Tax Cuts

I had forgotten about the new tax cuts, I guess I had just assumed that as they are usually so minuscule one barely notices them so I hadn't got excited about it at all.

I've just had a look at this weeks payslip and I now see that it is actually a noticeable amount, and works out to a six pack of my favourite beer and a game of pool.

On my current economy that equates to my weeks entertainment budget.

Quaking in Fear

The Cactus is in town again and of course we will catch up for all the off line gossip.

My liver is trembling in fear at the mere thought.

The Duffy Review

We had a great night, but the consensus overall was odd, very odd. Fabulous fabulous seats and well worth the exorbitant amounts of loot we paid as they were centre front, couldn't have been better.

Duffy's voice is amazing, the power of it is stunning, but the whole show came over as very odd, and it really was just Duffy singing the album and not a lot more. The sound problems during one song didn't help, and her strange outfit added to the oddness. She only really connected with the audience on the last track "Mercy" when she finally got people out of their seats, but then she is so young, working the crowd is still a work in progress. The show as it is really needs to performed in an intimate lounge bar environment to fully capture the feel.

I think a large contributing factor to the oddness was her band, who are all hot tight musicians but there was no feel, no vibe and came across as "yawn, here we go again". Plus the fact the the support act Nathan King was H..O..T.. and the vibe of their performance totally eclipsed that of the Duffy show. During their second to last tune the drummer had a "moment", the whole audience got the vibe, and it was so cool to see the band acknowledging that amongst themselves and saluting the drummer.

Post show discussion agreed that yes we'll see her again, but in 10 years time when her voice and performance have matured, but also we agreed that what would be good to see together would be the two Aimy's - Duffy and Winehouse - the black and white of new hot voices. I do think Duffy's show would have been far hotter had she had Winehouses band playing.

Bliss Overlaod # 2

After five and a half months of waiting it's finally Duffy day, bliss. And yes of course I've been gloating loudly to all and sundry over the intervening months about the proximity of my seats to the stage.

Mr Grumpy is not at work today either so all in all the day is shaping up well.

Doris!

On my way back from the library at lunchtime my eye was caught by the wonderful word "SALE" and one of those temporary stores selling lovely knitwear.

As I wandered in to have a squizz I passed a couple of familiar faces so did the usual "allo darling, how are ya?", only to be greeted by a blank look then downcast eyes.

I had just randomly greeted the Topp Twins. Doh!

Oddly though, the one I used to swoon after at Cook Street market all those years ago at the tender age of 22, is no longer appealing. Good to see my tastes have matured.

Ring of Fire

Sometimes one chances upon fabulous moments while in deep sofa mode and watching trash tv, the following is one of them.......H.O.T.....

Ball Sports

It's a well known fact that I don't do "ball sports", social, carnal or competitive. For this however I could relent.

You're Never Alone With a Clone

I've been thinking about clones a wee bit of late. This train of thought has partly been inspired by the recent visit of a very old friend. Her husband took the first photo and helped break the story of Dolly the cloned sheep.

Needless to say even though Dolly has passed on, the royalties from the images still live on and of course many fine pictures of Dolly grace the walls of their house. All very fitting for a crofters son from the Isle of Lewis.

The other tangent of clone pondering is one I've visited before that has been reawakened due to the sudden cold snap in the weather and the fact that I'm somewhat jaded at present. The intense stress of work over the last few weeks coupled with an equally busy round of parties has left this lesbian feeling a bit wrung out, a la dish towel. One feels like climbing into the pink fluffy, curling on the sofa in front of the non existent fire while snuggling up with a warm body that does not have fur as it's usual form of attire. Advanced sofa'ing.

Here enters the clone. As much as one does like the blissful pleasure of skin on skin contact, the ex-ex and I keep sleepovers to the bare minimum, it's how it works best for us. However, there are times when one feels the urge to snuggle into bed next to the desired warm body when the jadedness becomes all consuming. This is when the clone is needed.

Unlike Steve Martin in his classic movie, I wouldn't need the clone to converse or communicate in any manner. It wouldn't even need to stay over and would probably be urged to vanish. It's only role would be to be there to snuggle up to when desire struck, and then to discreetly vanish once I was in deep sleep zone.

I yearn for a clone.

Oh My

It seems there is a reject bin on NZDating and two of them are getting married here today.

Yeah yeah, I know, when it comes to revenue I'm a total slut.

Excessive Moi?

So far this morning I have consumed:

1 large bowl of porridge covered in lashings of brown sugar
1 scoop of sauteed mushrooms
1 orange
2 muffin tops (I only eat the good bits)
2 flat whites
1 Roses chocolate

....and all this before 9.34am.

I think I need to get my jaw wired shut.