A blog of one's own

A pretty low-key weekend, although I thoroughly enjoyed the opportunity to pretend to be a spaceman, pretend to be a necromancer and pretend to be an evil otherworldly godthing of mammoth alien proportions. Can you tell I spent most of my weekend with other boys?

It was all very nerdy, but I'm going to a very groovy music festival this weekend, and some girls will be there and everything, so I guess these things balance out.

Incidentally, it was my birthday a couple of weeks ago and among other things got every single released by Atlantic records between 1947 and 1974 - awesome stuff from Ray, Otis, Aretha, Sam & Dave, Booker T and heaps of people I've never heard of but can't half sing. Together with my surreally sexy new collection of Bunuel DVDs, I'm audiovisually sorted for a wee while.

Oh, and some nice men lost to some not nice men in a football match. It were right good, despite the teeth-gnashing awfulness of the commentators supplied by that nice Mr Murdoch. I never thought I'd think back to Andy Gray with such fondness.

Well this post is very stream of consciousness, guess I'm going through a Ginny Woolf period.

Mr Goodfellow said he would buy the beers himself

Annabel Beth & Alex

Annabel Beth & Alex
Originally uploaded by Tom Goodfellow.

Good picture, this.

We had a fairly quiet weekend. Dinner with Nick and Lou on Saturday which made me feel very old. We headed for home at ten to eleven, partly because the bar was too loud. Sigh.

Family dinner at Tanglewood on Sunday, listening to Australia lose at cricket and Melbourne win at football. We left Beth behind and took the opportunity to go see Stranger Than Fiction, which was nearly very good but ultimately...not.

Another photo post

It occurred to me that I haven't posted any Beth pictures for a while. In fact, I haven't taken any for a while so I took these when I was looking after Beth last night (M was out at uni or work or one of those things she does when she should be at home looking after me).

The goggles are a favourite toy at the moment, more successful than my attempts to inculcate a love of the England cricket team as you can see. Oh well.

My film course with the Stratmeister restarts tonight. I got in the mood last night by watching the fabulously freaky Shock Corridor, which contained 2 extremely quotable lines:

"Nymphos!"

"I am impotent! And I like it!"

Who needs a South African when you've got an Irishman?

Thanks to Cherisse for graciously providing these pictures, taken with her camera phone at the cricket a couple of weeks ago. Note the cocky looks on the Antipodean faces - this was before England started biffing them about the place with gay abandon. Note too my magnificent flag (actually a defiled Aussie flag - sedition!) and Todd's ever so appropriate 'tache.

Strangely the photos seem to dry up halfway through the evening - I'm guessing that the phone ran out of memory rather than, say, Cherisse suffering from shock or being unable to focus through the tears. What a charitable chap I am.

Bonus point!

Big Post

Um, a few things on which I must report today:

1) M is pregnant. We had the 13 week scan on Friday and all is well. Due date roundabout the 17th of August. Beth doesn't get it yet, but hopefully will have some idea of what's going on by the time the big event happens.

2) I'm back in blighty for a few days in late June/early July. It's a solo trip because M will be very pregnant, but I am too excited by the fact that my sister (Senior Scumbag) is having a baby herself to not come. I'll try and see people but obviously family will be my main focus so I'll make no promises.

3) Big trip for the 4 (!) of us, back in blighty from mid-December to late January. Should see everybody then.

4) England are the best team in the world at cricket. But then we knew that.

xx

Life moves pretty fast. If you don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.

North London Yesterday

Thanks to the lovely Liz for this fantastic photo of The Home Of Football yesterday. Amazing! It's so rare for London to get that much snow, I wish I was there.

And I'm lost on the bottom of the world

Let's just imagine that I had mysteriously obtained copies of the new, unreleased albums by LCD Soundsystem and The Arcade Fire. Not that I have, that would be a bit dodgy, but just imagine. They would sound great, I reckon, and I would be suggesting that North American Scum (LCD) and Keep The Car Running (AF) look like being huge anthems for the year. If only it were so.

Bonus point

I just realised I haven't posted in a while, so here's a quick run-down of recent activities:

Uncle Vanya at the Sydney Festival - brilliant performances in a wonderful play, and a new experience to see a foreign language theatrical production with surtitles. I got used to it after a few minutes, although the surtitles were a little small.

Cricket - we saw England beat Australia in a one-dayer at the SCG, which was of course hilarious for me and Nick, if less so for the other eight people in our party. I am just glad that we have finally demonstrated that England is better than Australia at this game, as some people were beginning to doubt this obvious truth.

Movies - lots of DVDs

Avoca - I actually got into the sea this time, it were lovely

Cupboard - we made a cupboard under the stairs and put things in it

I had better stop there, lest it get any more exciting.

There are things these days
That can help you through a phase
Like food & health & fear
I prefer the beer