Last night I dreamed that the Press Gang reunion special of legend actually aired. And it was great, only Dexter Fletcher couldn't remember how to do the American accent, so John Barrowman played Spike. But there was a subplot about Lynda being in a feud with Rupert Murdoch, and Spike turning out to be the man behind a blog that had all the political and media gossip before anyone else. This totally needs to happen at once, excepting the bit about John Barrowman. What's Steven Moffat doing these days, and can he drop it to return to the kids show he did in the early '90s? Oh, right. Yes. Carry on.
After the whole waking, boggling at my dream and having breakfast part of the day was dealt with, I AMAZED myself by going to the gym. Where I ran and cycled and, um, cross-trained, and did various weights, and stretches, but what I'll really take away is that I can't do a single push-up. But I did learn that the only way I can stand the cycles is by watching fanvids on my iPod, so it wasn't a total loss.
Then, as if that wasn't ridiculous enough, I met up with
baggers,
sajee and
suburbannoir, and we played squash. I've never played squash in my life, but by the end of the hour my racquet had begun to make contact with the ball, so I deem it a success. Never before have I had fun, or made improvement, at a proper sport. But then, never before have people stopped laughing at my lack of co-ordination long enough to give me proper help and practice. YES I'M STILL BITTER ABOUT SCHOOL PHYS. ED.
Now I'm home, and I've eaten mac and cheese for lunch, and bought tickets to see Amanda Palmer next month (AFTER ALL THESE YEARS OF MISSING HER*, THAT IS A GREAT RELIEF!), and now I think I'm going to have a nap.
* She has this amazing skill for coming to town at times when I'm busy, or broke, or both. The most notable occasion was when the Dresden Dolls were relatively small, and they were doing a concert in Brisbane, and I had the money to go, only I also had a really early start the next day, and I was quite new in my job and didn't want to turn up over-tired. So I skipped it. But that same weekend, we were seeing Ben Folds in concert with the Queensland Symphony Orchestra, and who should appear on stage halfway through, but the Dresden Dolls? They did "Coin-Operated Boy" with Ben on piano, and then he and Amanda sang "Steve's Last Night In Town" as a duet. And it was magnificent. But I still wish I'd been able to get to the other concert.
After the whole waking, boggling at my dream and having breakfast part of the day was dealt with, I AMAZED myself by going to the gym. Where I ran and cycled and, um, cross-trained, and did various weights, and stretches, but what I'll really take away is that I can't do a single push-up. But I did learn that the only way I can stand the cycles is by watching fanvids on my iPod, so it wasn't a total loss.
Then, as if that wasn't ridiculous enough, I met up with
Now I'm home, and I've eaten mac and cheese for lunch, and bought tickets to see Amanda Palmer next month (AFTER ALL THESE YEARS OF MISSING HER*, THAT IS A GREAT RELIEF!), and now I think I'm going to have a nap.
* She has this amazing skill for coming to town at times when I'm busy, or broke, or both. The most notable occasion was when the Dresden Dolls were relatively small, and they were doing a concert in Brisbane, and I had the money to go, only I also had a really early start the next day, and I was quite new in my job and didn't want to turn up over-tired. So I skipped it. But that same weekend, we were seeing Ben Folds in concert with the Queensland Symphony Orchestra, and who should appear on stage halfway through, but the Dresden Dolls? They did "Coin-Operated Boy" with Ben on piano, and then he and Amanda sang "Steve's Last Night In Town" as a duet. And it was magnificent. But I still wish I'd been able to get to the other concert.