Ah well, everyone on the bus copped an eyeful of the old nana knickers as the bus took off with its usual bunny hopping lurch and I tumbled over, this time with no modesty preserving leggings underneath. There were audible groans. Oh dear.
Why am I doing this to myself? Well you may ask. I promised colleagues, and myself, never bare arms or legs unless it goes above 40C. Thus and so, it’s predicted to crack 41 or 42 (depending on your source) and I just about died the other day in my usual dowdies, so sundress, I thought.
Hmm, perhaps not, but too late to do anything about it now (the joy of Sydney – I can’t buy anything my size until I hit the suburbs – the fatty-proof fence).
I have had one adventure this week worth chattering about. Money is a bit tight right now (entirely my fault) but I just had to indulge in one Sydney Festival treat, and I think I chose well. Well, it was cheap-ish (by comparison) and close to the domicile (crikey) but mainly it just looked intriguing, as it was supposed to be a homage to a jazz age Shanghai night club.
So, off to see the entirely fabulous Shanghai MiMi at Riverside I went. And it was everything I’d hoped it would be. Red lanterns, red beaded curtains, shimmering sequined torch singers, acrobats and jugglers and Simon (the choreographer/singer/acrobat wrangler) as the loose-limbed lizardy MC, like some scat cat from an old cartoon. It was magnificent. I posted a couple of pics on Twitter but mainly I was too into the oooh, ah, eep of it all. (Himself also posted some better pics on Instagram).
Meanwhile, at work:
Literally: a comma fucker. A person who corrects trivial and meaningless things
I think that just about covers it. The joy of being in a politically sensitive area during two fast approaching election cycles. At least I resent the 14-hour days slightly less since it’s my only source of air conditioning. Heat stress and sleep deprivation are taking their toll on someone who never previously suffered fools or had a 3 second delay anyway, shall we say. This will not end well, I’ll wager.