I love things. And judging by what HIFA showed, I’m not the only one. The people came out in droves: locals from all walks, regional tourists and even a couple of jazz-loving, brandy-swigging Ozzies.
Rockin times at the festival last night. We saw Antonio Forcione on the main stage, man, this dude rocks. Absolutely the best guitarist I’ve seen live, no doubt.
I’ve just been to see a HIFA show at the 7 Arts theatre. Not bad at all, though not my usual cup of tea/jug of beer.
Mel and I went to the Avondale flea mart to return a dodgy DVD she bought. Granted, buying anything from the AFM is a risk in itself, but in this case it was to replace someone else’s dodgy DVD that she broke.
Not only am I coming back as white, I’ve narrowed down the specifications to being blonde as well. As if further evidence was needed of…
Before I go any further, let me respond to any malicious allegations regarding the “mysterious” Kitkins, who caused quite a stir last week.
Life is a romantic comedy: it’s beautiful and always ends well.
So in my next life, I need to come back as a white woman.
That’s what it says on the front of my king-size packet of Willards THINGZ.
Apparently those of us who live in Avondale stay in the Wrongdale, cos from what I saw on Friday night, life in Borrowdale is good.
…when you wish you were having fun, and you think you’re not, but you actually are. Cryptic? Read on, be educated.
The dirty sneak. He had to be there, long legs and all, parked in the penalty box to tap in Gerrard’s shot. fecking Peter Crouch.