Once again it's been a manic two weeks. I edit a political bi-annual publication that went to print on Monday and, gawd, has it been consuming. That all said, I do find it interesting to work on. Before this I was the kind of guy who know more about Helen Zille's botox than I did about policy, but things have shifted now. I'm meeting the heads of the country, sometimes even being called by them on the phone and getting to hear them speak about their way forward in South Africa. Stimulating stuff, I tell ya...
My free time, though, has been filled with my new favourite pastime - Singstar. I don't know why people go out when they can just stay inside on warm sunny days and sing into their Playstation microphones. There is nothing more satisfying than a computerised voice announcing your version of Miley as hit-artist worthy or that you version of Dancing Queen is so good you are a superstar. FJ and I wake up early to sing, and even found ourselves taking the mic's to friends over the weekend so we could sing after the roast they made us. The friend's were horrified at the prospect but after one song they were online ordering their own singstars to keep them going for the week.
I arrived at work on Monday morning and was totally hoarse. Everyone assumed I'd had a weekend filled with smoky nightclubs and late-night drinking. I never corrected them. Telling them I had spent the whole weekend screaming does your mother know that you're out just didn't seem appropriate.
FJ is also getting really good at it. He's always had aspirations to be a backing singer (?!?!?!) and this is a perfect outlet for him. And me. Especially since I've had aspirations to be Madonna (with clothes on) since I was 13 and need a backing singer in order to shine while I do a dance routine. And, unlike Britney, I just can't bring myself to lip-sync. Unless, I drink wine... but that's a blog post all on it's own.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaannnnyyywaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaayyyy..
One month until Christmas... unlike Simply Mel I will only do my Christmas shopping the day before the gift needs to be handed over. If I attempt any pre-shopping I usually end up buying more for myself than others so I'll rather not make that mistake again. And the recession is over apparently, so I really do hope that the gifts I get are expensive. There is no longer a valid excuse...
5 comments:
Missed you!
and Im sure you are a singing superstar! I remember on our nights out singing to our hearts content in the car:-)
I take it you already have the blue eye shadow that goes with singing ABBA? Otherwise, I know what to get you for Christmas.
PS We bought ABBA Singstar same weekend. :)
im waiting for the bollywiod singstar to be delivered!!!
you get a wrap on the knuckles for your sporadic posting. If i were in London I would be very annoyed to spend my working days actually doing work and not reading your blog....
cm
I just sold all of ours on instruction from the kids, its not cool apparently, so you are officially old Rambler!!
ISNAB - ah, I remember that well too! I still sing out loud in my car, even though people snigger at me...
Wenchy - haha... no, no blue eye shadow. We do it all in rugby gear so we feel lank butch.
CM for JHB - oooo, bollywood singstar sounds fun! Yeah, I deserve a rap on the knockles.
Jo - Hahahaha... teenagers know nothing about cool. They'll regret selling it, mark my words.
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