For those who enjoyed Bohemian Rhapsody
Click to view(ghymoreids_mum should love this, it's one of the few carols I *think* she doesn't hate with a blind fury ...)
Also, after last night, I have decided that henceforth every anniversary of my divorce shall be celebrated with a date with my girlfriend. Live band optional. Getting tapped for a volunteer job at the Globe definitely optional*. But yes. Girlfriend. Date. Anniversary. Plan. Given that she's the one I ended up having drinks with on both my *wedding* anniversaries (as opposed to, yanno, the person to whom I was actually *married*), it seems apposite.
Oh, and we must all agree not to tell my physio about last night or Friday evening at Aromas. As far as he's concerned I'm being a good little convalescent and staying in the wheelchair to leave the house and not, for example, running up to people on the footpath or endlessly trudging up and down that massive flight of stairs to smoke and chat, or traipsing from Turbot St to Elizabeth St and back via the Perfect Potion and a couple of cocktails. Not doing any of those. You didn't see me. I was a (apparently "vibrant", I think I could learn to like that word) figment of your imagination. At least I didn't get up and mosh last night. The temptation to was strong, but the temptation to stay sitting on the floor with my head resting on my girlfriend's shoulder was stronger.
*Typical techie. I'm there for a gig and the first thing I notice is that their blue gels are all burning through and need replacing. Before The Globe was The Globe it was Nash Theatre. I helped build that lighting rig, and spent many unhappy hours atop our ladders opened out on the seriously slanted floor hanging lamps from it. I mention this to my friend the security guard. He grins and says they don't currently have a lighting tech, then disappears to talk to his manager. Five minutes later I'm being lead to the back of the auditorium and shown the new desk. Two minutes later I'm messing around with the lights for the band on stage and being told to come back any time. This week there's gigs Thursday to Saturday, for example. *headdesk*