Well, so much for that, then.
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caddymanA quiet day with nothing planned for this evening, and yet it's still better than my last birthday when I was up to my neck in packing and managed to down 3 aged cans of Stella Artois by way of celebration. I may organise something for next weekend when I'm back in The Smoke.
Or I may not.
Went to bed rather late last night - I was hijacked by BBC2 and their documentary on the making of Disraeli Gears which was very entertaining and not a little nostalgic. I intended to go to bed when that had finished, but picking up their theme and running with it, they followed up with a broadcast of the footage from Cream's reunion gigs at the Royal Albert Hall last May. Having seen it, I really rather regret not having coughed up the money to go (safe in the knowledge it's nearly a year too late and that I would still baulk at the prospect of shelling out around £75, if I remember my original objections correctly).
My birthday presents so far include a rather nice and very useful cash injection from Mum & Dad(admittedly it's birthday and Christmas pressie rolled into one, but even so...), and a "well you never said what you wanted" from my sister. Still, she gave me back the tenner I subbed her to buy a friend's birthday present, so it's not a total loss.
So far, other than having a slightly clearer view of the tombstone on the horizon, 47 doesn't feel markedly different to 46, though I did manage to feel vaguely ancient momentarily when Mum dug out a photo of me, my sister and my best friend at the coast, circa 1972 or 1973, aged 13 or 14. Yours Truly was lanky, gawky, had hair (though I'm not sure what I was doing with it - cracking basin cut style that it was) and was about 1/3 of the distance around the waist that I am now. Which is apt, I suppose, since I would have been more or less 1/3 of the age that I am now. I recall thinking I was fat back then, but an additional 30-odd years of lardiness puts it all in perspective, and if I was that weight now I daresay someone would drag me in for blood tests and a good feed.
Happy days.
Or I may not.
Went to bed rather late last night - I was hijacked by BBC2 and their documentary on the making of Disraeli Gears which was very entertaining and not a little nostalgic. I intended to go to bed when that had finished, but picking up their theme and running with it, they followed up with a broadcast of the footage from Cream's reunion gigs at the Royal Albert Hall last May. Having seen it, I really rather regret not having coughed up the money to go (safe in the knowledge it's nearly a year too late and that I would still baulk at the prospect of shelling out around £75, if I remember my original objections correctly).
My birthday presents so far include a rather nice and very useful cash injection from Mum & Dad(admittedly it's birthday and Christmas pressie rolled into one, but even so...), and a "well you never said what you wanted" from my sister. Still, she gave me back the tenner I subbed her to buy a friend's birthday present, so it's not a total loss.
So far, other than having a slightly clearer view of the tombstone on the horizon, 47 doesn't feel markedly different to 46, though I did manage to feel vaguely ancient momentarily when Mum dug out a photo of me, my sister and my best friend at the coast, circa 1972 or 1973, aged 13 or 14. Yours Truly was lanky, gawky, had hair (though I'm not sure what I was doing with it - cracking basin cut style that it was) and was about 1/3 of the distance around the waist that I am now. Which is apt, I suppose, since I would have been more or less 1/3 of the age that I am now. I recall thinking I was fat back then, but an additional 30-odd years of lardiness puts it all in perspective, and if I was that weight now I daresay someone would drag me in for blood tests and a good feed.
Happy days.
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Date: 2006-02-04 07:52 pm (UTC)The Albert Hall concert was great wasn't it? I taped the first showing and have viewed it more than once since. I'd be tempted to buy the DVD, had
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Date: 2006-02-05 08:55 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-02-05 01:06 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-02-05 05:43 pm (UTC)Especially if they involve bad haircuts (of which I had my share).
Still, many happy returns
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Date: 2006-02-05 08:38 pm (UTC)I'm not going to say a word about getting old - the Wrinkle-Pixies would get me and my house is slowly turning to glass.
/hugs
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Date: 2006-02-05 11:08 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-02-06 03:46 am (UTC)That's the second time I've missed the "Cream" concert. I spotted "Disraeli Gears" was the topic of "Classic Albums" after I had left London for Conception, alas...
And according to Digiguide, the next one is 10/02/2006, "Dark Side of the Moon". There are no repeats of the last one visible.
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Date: 2006-02-06 02:29 pm (UTC)75 quid for a Cream one-off is a pretty good deal compared with the criminally insane prices charged by today's nonentities. Didn't that overrated, talentless frump, Madonna, charge 150 quid for the privilege of watching her "sing" and dance about to her forgettably slight "songs" a couple of years ago? Ah, but we live in a culture that deifies the mediocre.
Beware of "acts" that include a dance troupe, that's what I always say. They unsuccessfully try to disguise a lack of musical content.
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Date: 2006-02-06 02:57 pm (UTC)Anyway, once I'd got used to the shaved pate look, I decided it was much better - and it takes no time to dry once I step out of the shower, too. As for combs? Was ist das comb?
Regarding Cream gig prices, I'd far sooner cough up the readies for them than for Madge, but £75 is still a lot, and I wasn't exactly swimming in cash at that point.
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Date: 2006-02-06 03:05 pm (UTC)The phrase the emperor's new clothes comes to mind.