Back 'N' Black
Well, my birthday came and went, as they are wont to do, and a slurpy-lipped thank-you to everyone for their wonderful pressies – and company, of course – but especially the pressies! Hawww-hawww! That was last month. Fuck, I’m a slack-buttocked entity!
Well, life has been moving along and I find myself intermittently surprised by the fact that my heart is still beating and I’m still breathing; I read the signals and know that I am still alive. Some moments have been good, others have been mighty crappy - such as they are just now, but I hope the down-ness ‘off’s itself soon and so ups the anti-depressive quantities of my existence on this calamitous globe, which is what it has always seemed to do when my horizons have been grey-skied and bleak. I am back here with a new post but - bleggghhh! - I’m not a ‘happy camper’ at the moment. In fact, if and when I do become happy again, if I had to go camping I'd slump right back down again, but, because this sentence is largely irrelevant, I advise you to not have read it. A-hem. (...a sleeve, a cuff, a leather-patched elbow on a cordouroy jacket...)
Well (yep, that’s three of ‘em in a row now – perhaps I should begin every sentence I ever write from now on with a ‘Well’ – or not, actually, for it would be stupid),…
Well, I recently had my audition to appear on ABC TV as a contestant on “The Einstein Factor” – subject: the life and films of Charlie Chaplin – and the other day received a confirmation telephone call, letting me know I’ve been accepted and that my episode shall be recorded in April. Now, those of you who read Rupert’s blog will, of course, recall that he appeared on this same program last year espousing on the subject of Errol Flynn. (Also like Rupert, I have been asked to be a stand-by contestant for a couple of tapings before my own comes up – which is good, as I could do with the money they toss one for these little endeavours.) I remember that neither of us were too surprised at the time that he got accepted, being that his subject was one of Australia’s greatest movie stars (if not, indeed, its greatest) – this is what made it such a clever idea of his to apply for the show, knowing they'd raise a patriotic flag to his idea (although, a cocaine-dappled erection would have been more appropriate to raise, but, hey, it's a family program) – yet I didn’t really think that they would be too keen to go for Chaplin as a subject – after all, isn’t he some English banana-peel-slipper from the dayes of yore, before our primordial ancestors evolved ears? – however, Barry at the studio said he thought it was an excellent subject and seemed genuine in his interest, even discussing with me the problematics of Richard Attenborough’s “Chaplin” biopic, and wondering if Sir Charles was a good person or not (which, doubtless, he was - a strange angel, in fact). I shall let youse know when my episode will be broadcast.
Well, there’s more I could say right now but I won’t. This is due to tiredness. Tiredness eventually makes one sleep. I shall be one of those ‘one’s, therefore, and trundle off now to slumberland. Nighty-night, dear reader.
I may not be happy but at least I am tired.
Well, life has been moving along and I find myself intermittently surprised by the fact that my heart is still beating and I’m still breathing; I read the signals and know that I am still alive. Some moments have been good, others have been mighty crappy - such as they are just now, but I hope the down-ness ‘off’s itself soon and so ups the anti-depressive quantities of my existence on this calamitous globe, which is what it has always seemed to do when my horizons have been grey-skied and bleak. I am back here with a new post but - bleggghhh! - I’m not a ‘happy camper’ at the moment. In fact, if and when I do become happy again, if I had to go camping I'd slump right back down again, but, because this sentence is largely irrelevant, I advise you to not have read it. A-hem. (...a sleeve, a cuff, a leather-patched elbow on a cordouroy jacket...)
Well (yep, that’s three of ‘em in a row now – perhaps I should begin every sentence I ever write from now on with a ‘Well’ – or not, actually, for it would be stupid),…
Well, I recently had my audition to appear on ABC TV as a contestant on “The Einstein Factor” – subject: the life and films of Charlie Chaplin – and the other day received a confirmation telephone call, letting me know I’ve been accepted and that my episode shall be recorded in April. Now, those of you who read Rupert’s blog will, of course, recall that he appeared on this same program last year espousing on the subject of Errol Flynn. (Also like Rupert, I have been asked to be a stand-by contestant for a couple of tapings before my own comes up – which is good, as I could do with the money they toss one for these little endeavours.) I remember that neither of us were too surprised at the time that he got accepted, being that his subject was one of Australia’s greatest movie stars (if not, indeed, its greatest) – this is what made it such a clever idea of his to apply for the show, knowing they'd raise a patriotic flag to his idea (although, a cocaine-dappled erection would have been more appropriate to raise, but, hey, it's a family program) – yet I didn’t really think that they would be too keen to go for Chaplin as a subject – after all, isn’t he some English banana-peel-slipper from the dayes of yore, before our primordial ancestors evolved ears? – however, Barry at the studio said he thought it was an excellent subject and seemed genuine in his interest, even discussing with me the problematics of Richard Attenborough’s “Chaplin” biopic, and wondering if Sir Charles was a good person or not (which, doubtless, he was - a strange angel, in fact). I shall let youse know when my episode will be broadcast.
Well, there’s more I could say right now but I won’t. This is due to tiredness. Tiredness eventually makes one sleep. I shall be one of those ‘one’s, therefore, and trundle off now to slumberland. Nighty-night, dear reader.
I may not be happy but at least I am tired.
posted by S. Gregory | 2:04 am
2 Comments:
That's great news Edels, you'll have loads of fun doing it anyway, and the free sandwiches and biscuits, go down a treat at old Aunty.
Rups
Well no matter what I will always love you! XX And I know you will feel better soon, if you don't already. I will help you.
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