Jodie Foster's French film last weekend, A Private Life. It's not bad. Her French is amazing.
The two things to write home about on the streaming channels - Margo's got Money Troubles on Apple TV is very cool.
And don't get me started on Rivals (which is streaming on Disney). It's a bonkbuster and it is most wonderful, even if they are drip-feeding us the episodes. I'm definitely on Team Freddie and Lizzie.
The Play: Pride and Prejudice - novel by Jane Austen, adapted by the Bloomshed Theatre
The Theatre: The Merlyn Theatre at The Malthouse
Runtime: 90 minutes
Until: 23 May
Stars: 4.75
This is possibly one of the best, and funniest, bits of theatre I've seen in years. Absolutely and utterly wonderful. And to think that I would have missed it, if not for the box office staff being able to reprint my ticket. When they handed over the replacement, I was told I was in for a treat.
It was exactly that.
This was an absolute corker of a production. Funny. Deeply satirical. On point. Engaging. Critical at just the right level and a brilliant farce, I wish I could see this again Unfortunately, tonight is the last night of the run - it's also sold out. Still, this afternoon I was treated to an absolute gem. It's been advertised as a story of housing insecurity - which when you think about it - it is.
For those who don't know the story of Austen's best-known novel, Mr Bennet (played by a Ficus in varying levels of health) and Mrs Bennet (Emily Carr) have five daughters and seriously need to get them married off, as on Mr Bennet's demise, they are going to be out on their ear. The house will fall into the hands of the odious Mr Collins (Sid Brisbane).
The daughters sort of run to their descriptions in the book. Jane (Anna Louey) is the pretty one, who soon forms and attachment to Mr Bingley (John Marc Desengano). The witty, wise Lizzie (Elizabeth Brennan) has a love/hate relationship with Mr Darcy (James Jackson). Slutty Lydia (Laura Aldous) wins a wet petticoat contest and ensnares the terrible life choice that is Mr Wickham (Lauren Swain). Mary, (also Lauren Swain) is normally the forgotten one - she's turned into a gun toting emo lesbian, to great effect. And Kitty (Syd Brisbane's other alter ego) is the much-maligned Kitty.
If you're a fan of the book, and not too precious about the text, you'd adore this.
What Bloomshed have done is take this story, add some physical theatre and cabaret elements, put in some up-to-date references about the Australian housing market and you've got this wonderful show.
Set on what looks like a big wedding cake, Savanna Wegman's set is perfect for this laugh a minute show. Being a collective, the company have directed this show among themselves to great effect. I loved the physicality of the production - the actors' movements, the dancing (and twerking) the fast paced-nature of the whole thing was amazing.
For me, the best scene was the one with Lady Catherine De Burgh (once again, John Marc Desengano) where they all had tea. Tea was brought in on a small table, with an urn, paper cups, tea bags and a family pack of Arnott's biscuits. I nearly wet myself over the five-minute scene - so relatable, yet so funny. Maybe you had to be there.
As the season finished tonight at the Malthouse, I can't say go and find a ticket for this. It toured Canberra, Darebin and Geelong late last year. I just know that this was thoroughly enjoyable.
I'll be keeping my eye out for more Bloomshed theatre productions. They're wonderful. Wow.
I can't be the only one who discusses politics with her massage therapist. This is our normal greeting. I've been seeing him for nearly 20 years.
More chatter. What's on telly. I impart that I'm going to get my takeaway and go home to watch the new episode of Rivals on Disney+. I've been told I should watch Riot Girls on SBS On Demand. We have similar taste in these things. He's also been told to go see The Sheep Detectives, because that is the best film EVAH!
Regardless, I get my massage. I let him know that I'm running pretty well. Just a funny right knee, which I'm trying to rehab, the rest of me is fine.
We talk about life on Bridge Road.
"You know that Annie Lewis Wine Bar has closed down?" he tells me.
"No! My French group used to meet there. Bugger."
"And the wine bar up the road is gone."
"Atlas Vinifomo?"
"Gone."
"My mate is going to be unhappy. He met his husband there."
"All change it is. The Malaysian place on the corner only lasted less than a year - then again, it was an old bank building - who'd want to eat in there?"
Talk goes back to my body. I mean, I'm naked and prostrate under warm towels. It's what I'm there for.
"So, your hip's out a bit," he mentions.
"I think it's throwing out my knee a bit."
"Probably."
"You know, it's funny. This started a few weeks ago."
