May 30, 2008, 12:50 am
Filed under: muzac | Tags: lyrics
… and reminded of one of the nicest nights I had in a long time.
In one of my lovely friends houses, when the lights do down and the drinks are flowing, there begins a little sing song. The music usually goes from the latest singer-song writer’s offering to an ould classic by Christy or Mary. One of the last nights I was there, this little ditty popped up:
I love Mick Hucknall’s version because of the light tone in his voice but this song will always be in my favourites purely for these famous lines:
But how strange the change
From major to minor
Everytime we say goodbye
Now this may be one of the most trivial things I will ever blog about (as if!) but it’s really been annoying me the past few days.
I’ve been looking into weightloss the last while, seeing as it’s definitely time to kick those spare pounds I’ve been saving up over the winter. Found lots of faddy diets that I would never go near.
But this is not the annoying thing.
It’s the fact that nearly every second person who writes about it can’t spell ‘lose’. It’s not “loose”, it’s “lose”! LOSE!
I’m wondering how many people pronounce “Republic of Loose” as the “Republic of Looze” as a result. That would make for an interesting gig: “LOSE! LOSE! LOSE! LOSE!”
Sorry.
Silly rant over. (I’m not an angry person, I pwomise.)
May 22, 2008, 4:31 pm
Filed under: random | Tags: salsa
Well not really, seeing as in a class of roughly 40, there is one boy and even then, he can’t really be called a boy seeing as he is on the higher end of 50.
Anyhooo..
Had my fourth salsa lesson last night and I am getting much much better. We’re only learning basic ’shines’ at the moment and it’s kind of more about keeping fit than learning how to dance the salsa professionally but so far, we’ve all improved massively since the first class. I never thought I’d be able to coordinate my feet and actually learn steps but that’s probably because any other time I do dance, I’m usually full of gin and am lucky that I make it to the dance floor at all.
Ah poor ould Dustin, Europe didn’t get it did they…
I always thought he’d either win it by a mile or not at all and unfortunately the pessimistic side won out. Looks like people are still taking the Eurovision ’song’ contest seriously despite the nonsense that’s been on it for years.
Why can’t we bring back the good ould days when I was in primary school and thought Ireland would win it forever? *sob*
My personal fave:
Back to Dustin - RTÉ’s Gareth O’Callaghan has a really interesting blog here following our beloved Turkey’s trip to Belgrade and his sad demise.
Some poor young fella has had his jaw broken and his brand new copy of Grand Theft Auto IV teefed.
I do think the criticism over this game is ridiculous though. If you can’t separate reality from a fecking video game, then that’s your problem and not the game makers. It has an age rating for a reason, people.
This poor guy has had the hiccups for 15 months now - I can’t even bear them for 10 minutes!
I have a cure that always works for me, and it’s worked for 99% of the people I’ve tried it on (the other 1% were too drunk to try it properly I reckon).
1. Fill a glass with water or a beverage of your choice (preferably not beer though, it’ll likely only make it worse).
2. Put a straw in the drink or get another kind being (preferably more sober than you) to hold the glass for you.
3. Put your fingers in your ears - as far in as you can without causing damage obviously - careful now.
4. Drink as much of the water/beverage of choice as you can whilst blocking your ears - either through the straw or the other person ‘feeding’ it to you.
It works for me anyways - something to do with the air pressure and tubes connecting yadda yadda yadda.
Certain residents of the Greek Island Lesbos want to ban the use of the word ‘lesbian’ as a gay woman. Rather it should only be used in conjunction with being a citizen of their island.
Seriously?
Realism people, isn’t it a bit late to be making a fuss now? Maybe I’m just mean.
This is interesting though: “The term lesbian originated from a mythological goddess and poet called Sappho, who was a native of Lesbos.
Sappho expressed her love of other women in poetry written during the 7th Century BC. “
In a moment of pure madness (and mainly because I was literally dragged along) I started salsa lessons last night. I had very verrrrry low expectations, mainly because as much as I like to think I can dance (after a g&t or twelve) I really can’t. Ok, I can shake my hips to the beat, but moving feet and arms - together - why that’s just impossible!
However, after the bubbly instructor taught us the most basic of steps, I felt that I was actually catching on a bit and ‘getting into the groove’ as they say. In fact, halfway through the class, I was kicking ass. Literally. I actually physically connected my foot, albeit very briefly, with the rear end of the kindly middle aged lady in front of me. I have no idea how, I wasn’t even drinking.
She was very nice about it however and put it down to my complete lack of balance and rhythm. I will be moving to the other side of the class next week out of politeness though.
It was great fun in the end, and hopefully will give me the motivation to lose a pound or two. And hey, at least I didn’t fall!
