See You Next Wednesday
The weekend in review.
May contain traces of domesticity. Sin City
is a good movie and faithful to the comic books. Blake's 7
still rocks. Emma is the best girl in the world.
Dave, Linda, Simon and I went to see Doctor Who - Inside the Tardis
at the theatre. We saw Tim Ferguson talk too much while Katy Manning, Colin Baker and Sylvester McCoy were on stage being quite entertaining. Sylvester won with a shadow play and by making Tim segue from a clipboard. After the guests took turns talking about and around the set pieces there was an interval followed by a parody and questions from the audience. Somebody asked "What happened to K9?" which seems innocent enough and maybe they were only twelve. But, not only did the three actors on stage never work with K9, his last episode (Warrior's Gate part 4) was on telly an hour before the curtain went up.
Which reminds me: I must send an email to Russell to say Aunty Vanessa will be on next week (and tell him about the theatre thingy too, he also loves Katy).
I didn't even choose the swan dress!
Which Rock Chick Are You?
Back agian, back again.
China was terrific. Emma was fantastic to travel with and spoke such good Chinese she was complimented by people who weren't even trying to sell her stuff. (Curiously, she was so good at talking with the locals some of them found it difficult to believe I could not speak Chinese.) We spent an unexpected prelude in Kuala Lumpur before a week in Beijing, two days in Luoyang (after many unrelated sources advised us Xi'an was "a dirty place") and three in Shanghai. We visited a bunch of places including The Great Wall, The Summer Palace, The Temple of Heaven, and the White Horse Temple (as seen in the closing credits of Monkey
). There were many more which I can't recall the spelling of.
(If you are hoping I am going to recap fourteen days of touring you will be disappointed. Think again, and this time keep in mind you barely get a weekly paragraph out of me when I'm in the country. I shall try to insert memories of the trip in future entries.)
Quickly, because I have to go (to China).
We celebrated the Eurovision Song Contest
with great mocking and alcohol. Emma and her red fake snakeskin jumpsuit won the great heavy trophy on debut. Well done that girl.
Later in the week I went to see a very poor dance performance with Kate. The choreographer boldly claimed to have shunned all convention in creating the work. He certainly did away with the conventions of: being able to see the dancers on the set, not assaulting the audience with painful noise, and being worth the price of admission.
Also, I went to see Minefields and Miniskirts
at the Canberra Playhouse. It was extremely good and definately worth the price of admission. Two, even, as mum, who was meant to, couldn't go too because her back was playing up. (She went the following night with a friend, so she thought it was worth the price of two admissions also.)
On Thursday, Next Week For Sure won a soccer game which was unusual but not unheared of. It so happened to be a final so we were given some sports bags, pizza discounts and sports wear vouchers, which was nice.
Then I drove to Nerong. Tomorrow, Emma and I fly to Beijing.
This may not sound like the snappiest line from 2001: A Space Odyssey (1968), but it evidently caught the imagination of John Landis, who has worked references to a mythical film of this name into most of his own movies - memorably as the grotty British skinflick watched by an assortment of lycanthropes and zombies in the climax of An American Werewolf in Paris [sic] (1981).
Ghastly Beyond Belief, Neil Gaiman and Kim Newman