Sunday, 25 July 2010
BLACK IS OVERDONE...CLEARLY
I love black, in anything. Well nearly everything.
There is one exception. I gave up owning black luggage the night I stood in front of the baggage carousel at JFK airport for what seemed like an eternity trying to work out which of the 345 pieces of black luggage swirling round and round was mine.
So, given this overabundance of black in our world, and my problems distinguishing between it, you might have assumed that I would have thought twice about buying a black car.
Yesterday I stood outside my car in a busy shopping centre trying to unlock it. Much to my surprise it wouldn’t open. The reason for this was soon cleared up when a guy walked up behind me and said, “Excuse me but that’s not your car. I think yours might be a couple of cars that way”. He sighed audibly as he pointed to my black car in the same row.
Oh, ah..thanks...and yes it was doubly embarrassing when I realised the cars were not even the same make or model.
So it looks like black cars might be like black luggage where I am concerned. Impossible for me to distinguish between them. I might have to stick a coloured ribbon on my car or paint a stripe down its side for ease of reference in future. But not likely. Did I tell you I love my black car?
AUSSIE WHO HAS EVERYONE'S ATTENTION
It seems like the only "Aussie" being talked about everywhere is custody-battled Mel Gibson, currently being bagged by even Arnold Schwarzenegger. As an Aussie, I just want to point out that Mel was born in the US to American parents and came here when he was 11 and went back to live some 10 years later. He has always been a little unusual has Mad Max err... Mel. Accusations, from physical abuse to death threats, come from Gibson's former girlfriend Oksana Grigorieva. Meanwhile Gibson claims, between vile rants, that he's being extorted. If so, he has clearly been misled by his heart or some other organ. But, rather than mock, let's learn from his mistakes by remembering my grandmother's advice which dammit I never followed either: "Never have a child with someone till you've had gastro together," and "You'll never really know someone till you're leaving them."
Botox shmotox. In further evidence Sydney's rich folk have truly lost their marbles, a beauty salon in Paddington is offering ''gold facials''. Quoi? According to the beauty therapist, sheets of pure 24-carat gold leaf are applied to the face, which results in ''glowing, radiant skin'' after a series of high-tech procedures worthy of a Stealth bomber are applied, including something called the ''ultrasonic nano mist spray'', which produces ''negative irons'' to make the gold ''dissolve'' into the skin. The treatment takes 60 minutes and costs $550.
I took a drive this morning to a nearby country town called Yass. For some reason I’ve never noticed this sign before but are you seeing what I saw? Dear me..
Have a great week everyone. I will be spending it learning by new number plate by rote amongst other things!
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