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July 4, 2010


As illustrated by the picture above, I have done the best I can to cleanse myself after two hours of tennis ON BOTH COURTS [or pitches as Madame a calls them], a modern music freestyle performance by Joe, Due and I on trumpet, flute and vocals and then a greasy relax-o-thon spread out on their bedroom floor getting lathered in moisturiser. I put my foot down when the lipstick came out. Just as well as I had to wipe myself with tissues before I could get on the tube and cut a knot out of my hair post braiding.

Our song was pretty spiritual and like a calling to the feral within for all of us. The lyrics are:

Duke… Put your heels on mate! Don’t choke on it! Slipped Wig! Bow tie! Splendour!
Thunder and Lightening, Storm, Australian Delirium!

Which all makes perfect sense if you can keep up with 8 year old twins and a 37 year old who keeps changing her age.

Madame took pictures. I can only imagine. [Check them out on Madame's blog] Oh Christ! Sometimes the two of them amaze me. I was describing a pretty skin crawly scenario that happened to me recently saying to Joe “Can you imagine anything worse?!” and he just said back “Don’t imagine it! It’s real!” [Thanks Joe, rub it in! Truss me systahhh SO REAL.] and Duke over his shoulder while playing Mario Kart “Yes it’s real. Get over it!” [And there was Madame and I snorting into our star etched glasses of Cava courtesy of Mrs Kipling who had vamoosed earlier.]

Next time I go over I might take my 4 track and the three of us can record the session. But I think I will skip the hair treatment. No offence Joe, even though I think a clip on rats tail on the side of my head is a strong look for summer.

June 20, 2010


Who would have thought that I would love tennis so much! Today was a great series of matches. The best part is how flexible with the rules we can be – “It’s still in.. Still in… Ahhh no you killed it!!!” – based on the ball still bouncing and it’s in rule and how much you can work the ball before it dies. Mrs Kipling is even talking about week-a-day matches in Regents Park so I think I will buy myself a racquet. I want a neon green one like Duke because I think I can work some incredible outfits with it.

It was then back to play the usual other sport – Mario Kart – with a bottle of Cava accompanied by PomBear and grubby fingers:

I hope all my Sundays this summer are a bit like this.

I also got to talk to Mum today.


Hola amigos!

Welcome to life living the vida loca as per usual. I woke up this morning and started working on an old video I haven’t finished yet but got stuck in a hard drive k-hole and found a funny old rip of a DVD I had that had Indian music and dialogue that I didn’t understand at all. Basically, it could be a new video for Sandstorm by Darude.

If you want to see them together in action, check here.

Yesterday my mew Kenwood mixer arrived and Dora got 4 cakes. She yelled at me because she told me before that I was not allowed to have male visitor until after she had been. I apologised profusely and then talked her into promising to teach me how to make fufu next weekend. She showed me recent pictures of her family and we talked about me going to Ghana in November – which will be SO EXCITING. She said though she will have to make a big funeral cause three people in her family have died since she left Ghana and so she will buy me a black dress and she will teach me how to do the traditional dances. She showed me some moves and they look manageable for an esteemed dancer such as myself.

As captured at Club Philos by Cesca [also received and award for "Most Summery Outfit" in the middle of December last year]. That was such a sad moment. Dad was dying and I didn’t know if he would be alive before I got there and I would be leaving Hobart for the first time.

Dad called me today on the mobile to use up his credit. I love him. I told him I was going to play Tennis today.



Last week it ended up like this:

And me with sore muscles in my arse for a week.

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