It's interesting because I've always thought that tree looks a bit like Bin Laden.
In other television news, the new series of Celebrity Big Brother started on Wednesday, and having seen Jasmine Lennard (don't say 'who?') enter the house, I spent most of yesterday trying to work out where I know her from. At one stage I was beginning to wonder if we'd dated. It was a good few hours before I realised that I'd actually written about her seven years ago. And I didn't know who she was then either.
The biggest television news, however, is that I'm currently setting up an extension to our cable TV so that Lisa can watch rubbish in the bedroom when she's up all night contemplating her decision to have a second child. Obviously there's every chance that the act of crawling along the skirting boards with some cable clips and a hammer will exacerbate my back problem, but Lisa's need is greater than mine, and Amelie thinks I'm doing an impression of Tom from 'Tom & Jerry', so it's keeping them both happy.
So that's what I'm doing. What I'm not doing is buying tickets for these guys...
Matchbox Twenty announced this week that they're playing a show in the UK next month. They've only performed twice in this country in the past ten years, and I've been there both times, once in 2003 with my friend Helen, and then in May 2008, when I took my whole family. Babies can hear sounds at about eighteen weeks gestation, so Matchbox Twenty are officially the first band Amelie ever listened to. And she's been hearing them ever since.
Unfortunately, by September 2012 I'll have a seven week old baby, and be of an age myself when I can't make it up to London for an evening gig without two days off work and a lot of bed rest. We also have bigger money worries than Greece. I've already booked the whole of August off work, followed by a conference in September and jury service in October, so the week of the 18th is just about the only time I'm due to be there. If I go AWOL that week, they'll start to think I'm in prison. Which I might be, as the only way we can afford a concert is to turn to crime.
So after much soul-searching, I've decided to give it a miss. Tickets went on sale at 9am this morning, so I told Lisa to guard my credit card until they sell out. Which they have, less than two hours later. I'll have to make do with all the bootlegs on YouTube.
1 comments:
Aaaah! What it is to have responsibilities! Just look forward to 28 years time, when you'll be retired and both children will be off your hands. Of course you STILL won't be able to afford to go to concerts!
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