Little Boxes, on the hillside…

On my first relaxing day in quite a while, I sat down to read the Sunday Telegraph to find it’s drowning in self-proclamation of its cheesy metrosexual image. I read too many reviews about “must see events” costing far too much, and “must visit resturants” charging far too much for so little food. The same goes for clothes and pretty much everything else within the pages. What bugs me most is how on one page they will feature an article where one of the journalists denounces ‘tabloids’ for writing rediculous stories that are obviously not true, when in another section, there is an article about how Ellen Degeneres apparently recieved a christmas card from Anne Heche, before “throwing it right in the bin”. Obviously our bacteria-leeching gossip queen sitting in her minimalisticly styled (read: white boxes for all furniture) Sydney apartment tapping on glowing mac laptop while listening to some overly commercial “Chill Out” compilation CD would know the inner workings of the Degeneres household.

After that little spray, (i’ve calmed), I can tell everyone that the pantomime, my first show as Musical Director is now over. The season went well, with great houses. I’ve decided I won’t be going to see Rufus Wainwright or Bette Midler in concert because I sort of have a policy about spending that much money to see people perform. I can’t help but keep thinking of that time I saw Falsettos in Sydney, costing under $20 even though it was the best thing I’ve ever seen live. I also can’t be bothered to deal with the crowds at both those events.