"Anything changed? Gym? Exercise?"
"Well, now it's colder, at night, when I go to bed, I turn off the light, roll over onto my stomach and within a minute or two, Lucifer comes and settles between my knees. That leg is the one that is on top - it's his bed head."
"And you wonder why your hips a bit stiff and you're knee's playing up?"
Bloody cat!
Looks like I'm going to have a sore knee for a few more months. My massage therapist says he has a couple of clients with cat related injuries just like mine. The cat, due to its sleeping preferences, causes aches and pains for many people.
I'm struggling for inspiration at the moment. Thankfully, the depression, though still there, is in a manageable state, it's tiring me out more than anything. And I'm doing a lot of crafting. Crochet makes me feel settled.
So tonight, I pulled a Dev Card.
Write a two minute comedy skit. (About 200 words)
I'm about as funny as a car accident, but we'll give it a go.
I'll call this 'When My Mob Get In"
When my mob get in things are going to change?
And why are "my mob"?
Menopausal Gen X women, that's who!
Can you imagine what it would be like if Gen X women, now heading towards cronedom, with their frozen shoulders, leaking bladders, fluctuating moods and inbred sarcasm taking over the country.
How good would that be?
What would it be like to have a parliament full of women who would take absolutely no crap? Women who know how to fight, how to take down the worse of bludgers and for once in their lives, so something for themselves.
Can you see them commandeering the mens' bathrooms in Parliament House - and making them clean them after use. See how they like having too few facilities for so many people. Fuck the loo queues, women have been lining up for the bathrooms for centuries. It's time! Gough Whitlam was right.
Money could be channeled to schools and hospitals. To start balancing the books, medical research would only be done on women for the next 20 years. Women would start investigating sexual assaults. Punishments for these crimes would be shown on air - Castration Corner - after the 9 pm watershed time of course.
What would the place be like if functional, emotionally aware, forward-thinking women were in charge?
I hang out with too many astrologers. I'm a Leo/Virgo - nicely cuspy born in the later part of August.
But if you look at my chart (yeah, I know, gobbledygook to most) you'll see that I have five planets in Virgo. From Right to left, there's Mercury, Jupiter, Venus, Pluto and Uranus, all in a row, bunched up like best mates on a beach blanket - unhappily opposing Saturn and trined with Neptune.
I've got enough Virgo in my chart to make me a decent Virgo.
And what are Virgos? Pains in the arse who like making lists. Yep.
They also make me a bit of a perfectionist at times.
This isn't good - it's sometimes useful.
Today I've been making training videos. An eye for detail, a lot of refining with AI, A lot of moving things around a video editor.
It's exhausting. It's exacting.
My new best friend is Ryan (Multilingual-Australia), the voice I use to do the video voiceovers. He's on the app and takes direction well - in other words he one of the better voice-to-text voices. All you have to do is type in your commentary and he says it for you. Magic.
Not really. It's a part of the job. I'm doing some pretty basic stuff - but it looks cool, and it's a skill I'm developing - even if the Virgo in me is berating me for not being perfect.
Pity I can't show you - mind you, short training videos about banking applications aren't that interesting.
There's a reason I'm reading a Jilly Cooper book at the moment. I need the sheer fun, banality and fun that Jilly Cooper can provide. I don't need tough stuff.
I also need to get away from my computer. I've been sitting in front of one all day. I've been playing with SCORM files.
I hate SCORM files.
I have opinions about SCORM files (Doesn't everybody?)
I got out of work late because of the SCORM files.
And because of this, I'd rather stay away from to computer.
We've just had book group. The book, Charlotte McConaghy's Wild Dark Shore, was excellent.
Jodie Foster is enigmatic. She's also a polyglot, speaking French like it's her mother tongue. I saw an interview with her on breakfast television the other day, advertising this film. It's the first time she's done a whole film in French (however, she's often found doing the dubbing for her English speaking films.) Curious, I wanted to have a look. the film also has Daniel Auteuil, Mathieu Amalric and Irene Jacob, I was in.
Besides, any chance to use my French is never a bad thing.
According to IMDB.com, the plot goes something like this.
"The renowned psychiatrist Lilian Steiner mounts a private investigation into the death of one of her patients, whom she is convinced has been murdered."
This is not the world's best film - it's a bit slow, it's a bit strange and it's a bit convoluted. I went with Jay and she said she was bored.
