Hey. I'm not well. All blocked up and mouth breathing like a spaced off 10-year old boy in history class. I hate being sick... well I guess, who enjoys it. I just think it's even worse during February. It knocks you for a six. I have a gig tonight. My usual Thursday nighter at Burswood, and I'm more than a little concerned I'll be singing everything with, what sounds like a clothes peg on my nose. Or as I'm currently saying it... my node. Whenever I get sick or Jane gets sick we sleep in seperate rooms to reduce the risk of the other person 'getting' it. Which is just another kick in the nuts; I don't like sleeping alone. The ONLY advantage of being struck down in my 'prime'... I get to watch heaps of movies and fillums; and with the oscars just around the corner that gets handy. Speaking of which... I have to get onto organising our annual... OSCARS PARTY! I don't know where to do it yet... I'm thinking of running a long coax cable outside and having some sort of 'Night with the Stars, Under the Stars'. OOH I like that! I just came up with that. Well that's settled, that's what i'm going to do. A couple of years ago, Jane and I bought a special cookie cutter mould thing from the U.S. in the shape of 'oscar'. It was so cool doing our gingerbread oscars... and people were crying out for more... Sade` style. This year though, I think I'd like to do some fondue thing and use the cookie cutter on bread and then toast it, to then be dunked in a cheese fondue. Oh yeah. That would rock. That would ROCK. Sniff. Just hope I feel better by then. Love Court.
Posted: 2009-02-05 05:34:11Author:admin