Scarlet for me

55 channels and nothing on. I kid you not. There’s a Parky I’ve already seen and that’s it. And I am restless as hell anyway, so it might be that which makes every single programme seem unutterably boring.

Then again I got hold of Marc Almond “Treasure Box” second-hand today, so I can play Something’s Gotten Hold of my Heart over and over again at full blast.

Still. Restless.

Perhaps I should go for a walk. It’s not exactly warm outside, but I could wrap up.

Voice on the stereo: (you guessed it) Marc Almond – Something’s Gotten Hold of my Heart

Contentment

Yesterday was good. Lots of people said Happy Birthday. I got things done at work. I left work at a reasonable time. I managed to book a table at The Dubliner, in the nick of time as they were almost full up. I bought myself a bottle of Ardbeg 17 yr old at Oslo City. Free Record Shop at Gunerius had started selling Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets a day early (are they allowed to do that?) so I now have the DVD. Yay. I almost walked on to the set of Mors Elling when I got home, and got to see one take, which was kinda cool (seeing it, that is, the take in itself was pretty boring). The new Nemi magazine was in my mailbox when I got home. Fame Factory was on and I had pizza and Strongbow. I did a bit of sewing and lounged around a bit. Had some birthday phonecalls. I even did the washing up. Great day, in fact.

The only thing that didn’t behave quite as expected was the weather. My almost perfect track record now has a flaw. Boo-hoo. It was fine for most of the day, but when I got home there was snow in the air. Not a lot, but still… Snow! I ask you! This is April, for goodness sake! Overnight the ground has actually gone white, and it’s snowing out now as well. It won’t stick, of course, but it’s a bit disappointing. Not only had I decided that spring was well and truly here, which I will now have to reconsider, but why did it have to start yesterday? The weather is always nice on my birthday. I can remember it raining a bit in the afternoon once in ten years or so. In Worthing three years ago it was ridiculous – it had been rainy and cold and sleety and windy and unpleasant for days. My birthday arrives. I’m on the couch with a cold, not stirring outdoors, but the weather? Bright, bright sunshine. Next day it was back to sleet and wind. But, as I said, that track record is looking less good following yesterday’s return to winter. Oh, well. One can’t have everything, I suppose. But if I am to go by the saying my grandmother insisted on, viz. “if the weather is nice on your birthday it means you’ve been good all year”, what, I wonder, have I done this year that is so particularly bad?

Voice in my head: Van Morrison – Brown Eyed Girl

Musical five

This week’s Friday Five:

1. What was the first band you saw in concert?
Band? Well, I saw Lillebjørn Nilsen on the Orginal Nilsen tour in, hm, must’ve been 1983 or something. I think I was twelve. Might’ve been earlier.

2. Who is your favorite artist/band now?
Pick one, you mean? Nilsen is still a favourite.

3. What’s your favorite song?
Favourite song, ever? These questions do not get any easier as we go along, do they? Possibly You Win Again (The Bee Gees)

4. If you could play any instrument, what would it be?
Guitar, it’s portable and good for sing-alongs…

5. If you could meet any musical icon (past or present), who would it be and why?
Bach. I’d like to hear him play his own music.

Twiddling?

Still more fun and games. The Thursday Thumb Twiddler.

1. If you could script the basic plot for the dream you will have tonight, what would it be?
I would want it to be as bizarre as possible, preferably involving a lot of people I know in completely absurd context, possibly with some people I haven’t thought about for years cropping up. It’s dreams of that kind I enjoy the most when occasionally I have them. Move over Salvador Dali, make way for the dream surrealist…

2. What one thing do you personally believe all people should do or experience at least once in their lifetime, just to say they’ve done it?
Tough one. Well, everybody should try to read Shakespeare. And I mean really try, as in: Make an effort, read several plays, not just read the first lines of a play and give up. Not just to say they’ve done it but to make sure they don’t miss out from negligence.

3. If you knew it would, within twenty years, halve the incidence of violent crime, would you want to eliminate all physical violence from television and film?
Of course. I don’t actually need to see people beating each other up, you know. I’d miss the swashbuckling scenes, but I could live without them.

Search me

That’s established then: I do not understand taxation. At least, I obviously don’t understand the way I’m taxed. Whatever. In this case, I think, ignorance is bliss. I was convinced I’d have to pay the authorities and it turns out they want to pay me. I’m not complaining.

Voice on the stereo: Ainsley Henderson – Don’t Get me Wrong (again)

Three things that…

Well, you know. Me and lists.