Me, on the other hand - I'm a bit more forgiving.
A perfect film - no. A French film, with an ambling plot? Yes.
Of course, I was won over by the opening credits of the film where the bass like of Psycho Killer plays. We learn soon that Lillian (Jodie Foster) is a psychiatrist and a pain in the arse. A reluctant mother and grandmother. A tetchy therapist, she tapes her sessions on mini-discs. When one of her clients turns up dead, allegedly by suicide, she's certain that she wouldn't have done that and goes on a journey to work out just what is happening.
She's thrown out of the shiva by her client's husband (Mathieu Amalric), enlists the assistance of her ex-husband (Daniel Auteuil) and appears to become a little unhinged in the process.
This isn't a perfect thriller, but it had enough to keep me going. Seeing Paris in Autumn is never a bad thing. Foster's French is incredible. There are some very funny moments in the film. The client who's trying to give up smoking is a gift that keeps on giving over the film. I liked the relationship she had going with her ex. Foster and Auteuil had a wonderful comfortable chemistry.
I left happy. I know that the film doesn't show what a real psychiatrist does (One of Jay's complaints) and it didn't seem to make sense in places. Regardless, I'm pleased to have seen this - if anything, to air out my French and get some language into my ears.
This is a stylish, fast-paced and occasionally misguided thriller. There was enough for me to enjoy on a wet Sunday afternoon. You can't ask for more that.
Until 17 May in Melbourne - at Her Majesty's Theatre Adelaide 20-24 May
Stars: 4
Cheap tickets make me happy, especially when you can secure yourself a good seat in the front row of the Dress Circle for half the full ticket price. Seeing they were trying to fill the theatre for Art's last few days (especially as I looked at the ticket prices, then thought the better of it) I was glad to be able to go along at a more reasonable price.
I remember seeing Art in London in the 90s. Yasmina Reza, a French playwright, was all the rage at the time and it had a long run at the Wyndham Theatre. I'm pretty sure I saw it with Robert Bathurst as Serge, Nigel Havers as Marc and Roger Allam as Yvan. I do remember the premise of the play. I remember enjoying it. I could tell you it was a three hander about three blokes who react to one of them playing an exorbitant amount for what's basically a white canvas. And all hell prevails.
Nearly 30 years on, this revival is sound - but has it aged well? Part of me thinks not.
Art is a very funny place on the surface. Three men who have been friends for years. A doctor, and engineer and the one who's still finding themselves, drifting from career to career. As much as they like each other, they also get up eachother's noses. Marc (Richard Roxburgh) can be an egotistical wanker who's sarcasm gets the better of him. Serge (Damon Herriman), the doctor who bought the painting, wanting to show his cultural chops. Then there's Yvan (Toby Schmitz) the boy-man who's about to get married and has been drifting for years.
The play is still funny. It's witty and cutting and laugh out loud hilarious in places.
However, I felt some of the scenes were a bit overacted - especially by Roxburgh and Schmitz - the physical aspects of their performance weren't needed.
The other thing that had me questioning the play was looking at male friendships. Maybe we're hearing about the male loneliness epidemic too much, but do men still have these almost co-dependent relationships with each other? Can men really be this vapid? Or and U just reacting to the acting.
In all, this was a good way to spend a Saturday afternoon, but I do have some questions about the play and how it's being performed in the 2020s. What would this look like if the characters were Marg, Sergia and Ivana? How would it play out differently?
Art has another week to play in Adelaide. I don't begrudge getting the ticket for a cheaper price. I'm not sure how I'd feel if I paid full whack for it. Regardless, it was a good use of 90 minutes, even if it raised more questions than answers.
Okay. it's Saturday and I have a lot to do. I'm off to a play in a bit, there's a book to complete for book group on Tuesday (Charlotte Conaghy's Wild Dark Shore - it's very good.)
I'll get the questions out of the way. Questions, have been supplied, as always, but Sunday Stealing.
Which one?
1. Pepsi or Coke?
Oh, definitely Coke. If you want me to be really specific, Coke Zero (or Sugar Free Coke) and not Diet Coke. Even better, if you can find it, Caffeine-Free Coke Zero - but it's hard to find.
Pepsi tastes like lolly water, but it's there for when you really, really, really need a pickup and there's nothing else about. It still puzzles me that some places only sell Pepsi.
