Big Girls Don't Cry

Went to see Jersey Boys last night (with Alana, Libby, Kate and Wayne). I was almsot thwarted in my attempt to get there by transport for London and the inability of the Tube to work as soon is it rains (some would call this a somewhat minor design flaw failing to take account of English conditions, I would call it a pain in the arse). Anyway, once I actually got to the theatre (after locating a bus) the play was pretty amazing. The way they used screens and cameras, projecting the live action on the stage onto screens above made it look like they really could have been on the Ed Sullivan show.

For anyone who doesn't know - it is based on the story of Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons and the songs were, unsurprisingly, fantastic. The actor who played Frankie, although a little nasal, did a surprisingly good job given that he has the task of imitating a fantastic and famous voice. My one complaint would be that the songs were not much used to progress the plot - sometimes it jsut felt like an elongated karaoke. But, I'm a sucker for men who do little dances 1960s style, so I was pretty much won over. I was less won over by the women who decided to sing along to everything. We all know the words. We've paid £42 to hear the short guy with the nasal voice sing. Internal dialogue people!

Oh - on the weekend I went to Nottingham to see Luke (you know, my friend Luke, from Nottingham?) and it was really fun. For the following reasons:
1. Robin Hoods: They were trying to break the record for the most amount of Robin Hoods in one place the weekend I arrived. I was not aware of this and assumed for the longest time that this was just what one should expect from Nottingham.
2. The Robin Hood Ride: Hilarious, tacky. I didn't learn anything except that ski lift thingies can be put to alternative purposes and the level of 'high tech' at this place was one of the guides leaping out at you and yelling 'boo'! Almost on par with 'Mini Europe' for most fun I've had at a dodgy tourist attraction.
3. Notts County Football Game: Not to be confused with Notts Forrest. Notts country are the oldest league club in the world. Luke has season tickets. Even with my limited level of football knowledge I knew the quality of football was not great. But the people were funny and interesting. AND I might be in a book. There was a guy there who has been hired to write a book about the Notts County season - and he interviews a couple of people at every game to get different perspectives. He wanted me for an 'Australian Perspective' So - I have now spoken about English football on behalf of all Australians. Bet you're all pleased to hear that.

In other news - I have moved house. I am now living with Wayne. In future house moving situations I have learnt:
1. Not to move in with an alcoholic;
2. Not to think that said alcoholic is likely to pull herself out of it;
3. Not to leave booze of any description in the kitchen whilst living with said alcoholic; and
4. Not to call my mother at 4am London time, while drunk, and trying to rouse my room mate from her passed out state. To explain why I thought this would be effective - I was actually trying to call my mum so that I could get my home phone number to call and try calling the house phone to wake Sam up where where ringing her mobile, knocking on the door and pressing the doorbell had failed. I do not think my mum has super powers that would allow her to unlcok doors using her Jedi mind tricks from the other side of the world. Did I mention that while I was calling my mother, I was standing on a sandbank with a massive stick trying to tap on our lounge room window so that Sam would wake up and get her keys out the front door so I could get the fuck in? I'm surprised I wasn't arrested.

That's all for now.