Friday, December 31, 2004

I am still right here

I can’t really say that my attention span has improved or even returned at all, but all the same I think I should try to squeeze in a last post before 2004 runs out of days (or hours).
I haven’t been blogging much, largely because nothing much has been going on. I was at home for Christmas, which was okay although next year I don’t think I‘ll stay as many days – especially if I have to share a bed with my sister again. She’s 8, but takes up a helluva lot of space and actually managed to elbow my jaw in her sleep, the brat!
Anyway, I’m home again with all my very sensible presents and a couple of vouchers that I spent on, among other things, the Lost in Translation-DVD. When I saw it in Crawley last year, I’d gone on my own to the cinema around noon and as a result I had an entire row of seats to myself, could put my feet up and give a seat to my Coke and popcorn. The only other people were a woman 5 rows down and then a group of people with Down’s syndrome, who seemed to like Scarlett Johansson very much (but then again, who wouldn’t?)! Seeing the movie took me right back and it was really nice, also because it’s just a lovely movie.

Do you ever have a feeling that you could avoid a lot of trouble if you could develop that sense of the seemingly obvious that mothers usually have? I’m talking about the “The sky is pitch dark, bring an umbrella” or “It’s minus 5 Centigrade – you should put on a warmer sweater” here. Or, as in my case “Pernille, you probably shouldn’t try to pour melted chocolate into your mouth when you’re wearing a white shirt”. Sigh.

Oh well, that’ll be it for now. Have a lovely New Year and New Year’s Eve. Try not to blow off any of your limbs; you’ll miss them tomorrow if you can’t dial for pizza or reach out for the Coca-Cola and paracetamol, promise!

Wednesday, December 15, 2004

I don't sleep, I dream

So, the new Brett Anderson/Bernard Butler-thing? I'm not entirely convinced by these track titles and seeing as optimism is always a bit dangerous, I remain sceptical. And are they called The Tears as in weepiness and or The Tears as in something you could get in your shirt? Either way, it's a pretty crappy name...

Pop! Nice...

Even nicer!

Ils sont fou, ces gens d'Århus!

Back another day, if I get my attention span back!

Wednesday, December 08, 2004

... if only I could get 'round to it

Well, there's good news and there's bad news. If we start off with the latter, the first name for 2005's Roskilde Festival has been announced. It's D:A:D, because, you know, we just haven't seen 'em enough at Roskilde. I mean, come on, if this is the best they can do for their first official name, that's not really good, is it? They seriously have to do better and stop it from raining if I have to even consider showing up.

Good news: Thierry Henry is having a baby! There's not much to say except for "Awwww!" and then just keep your fingers crossed that Thierry and his wife have better taste in names than your average footballer... We wouldn't want the poor kid to be called Queens or something similarly stupid and Beckham-esque, now would we?

Friday, December 03, 2004

I just want to dance

Got out of bed way too late today, after having seen Melody Club yesterday evening. It was okay, their slow songs were a bit dull, the guitarist looked like a skinny Benny Andersson (because that's what beards do for you) and most of all I was just too busy staring at the lead singer's really tight trousers to actually care about the show. Although I also noticed his shoes. If more guys wore pointy, red vinyl boots, the world would be a better place.

Something that has already made the world a better place, though, is the new Kylie video. You can see it here and can I just say that I'm really happy that she dropped that Brigitte Bardot-ish look she had for the Body Language-album? Because it was f***ing awful!