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I'm sick of being sick

I can cope with my osteoarthritis, because beyond joint replacement operations, there is no way it will ever improve.  A head cold that keeps getting worse after 7 frigging days - I'm slightly over it, not too mention the constant headache, and for some inexplicable and non-related reason, a dose of eczema ::sigh::

Watched a doco on the Bandaid concert last night, made me feel quite old thinking that it was 20 years ago, and that many of my young crushes are now entering senior citizenhood (Mick Jagger, David Bowie, oh the Thin White Duke, still gives me little tingles).  BM and I discussed how close, but not quite, our music tastes were before we met each other - they ran tangential to each other in many ways.  While he was listening to Talking Heads I was enamoured with The B-52s, him - The Moody Blues, me - Queen and so on.  I also introduced him to a lot of Australian stuff like Flowers (which became Icehouse), and Hunters and Collectors - although I could never get him interested in INXS.  The documentary had me feeling all sentimental, and the closing number by Sir Paul, Let It Be, made me a little teary and I'm not even going to blame my sinuses for that.  So now I not only feel achey all over, but a little decrepit and aged. ::sigh::

J was pleased with his first exam.  I told him that "the first step in a long journey is always the most important", which someone famous once said, or it could have come from an episode of Monkey - I'm voting for Monkey.  Let's all sing together now -

In Gandhara, Gandhara
They say it was in India
Gandhara, Gandhara
The place of light Gandhara ...

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Eczema: didn't know you were a fellow sufferer. I also have the head cold from heck, just in time for family arriving, huge party, etc. Sigh.

I know just what you mean about slightly divergent musical tastes. In the 80s, when our record collections moved in together, PG's fondness for Joe Jackson, Madness, a few other folks, I just couldn't understand. On the other hand, my adoration of the Talking Heads, B-52s, and at the other end, Suzanne Vega and the McGarrigles, he couldn't get. Thank goodness for the Indigo Girls and Elvis Costello, our common ground.

Have to agree with BM on INXS, though Midnight Oil and the Triffids were on my heavy-play list even before I washed up on these shores.
Eczema: didn't know you were a fellow sufferer

Neither did I but apparently my skin has a different story to tell. I have had allergic reactions to various things, and occasionally have to take cortisone, but I have no idea where this current skin problem has come from.

Ahhh, the Oils. One of my great concert moments - seeing that bald head bobbing up and down on stage (mind you from where I was that's all I could see!).
I still love Joe Jackson and Madness!

Jackson had this wonderful song ``Always Something Breaking Us in Two''.

And I just saw recently Madness guest-starring on The Kumars at No 42 (do you get that in Oz -- it's hysterical) and they're just as cool and funny as ever.

PG has the best taste!

Yep, we get the Kumars - can be hysterically funny sometimes, but also very English at other times, especially when I have no idea who the hell the people are ...

Joe Jackson's "Are you really going out with him" - another tearjerker.
Let It Be always makes me teary. Always. I'm not playing music right now as I'm far too sensitive.

I went to a B-52s concert in Dunedin back in 1980 and I fainted in the audience and had to get carried over the stage by the security men and was plonked in an empty dressing room with one of those mirrors with all the lightbulbs round it and I looked in the mirror and my face looked so white it was green.

Sorry about your cold.
And "My guitar gently weeps", that gets me every time too.

Whoa, you teenybopper fainting fan, you. Did you get to see any of the concert?

Getting better, thanks to the wonder that is the antibiotic.
By the way, it's about time I said that your cricket team did well and half of that World XI were a useless bunch of overpaid over-the-hill prima donnas. Except for a handful including Daniel Vettori, Flintoff, Harmison, Murali. It was pathetic. Dad and I were not impressed. My parents thought it was very funny though, when we were watching it, that my kids would shout: ``There's Flintoff, there's Flintoff!'' whenever they saw him and Daniel knew Shane Warne too. And they thought it was hysterical one night when Simon was having his bottle in the living room where the cricket was on, and I was down the hall helping Daniel with his bath, and Simon called out, ``Mum, Mum!'' and I yelled back, ``What!?'' and he yelled back, ``Another wicket has fallen!'' That's my baby boy.
Well to be honest I thought that it must be hard for the World XI to gel as a team - just because you pick a team of great players doesn't mean that they'll play great together. Still it must have been a salve to the Aussies after the Ashes series. Good to see you've started training the boys early ;-)!!!!!
Exactly. I didn't see a lot of gelling happening. Players are much happier playing for a national side. Flintoff's body language was all ``take me home to my mates in England''. I kept thinking, during that series, that the English national side or the NZ national side would have made a better fist of the competition based on pure team spirit alone.

The kids can't help but pick up on my obsessions, I'm afraid -- the poor little munchkins. They're a captive audience. S is so funny -- whenever anyone hits a four, he asks me -- Have they won? Have they won? It's hard to explain to a littlie that this has to go on for five days, and that maybe someone has an advantage now, but it could change in half an hour...

Your page is looking nice...
Would have preferred to watch any team apart from the World XI, I think.

Training early is a good idea - J has no interest in cricket at all (I've failed him!!!) but we do have conversations about rugby league, and our local team.

Have to finish off my LJ page, but not till last essay is done (31 Oct). Thanks for the compliment!
They showed quite a few documentaries here over the summer to commemorate the 20th anniversary (or however many it was) of Liveaid. One of those made me cry, and another was filled with interesting snippets about Bob Geldof and Midge Ure and how the whole thing came together (and nearly didn't).

I went to see Queen at Wembly in July 1986 - there were three support bands, the biggest being Status Quo, next a Welsh band called The Alarm, and first on stage with very few people paying attention were INXS. Despite the rain, which entailed dressing in bin liners, but had stopped by the time Queen came on stage, it remains the best concert I have ever seen.
Growing up in a small country town, I never got the chance to see any bands. When I went to uni the first time round, I finally got to see some up and coming bands there - not quite the same as Wembly though. The only big concert I went to was The Moody Blues, but that's just showing my age ;-)!