Merry Bloody Christmas

You guys are going to have to do without me for a while. I know it's not easy, but that's the way life is. I'll be working long hours every day until (and including) Christmas Day. Yeah, I know, you might think it's kind of sad that I will be working on Christmas. But you know what? I really don't give a rat's ass. I do love spending Christmas with my family, but since my family is not here, I don't really do Christmas. I don't really care about it much. My best friend will be away and I always get invited by some other friends, but I have to work and I don't mind much. Plus, I'm very close to the people at work, so we usually have some fun and get a Christmas feast when all the craziness is over. And I usually wear a little dress with a Santa hat, which tends to be a big hit.

On Boxing Day, I'm off for a week to a music festival with two of my best friends. It's in Woodford, in the Sunshine Coast hinterland and it's absolutely amazing. Seven days of music on about 15 different stages, poetry readings, painting workshops, dance classes, food, alcohol, people, party... Paradise for a hippie at heart like myself. I'll be working for the radio there and also having a hell of a lot of fun and going just a little bit crazy. Or maybe even a little bit more. Maybe medium crazy. Or... what the hell, I might go really, really crazy. We'll see. I'll tell you all about it later. Or maybe not all, but a fair bit.

When I come back, I know I will need a couple of days to re-adjust to the real world again. I know that, as I have done the music festival twice before. It's like a world of its own. Which is cool, but it's weird coming back to your other world.

So don't expect to hear from me for a little while. And don't be upset if I don't visit your blog. It doesn't mean that I don't love you anymore, ok?

Anyway. I wish each and every one of you a wonderful Christmas and lots of good stuff in the new year. May all your dreams come true. And may the force be with you.

It must be love

I think I'm in love with my new guitar, Black Betty. She's always there for me when I need her, she's beautiful and she makes me happy. Guitars are so much better than guys. They just sit quietly loving in the corner, never play stupid games, make you go all crazy or break your heart.

Two days ago, I was on the phone to my mum for about one and a half hours late at night. After the conversation I felt strangely happy, yet homesick and melancholy. We had been talking about my grandmother who is really unwell. She's been sick for a couple of years, but has always been clear in her head until now. My mum told me how my grandmother is getting really confused now and was all scared, talking about having to pack a suitcase and not knowing where she needed to go. I felt like crying. When I got off the phone, it was about 12.30am and I couldn't go to bed. So I decided to play the guitar for a while. I tried to teach myself "Wonderful tonight" by Eric Clapton for about an hour and kept on cracking myself up because I was so terrible. I would sing three words and then have a five second pause to change chords, sing another three words. It was hilarious and felt so good.

Yesterday morning, I noticed how the tips of my fingers on my left hand were starting to peel off. I was excited like a little child and showed everyone that day. How cool is that- it's as if I was actually a real guitar player now. I would never be angry at Black Betty for making my fingers peel. I know she only means well.

That must be love.

Shortbus: It's just like the sixties- only with less hope

Hello beautiful people. The silly season is upon us and things have been getting rather silly around here. Work is turning into a circus again and I've been doing insane amounts of hours- just when I thought I had my new leisurely life all sorted out.

This sadly means that I haven't found much time for blogging. I'm not asking for your forgiveness though- you better take what you get or be quiet.

If there's anyone out there who hasn't given up on me yet (anyone? at all?), who knows, you might care to read my latest movie review on "Shortbus", a surprisingly sweet movie about sex.

See you around folks.