Tuesday, July 12, 2005
Lazy day
Soundtrack: “Who Killed The Zutons?” by The Zutons. “Sunday afternoon, not a lot to do…”
Sunday 3rd July. Terrence took me out at 10am, having had around four-and-a-half hours’ sleep altogether. Urgh. We went out to South Head, which is one side of the mouth to the harbour. There were stunning views of the city beneath a cloudless sky, and I felt glad that I was in Sydney. Afterwards, he took me to see another of Dad’s old classmates, Andrew Chew. However, Dr Chew was out, so that was that plan scuppered. I spent the rest of the afternoon reading and crocheting at home. In a thoroughly ill-advised move, I kept myself awake to watch the shitting Australian highlights of Live 8. Everything’s so bloody commercial here – there were ads every ten minutes, even though the major message of the concerts was “Make Poverty History.” Infuriating. I don’t regret staying up, though. Normally, it doesn’t get much better than Richard Ashcroft singing “Bittersweet Symphony” with Coldplay, but you just cannot beat Paul McCartney singing “Sergeant Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band” with U2. And Pink Floyd reunited! Ace! It was just a shame that FF couldn’t play, though: it was Nick McCarthy’s wedding.
Sunday 3rd July. Terrence took me out at 10am, having had around four-and-a-half hours’ sleep altogether. Urgh. We went out to South Head, which is one side of the mouth to the harbour. There were stunning views of the city beneath a cloudless sky, and I felt glad that I was in Sydney. Afterwards, he took me to see another of Dad’s old classmates, Andrew Chew. However, Dr Chew was out, so that was that plan scuppered. I spent the rest of the afternoon reading and crocheting at home. In a thoroughly ill-advised move, I kept myself awake to watch the shitting Australian highlights of Live 8. Everything’s so bloody commercial here – there were ads every ten minutes, even though the major message of the concerts was “Make Poverty History.” Infuriating. I don’t regret staying up, though. Normally, it doesn’t get much better than Richard Ashcroft singing “Bittersweet Symphony” with Coldplay, but you just cannot beat Paul McCartney singing “Sergeant Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band” with U2. And Pink Floyd reunited! Ace! It was just a shame that FF couldn’t play, though: it was Nick McCarthy’s wedding.