THREE THINGS THAT SCARE ME:
01 | Cancer
02 | Cruelty
03 | People who are afraid and/or desperate
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THREE PEOPLE WHO MAKE ME LAUGH:
01 | Abdul
02 | Linda W
03 | Stephen Fry
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THREE THINGS I LOVE:
01 | Reading
02 | Books
03 | Libraries
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THREE THINGS I HATE:
01 | Waiting
02 | War
03 | Intolerance
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THREE THINGS I DON’T UNDERSTAND:
01 | Racism
02 | Taxes
03 | People finding Sunday afternoons boring
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THREE THINGS ON MY DESK:
01 | Recordable CDs
02 | My tax return
03 | Blistex
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THREE THINGS I’M DOING RIGHT NOW:
01 | Completing this thing
02 | Singing along to Neil Sedaka’s Happy Birthday Sweet 16
03 | Drinking Cider (to celebrate my tax return)
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THREE THINGS I WANT TO DO BEFORE I DIE:
01 | Circumnavigate the world without the help of airplanes (to really feel the size of it)
02 | Have kids (I think)
03 | Read Finnegans Wake, and understand it
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THREE THINGS I CAN DO:
01 | Sew
02 | Listen
03 | Laugh at myself
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THREE WAYS TO DESCRIBE MY PERSONALITY:
01 | Friendly
02 | Honest
03 | Odd
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THREE THINGS I CAN’T DO:
01 | Drive a car (legally)
02 | Concentrate on something I find boring
03 | Lie convincingly
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THREE THINGS I THINK YOU SHOULD LISTEN TO:
01 | The radio play version of The Hitch-Hiker’s Guide to the Galaxy
02 | Arlo Guthrie’s Alices’ Restaurant
03 | Your friends when they need to talk
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THREE THINGS I DON’T THINK YOU SHOULD LISTEN TO EVER:
01 | Anyone from the far right
02 | Anyone who talks about people behind their backs
03 | Anyone who tells you that what you want to do can’t be done
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THREE OF MY ABSOLUTE FAVORITE FOODS:
01 | Bacon
02 | Chicken Curry (Kashmiri, mmmm)
03 | Tagliatelle Carbonara
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THREE THINGS I’D LIKE TO LEARN:
01 | Spanish (properly)
02 | Scuba diving
03 | Riding a motorcycle
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THREE BEVERAGES I DRINK REGULARLY:
01 | Sparkling water
02 | Coffee
03 | English Cider
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THREE SHOWS I WATCHED WHEN I WAS A KID:
01 | The Clangers
02 | Baltazaar
03 | Transformers

Ok, so it isn’t Monday

(Thank God!) Monday Mission, nevertheless.

1. Would you rather impress or influence others? Why? Which do you tend to do more than the other?
Influence, definitely. I think perhaps I do, too, though that’s pretty hard to assess.

2. Are you able to admit your weaknesses to others? How do you handle your weaknesses? (Can you accept them and see them as a strength? Do you strive to overcome them? etc.)
Well, it depends on who you mean by “others”. The easy answer is “Yes”, but I suspect that’s somewhat inaccurate. There are definitely some weakness I do not admit to, despite being aware of them. I am more likely to admit to weaknesses that can be turned into strengths. I am probably more likely to admit to weaknesses here on this blog or in writing in general than face to face, except to my very closest friends.
How do I handle them? Well, some I try to ignore, some I try to compensate for (procrastination being one, compensating, that is, by not promising too much or by making sure I have strict deadlines), and some I try to overcome. That just about covers it, I think.

3. How do you react when you are bossed around, treated as inferior or taken advantage of?
With anger. I don’t like being told what to do and how to do it, I hate people who act superior and I certainly don’t like being taken advantage of. Once any of the three happen I will go to great lengths to avoid the people and/or situations. The exception being that to some extent I have to be able to take orders at work, of course. One of my weaknesses (see, I’m admitting to it) is resenting anyone who has authority to give me orders. The conciliating factor is that I don’t much like giving orders, either (this may surprise some people, but it’s true. I like having my own way, but I don’t like to have to order people to do what I want, I’d much rather they just did it of their own accord).

4. Do you live your life to meet your own needs, or do you live to meet the needs of others? Why?
My own. Purely egoistic. I might do an altruistic thing occasionally, but it’s entirely by accident.

5. This is your Mission on Mondays, but what is your mission in life?
I haven’t decided yet. Well, apart from read all the books ever published, which is unrealistic.

6. Can you focus on your goals and achieve them, or are you sidetracked by minor distractions along the way?
I’m quite easily distracted. Few of my goals have been anything but eclectic, the sort than can be reached by meandering routes and therefore don’t suffer much from distractions.

7. When was the last time you cried? What were you feeling at that moment (anger, sadness, etc.)?
Yesterday morning I woke up crying from a rather distressing dream involving americans and – of all things – cruelty to animals. Some sort of illustration served up by my subconscious to remind me that I’m not happy with the current situation in the Middle East, I assume, though there might be quite a different explanation. The feeling? Sadness and frustration.

BONUS: Who can it be knocking at my door?
The big, bad wolf.

Voice in my head: my own, singing Kveldssang for Laffen (which I used to sing to my brother as a lullaby years and years ago)