Me And My Big Mouth

You know if I say one more stupid thing to a near stranger and end up having a deep an meaningful due to my own "passing comments" I swear I am going to scream. In the past few weeks I have managed to get a women to tell me all about her cheating husband and his child to another lover and the latest was a women who is suffering due to the murder of her niece. Like I said I only bring it on myself, I will be silent now I swear. I do of course enjoy these moment of life, and I know people just love to talk to me as I do them but I know I am going to have a third strike, its the law of the speaking circuit I guess. Now I just wait until I do it again and you know me it is only a matter of the clock ticking down till it happens again. Yay!

I Love Technology

I always dreamt of a day when you could talk on a phone that was not fixed to a wall. I also dreamt of the day that you didn't have to talk on the phone that was fixed on the wall whilst the entire family sat behind you listening to every word you said. Now you don't even have to talk, you can text, or one step even better send a photo of yourself on the toilet whilst reading the latest news on your phone and working out your GPS position. I love that my phone can tell me exactly what location I am at and how to get home if need be. I especially love it when you are millions of miles away from home and can get information about where to get milk and bread and some nice person has even posted a review on the small store you are venturing into in Ventura. It is nothing short of brilliant. I know people often say that the next generation will not understand what it was like to "not" receive a phone call but I doubt they will understand. I of course can remember a dark time when if you were waiting on a boy to call you would forgo leaving the house altogether and the cord to the telephone didn't reach the bathroom so you dare not not even take a shower for fear of missing the call. So no they wont understand and don't even get me started on taking your film to the chemist and waiting a week to get it back. Of course when you did get it back your 12 photos that you paid big bucks for all have stickers on them telling you "over exposed" like the black piece of photo paper didn't already let you know that. So cheers to all the nerds who make technology, I love yous all.

Brian Ferry

Brian Ferry has a new album out. I listened to the title track off it yesterday along with the video. The song was fantastic, the video seemed like it was a rehearsal shoot for a challenge from America's next top model. So go and check it out and see what you think!

There's Something About Bob

Oh and I just found out that Bob Geldof has a new album coming out in early 2011, could this mean a tour perhaps? Fantastic, someone rally the other three and we are so there.

Follow Your Convictions

Yes these are wise words, "Follow Your Convictions" and they are wonderful if it not for whence they came. The other day I was walking past a salubrious jewelers when I saw a rather large picture of my one true love, Bob Geldof. I have loved Bob since I was a little girl. Initially I trotted past the store half not thinking what I had just seen was for real only to toddle back and find that in fact, yes there he was, my pin up boy Bob. I was slightly confused, in fact no I was completed fucking confused, Bob, my Bob, a pin up poster boy for Maurice Lacroix watches?, get outta here!. So I stood and let Bob's wonderful face wash over me as I read the blurb and contemplated the inexcusable price tag of a watch. Anyway I was a bit peeved over the whole thing, I have to say at the out set though that I loved Bob long before he ever did Live Aid and frankly that has never really done it for me, well it did but not because he set the whole thing up that was just just the plum really but I have always loved him for his music, yes that is right his music. I have stood at every show he has ever done in Sydney, myself and the other three fans he has here. I have stood at the Three weeds in Sydney on many occasions when nobody gave a fuck and I have crouched at his feet at the Seymour Centre when my seat was taken from me by a rather unrepentant door bitch and I have not cared that only myself and the other three were the only ones paying attention at his show at the Enmore Theatre so I think I have done my dues when it comes to Bob. So selling watches was something I never thought I would see him do but then I guess when four people are the only ones showing up to your shows then I guess a boy's gotta eat. So yes I am miffed that he appeared to be selling out but then after reading the blurb on why he was chosen because he is inspiring people to be who they want to be I thought it was brilliant. So yes Bob you have always inspired me to be who I want to be and perhaps one day an expensive time piece with the inscription, "be who you want to be" could be just what I need.

Myself and Paul

The other night I had a dream that I was sitting at a big board room table having a one on one conversation with Paul McCartney. I can not recall if I was telling him that Wings may not have been the best band in the world or that "Say Say Say" was probably not lyrical genius, but I do remember I had a very old wonderful looking leather bound old book in my hands and I asked him if he wouldn't mind signing it for me. He seemed quite happy about signing it and this surprised me as I felt awkward asking him to. So I slid the book over and he opened it up with a certain amount of excitement at my asking him to inscribe it with my name. In my mind I was hoping it would be brilliant and I could fob it off to some lonely fan with money to burn. After he joyfully wrote something down he slid the book back to me and it read; "To Jodie, You are the biggest bullshit artist I have ever known, Love Paul McCartney." At that point I woke up, laughing I might add. The best part about this dream was the fact that it was in fact a dream and that subconsciously I have called myself a bullshit artist. What a classic for someone who never lets the truth get in the way of a good story. I love the way the mind works and at times even my own. One for the classic file me thinks.

Regret's I've Had A Few But Then Again Just One To Mention

I was living in London back in 1993, it was a wonderful time for me I was footloose and fancy free. I was also very young and when I look back extremely lucky with the good choices I made. I lived in a great place, had loads of great friends and partied like it was 1999 each and every night of the week. I travelled every other weekend to great places like Paris and Spain and I lapped up the admiration of many many young single gents. So it was one sunny afternoon that I was strolling around London when I happened upon a sale of second hand stuff. Namely the second hand stuff was a giant pile of rubble in a shop that was actually the remains of the Berlin Wall which not long before had fallen to democracy. So I stood in amongst the rubble and contemplated buying a piece of graffiti stained rock. I held it in my hands and asked the price, I think it was about 20 quid or so and I certainly had the money but I put it down and walked out. My reason was I figured who would care about this crappy piece of rubble anyway and it would be too heavy to try and eventually haul back to Australia, if and when I ever returned. Tea chest or not I had a gazillion shoes and they were of a top priority to me back then. So it is something I regret, I should have damn well bought that piece of the Berlin Wall but I didn't, if only I wasn't so young and stupid I would now have a brilliant door stop with a fantastic conversation piece too boot and who knows how much I would get if I were to take it to the Antiques Roadshow, perish the thought.

Thank Fuck That's Over

Finally someone is running the joint. It's about time. Not that they are doing much anyway but at least now we can stop hearing about it. Hopefully!

Carry On - My Love Affair With Barbara Windsor

Everyone has a dirty little secret and mine is a love affair with Eastenders. I have had it all my life ever since the ABC used to play really old back dated episodes of Eastenders teasing Australians that we were any where near up to date with the show. Of course that was probably when I was around my late teens and I signed up to Foxtel as soon as it was available many many moons ago because of the promise of Eastenders. So every night at 7pm I can be found indulging in my dirty little secret. I know all the In's and outs of the show and have done for as long as I care to remember. Sadly my favorite character the ye olde Barbara "Peggy Mitchell" Windsor is due to leave the series in the next few weeks and I am sad to see her go. So tonight I am indulging in a little bit of Barbara madness by watching her at her best in the early 70's with Sid James in some of the Carry On films. Now I know they are trashy but I always get a laugh out of them if not for the fact that Sid James was the epitome of dirty old man but what is most astonishing is there are 31 of these films in total. Everything from Carry on Matron to my favorite Carry On Camping. If ever there was a 1st place getter for the saying "they made a little go a very very long way" then the "Carry On" movies certainly win. So here is to you Babs you are a legend.