Things that make you go "hmm..."

I love that things happen every day that amaze me, tickle me, or just make me feel something. The corny version of this statement is: things that remind me that I am alive.

It can be something as simple as the sight of a yellow blossom resting on a green hedge, a vision that makes me feel joyful, and I smile all the way home. Or the cartoon in the newspaper that makes me nod in recognition...or the article that makes my blood boil and I feel despair at the future of normalcy and common sense.

But, every once in a while something catches hold of me...my interest is piqued, and I go off for hours, maybe days thinking about it or reading more about it or, usually, Googling it.

Movies do that sometimes. I Heart Huckabees did that and the movie I just watched did that: Donnie Darko. What an insane journey! I felt the same kind of befuddlement when reading Sophie's World by Jostein Gaarder.

So after watching Donnie Darko, I've spent the afternoon looking for more information to answer all my questions, mainly "What the hell was that about?" I don't consider myself to be a scientist, philosopher or existentialist, yet I feel so excited whenever I am introduced to all of these concepts. I want to know!

The Mighty Boosh

Saturday night we ended up at the Hammersmith Apollo to watch a show that neither of us had heard of. You know how it goes...Friday afternoon the all-office email goes out..."Theatre tickets, friends ditched us last minute...anyone?" We had nothing else to do, so off we went.

It was studentville deluxe. We arrived too late for a beer so, thirsty, we sat looking at a bright red curtain with a face on it, waiting for the show to start. People were taking photographs of it. Photographs of the curtain. Hmm, what were we in for?

All-in it was a blast. Loved every minute of it. Whacky crazy brilliant. If you haven't had a taste of Vince and Howard: see it or throw your eyes in the bin.

Yellow-bellied decoy

When I started this blog, I intended it to be magnanimous in its purpose, noble. I thoroughly romanticised the idea of it. It would be my throw-away comment at parties, and I would coyly divulge the throbbing www dotcom loveliness of My Blog- a nonchalant, yet oh so subtle intimation that this was me. You lucky, lucky thing.

As it turns out, that's not what's happening here. I have not told many people about this here place. I'm not a pretender, what you read is real, but there is so much that I'm not saying, and therein lies the hypocrisy. I think.

You get the sanitised me, and frankly it's constrained. Maybe it's a consequence of the job I do...most likely it's because I'm a coward. I'm much angrier, more pissed off, a whole lot sadder, and much much more acidic of tongue and filthy of mind than I like people to think. Big deal?