24 Septembre 2006

Note to self: Berocca Coke, Dark Chocolate and Coffee are not food groups and are not the basis of a healthy diet.

23 Septembre 2006

I AM NOT A F*#@ING BOOTY CALL!!!!!!!!!

22 Septembre 2006

I am no a booty call!!!

Went out tonight, shouldn't have because I finished at 21h30 and have to be back in town tomorrow by 6am.

21 Septembre 2006

20 Septembre 2006

Until I get Gesnes back I am driving the ute to town and work. As it has a cassette player I can listen to my old tapes while I drive, I dug them all out yesterday Zazie, Notre Dame de Paris, Swarm, Take That... of course Noir Desir and OMG Louise Attaque another of the great musical influences of my lycée years.

19 Septembre 2006

Got out my old cassette of Noir Desir, haven't listened to it in years. Just looking at the list of songs and the music comes back to me. "Un Jour en France"; "A Ton Etoile"; "Ernestine"; "Comme Elle Vient"; "Prayer for a Wanker"; "Les Persiennes"; "L'Homme Presse"; "Lazy"; "A la Longue"; "Septembre en Attendant".
How many times did I hear Karim belt out these songs? I'm not sure exactly what their band played the first time I met them in the castle, I can just picture Karim at the mic with his electric guitar strapped over his shoulder, wearing jeans and his greyey woolen jumper and being in awe of his voice.
The cassette has an old saturated sound to it but that doesn't matter, it reminds me of rehearsals in the hall or Karim's garage, gigs, camping and the "Festival de la Musique" where Tonio wouldn't get off the stage to let the other bands set up and rehearse in the afternoon, too intent on playing the dreaded Metalica song he loved.

Check out the video clip for "Un Jour en France" here http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bAGSNUPzwWc (I've roughly translated the lyrics on Gooey Blog)

18 Septembre 2006

A View From the Edge.

The grass may be brown, the water may be muddy, but the sun is shining, a cool breeze is blowing and the birds are chirping merrily.
Everything is peaceful like a Sunday afternoon, only it's Monday and unlike myself most people are hard at work probably waiting for their lunch break.
Even the cars are calm and amazingly the motors blend into the sound of the day, even the odd rickety trailer doesn't disturb the peace, but adds depth like the birds.
It's 12 noon and the cars seem to have picked up speed, the day is halfway gone, time to rush towards the future.

Gesnes has gone in for repairs today and will be gone for at least a week. It has been merely hours since we parted and I miss him already. I have an insatiable urge to jump in and just drive. We went for a trip yesterday and found ourselves at Lake Broadwater. As we neared the boat ramp area a large open space came into view on the left, perfect in it's flawlessness, a flat plain with with short green grass spread evenly across it's entirety. As we pulled in it became apparent that this was Lake Broadwater. A reminder of the water shortages we are experiencing in the Darling Downs. The land has been claimed for the moment by Kangaroos and grass until the water returns.

My new goal in life: Conquer the Speed Ball

I attended a Circuit Breaker class at the gym this morning and finally realised my dream of hitting a punching bag. It was so awesome. I know it's kind of a silly dream but for as long as I can remember I've wanted to learn to box. I mean not to fight against someone but just me and the bag, learn how to pack a punch.

I had an epiphany as I walked past a bottleO just now: When I return to France the first things I want to buy are a bottle of Lawson's and some cola for apéro, a block of Chocolat Noir aux Eclats de Fêves de Cacao Caramelisées to go with coffee and this one has just ocured to me, a Gatêau des Rois. Mmmm the meal could be anything if I could just have these.

17 Septembre 2006

Brian harris is an extraordinary artist! His work exposed at the Dalby Art Show over the weekend was amazing, the boats in the harbor (I forget the actual names) both in shades of grey and by moonlight were captivating in their serenity. Just to have these works of art in a room would be enough to bring peace to a troubled mind.

Brian Hobson's photographs on canvas were also intriguing.

Restlessness has become the norm of my days. Even when I'm away I feel the urge to get away.

Sunny Sunday such a beautiful day, yet only McCafe is open today.
I went looking for a cafe after it started getting cool in the park but nothing was open. Instead of going to McCafe Gesnes and I went for a drive out of town. I saw a sign for Lake Broadwater so went to check it out. I drove past a lovely open space with short green grass almost like a plain. I soon discovered this was Lake Broadwater. Dried out with only the Kangaroos enjoying the afternoon. It is definitely a place to go back to, peaceful.

16 Septembre 2006

The cold has a sensualness to it. You can cuddle up in the cold, snuggle deep into a douna; wrap yourself up in jumpers and scarves; feel the warmth of your body, safe and secure beneath the layers.

For a while you're on top of the world, confident, happy, it doesn't matter what others think, you just want to sing and move to the music, no one can bring you down. And then something happens or you see something that you knew you eventually would. You spiral down immediately, wanting nothing better than to drown your illogical sorrows in whiskey.

Sometimes people scare me, I need to back away because they remind me of Patrick. It's weird how easy it is for me to trust people, but betray that trust and no matter how hard I work to forgive, the damage is done, things will never be the same again.

The "Khaki Jumper"; Dan from Battlefields of Britain appears to not have many jumpers for he mainly wears a khaki woolen jumper with a zipper in the front. This jumper is a masterpiece. (sighs)

15 Septembre 2006

My whole life I've wanted to fit in, maybe that's the wrong way round. People should fit me instead because I am truely awesome just as I am.