Being the youngest in the family sucks. Don't let the older siblings tell you you're spoiled, if you are the youngest you're the one who's had dirty football socks rubbed in their face, or been held down and farted on, shoved in a sleeping bag and dragged around the floor, or just generally teased. But one good thing about being the youngest, especially during the Seventies, is when the older siblings had good taste in music. My older brother introduced (well, if blaring at concert level decibels constitutes an introduction) me to Alice Cooper and Status Quo. He also has some mellow tastes, and introduced me to Todd Lundgren. For that, I will be eternally grateful (for the stunt with the footy socks, I'm still working out revenge). Today I added 'I Saw The Light' by the very Rundgren on my iPod. This song is just sublime. Check it out, if you've never heard it. From the musical arrangements to the sweet, poignant delivery - I totally love that song.
So I am sitting here, feeling a bit better. Nose still blocked, but I've been sleeping well. Doctor has given me two days off work, and I shall return tomorrow. Got Friday off, and I'm planning to have a hair cut. About three inches off - my profile picture doesn't tell the true story in that my hair is almost waist length, and starting to annoy me. Speaking of hair, did anyone else hear of the New Zealand father taking his son's school to the High Court over their dictum the kid must cut his hair? I'm in two minds about this because I don't think hair styles a good student maketh at all. However, if one is enrolling a kid in a private school, then one must be willing to comply with the rules of that school. Whilst it is reasonable to expect hair to be kept neatly (tied back if necessary), I would not enrol my kid in a school that was draconian when it came to hair length. After all, girls are allowed to tie back long hair, so why shouldn't boys? However, the kid's father is going a bit far in comparing his son to Martin Luther King Jnr. To do this is just downright fatuous, and a tad offensive. Hey, my son kicked a gaol in soccer a few weeks ago, but I'm not going around comparing him to Pele, am I? But back to hair length. I don't mind long hair on guys at all, if it's kept neat and well maintained. Some guys look super awesome in a pony tail. However, if your hair is starting to recede, then for fuck's sake cut it, because that look Michael Bolton used to sport is truly atrocious.
It's 2014, and twenty years since the Aussie classic 'Muriel's Wedding'. Twenty years since my circle said, 'Go and see this film, Simone; you'll love it!' Twenty years since I sat in a darkened cinema battling murderous rage, just itching to take to the face of that silly bitch with a cheese grater. Truly, people, she is not sweet and whimsical. She is an obsessive, neurotic, lying psychopath.
Sigh. Mr Bingells had planned a trip to visit his oldest friend, who had planned his farewell in a few weeks. His friend was an affable guy with a booming voice and a ready laugh. I said 'was'. He didn't get to have that farewell with all his friends. We got word the other night that the leukaemia got there first. Instead of having a laugh (albeit a bittersweet) one with his mate, he will now make a donation in his mate's name to the Leukaemia Foundation. Bless him. Bless his wife and six-year-old son, and bless his mum and brother.
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