last night, I dreamed I was dreaming of you...

...or say Tom Waits tells me. I love Tom Waits.

I also love Martha Wainwright, who I saw perform on Thursday night. Her competition was only The Rolling Stones who were performing across the road that same night. I love the Rolling Stones, but their tickets were something like $250 a pop, so I think I made the right choice on the night (or so my bank balance tells me). Plus Martha has a number of things going for her that the Stones do not: she is young and HOT (though Mick IS a sex god), her music is fresh and unsentimental, she is female, and she had merchandise including undies with the words "Bloody Mother Fucking Asshole" written on the bum of them (after her classic song which she teased us she would not sing, but then sung it all the same). At least, as far as I know, the Stones were not selling something similar - correct me if I'm wrong. She sure knows how to sing. Oh wow, I love her voice. If only I could sing a fraction as well as she does. She even did a Stones song: Street Fighting Man. I'm sure no one can prance and pout like Mick Jagger, and I do have a slight Mick-and-Keith inspired shrine in the kitchen and sure, as far as I know Martha is not a Time Lord (like Mick is), nor is she an undead immortal vampire-type (like Keith), but she is GREAT! *sigh* So, who wants to come with me to see her at Manchester Lane on 24th April?!?

So, what else? Toby has discovered the great outdoors. Or rather, he has been allowed to discover it and he enjoys it very much. All that space! All those new smells! All that stuff to explore! But right now he is sleeping in my lap - too much of a good thing can be quite tiring for a small cat.

Speaking of Time Lords (Mick, not Toby), I saw 28 Days Later last night, while drinking wine and toasting marshmallows on an open fire. My favourite Time Lord (sorry Mick), Christopher Eccleston (the Doctor - as in - Who) was in it, as an evvvvvvvvvvvil army man. No sonic screwdriver here. They had dyed his hair a kind of gingerish-red colour to signify his evvvvvvvilness. I could tell he was secretly missing Billie Piper. Ah, Billie... Anyway *cough* where was I? Oh yes - I want me a Cillian Murphy for the house. And not just because I fear for a zombie attack here in Ascot Vale. But I tell you, the other day I went to Puckle St, Moonee Ponds - which is the local 'strip' - and it was scary. Bogans galore. And zombies too, no doubt. AND I had no luck trying to source me some Ali Smith to read. There needs to be a Readings there, and a Cinema Nova, and a Vina Bar, and a Brunettis, and a King and Godfreys, and you might as well chuck in a Tiamo 2 while you're there. Or just move all the best bits of Lygon St, so that they're 5 mins away from me again. Not that I'm missing being so close to all of that, no, nothing of the sort...

So, go forth and listen to Tom Waits. And Martha Wainwright. And eat chocolate. Happy Egg Day, everyone!