2. Cappuccino or coffee?
You don't ask Australians this question as we have a thriving and most excellent coffee culture here which is nuanced, bordering on obsessive and most excellent. Cappucino? Phah - Italians drink that for breakfast. Coffee in the American sense is just another reason not to go to America - and a big part of why Starbucks is universally ignored by the Australian coffee drinking masses - there are so many other places with far superior coffee
Please give me a flat white, if there is no decaf or milk alternative. My normal coffee order is an Almond Decaf Latte (also known as a Melbourne Wanker)
I loved this clip from Anyone But You - where the Glen Powell character was just given a shot of our finest - made from the machine in the kitchen, like most Australians do in the morning. Yes, most of us have our own coffee makers at home. I have one and an Italian stove top pot. We really do take our coffee seriously.
3. Chocolate or vanilla?
Vanilla. Always vanilla. Vanilla over everything. White chocolate can sort of be classed as vanilla - there's normally a hint of it in there anyway.
4. Hot tea or iced tea?
I'm very partial to a cup of tea (Australians just call it tea - mention tea, you know it comes in a mug, with water boiled from a kettle, and either a teabag or a leaves in a pot making a brew.)
Iced tea is about, but not as prevalent over here.
5. Dinner for two or a party?
Depends on the company. Dinner for two is lovely, but if you have an interesting crowd a dinner party can be good too.
Twenty-one years on, this film feels even more relevant. The dystopia is becoming real, more recognisable, more relatable. V for Vendetta has aged very, very well.
Have you not seen it? With a fantastic cast. Hugo Weaving behind a mask of V, his voice doing all the work. Natalie Portman as Evie, who shaved her head for the role. I loved watching some of my favourite actors in their youth. Eddie Marsan, Rupert Graves, Stephen Rea. Seeing Stephen Fry once again in his youth was lovely.
Based on the graphic novel by Allan Moore, this film is timeless. The Wachowski's did a brilliant job with the script - and yes, it does have a bit of a Matrix feel about it. Of course it does. Dystopia with a sense of action and thriller. It's what the Wachowskis do best.
For me, on this rewatch, what got me most was the oppression of the public - how the government tries to dampen down dissent - not that we're as bad as many other places - but our rights to protest are being ebbed away. This feels all too familiar.
And the line of the movie? " People should not be afraid of their governments. Governments should be afraid of their people."
How very true.
This film continues to stand up as one of the greats. So glad I have got reacquainted with it.
V for Vendetta is streaming on ABC iView. Catch it before the government twigs.
There are many things I could write about, but I'm not having any luck putting more than a few lines together on any of these topics. So, I'm going to give you a brain dump of these ideas, just to show you what an ADHD brain can do for you.
1) Why do I have My Lovely Horse running through my brain?
I always loved Father Ted. (Ah, goowaaaaannn...) but that stupid fever dream song that Father Dougal was supposed to do for the Eurovision song contents. Really, this is the worst of bad earworms. Have a look. It's bad.
2) Tia Maria
I wrote about dogs last night so I can't write about Tia Maria. I went to the gym last night. Outside, sat Tia Maria, with her Aunt Sally. I met Tia a few months ago when she was little, little. She's a Border Collie. Now, she's six months old. A too-smart ball of energy. I walked up. She greeted me like a long-lost lover, promptly gave my face a lick and sat on my feet. Aunt Sally said that I was in. Of course I'm in. It's a dog. Dogs love me.
Enough about dogs.
3) Yesteryear
I finished the most extraordinary book today. Yesteryear by Caro Claire Burke is brilliant. Messed up, bonkers, furious, scathing, this book tells of Natalie, a Trad wife influencer who managers her social media account that she runs from her perfect farm, with her perfect husband and kids, spouting Christian fundamentalist claptrap and living the life of a hypocrite. Then things change.
A five-star read, I'll review it later, but I loved every minute of it. It won't be for everybody, but what the author has done here is INCREDIBLE.
4) I need to get the book group book read by Tuesday
It will happen. I started Wild Dark Shore by Charlotte McConaghy this morning. I'm already 100 pages in. It will get read.
5) I want a boyfriend
Don't say this very often, but I would like somebody to cook for and somebody to occasionally watch telly with. Is that too much to ask.
6) And I've just realised
I have a touch of the black dog. Two good things - it's just the stirrings of a touch of depression - nothing major. And catching it quickly means it will be over soon. Lots of clean food, exercise and being good to myself. Admitting it is half the battle.
That feels a little better already. It also makes sense as to why I don't want to write.
