Tim and the City

Dear Tim Minchin,

I love you. I would like to marry you and have your children (if we weren't already married and had children and if I still had a womb, which even prior to it's departure didn't prove itself as a capable baby carrying mechanism). Anyhow, I sincerely do love you... your crazy hair and eyeliner and your no shoes and most of all your mind.

I want to have passionate sex with your brain, it's super huge and super sexy.

Best of all you understand my feelings about religion and parenthood and you happen to like boobs (which I happen to have a set of). So (apart from the previously mentioned little problems) I think we could be very happy together.

So there, I think I make a pretty strong case as to why we should get married immediately if not sooner. So I'll start the divorce proceedings from my end and assume you'll do the same. I'll have my people call your people regarding our upcoming wedding. See you there.

With all the love in the empty black void I call my heart, DeepKick Girl

PS After I left your show at the Opera House on Friday night I was on such a high I just floated out with the crowd. I was there on my own (well, with a group of friends from work, but not with Big Jay) and after the show everyone went off home and I drifted along through Circular Quay and bought myself an ice cream (super yummy Chocolate Hazelnut and Wild Cherry, if you must know) and just walked. I had parked in Harrington Street so had a little bit of a walk but I could have walked for hours (if it wasn't for those damned high heels I had stupidly chosen to wear that night).

It was a beautiful cool Autumn Sydney evening, the earlier rain had refreshed the air and it was mild and glorious. I just felt an overwhelming sense of love for my city and at that moment I loved being alone and being able to walk and eat ice cream and look around me and let it all sink in.

Like Anthony says in Under The Bridge "sometimes I feel like my only friend is the city I live in... I drive on her streets 'cause she's my companion, I walk through her hills 'cause she knows who I am". That's how I felt on Friday night, like the city knew who I was; what a wonderful and strange feeling.

How lucky was I for the gift of your mind and your talent and your wit, and a beautiful Sydney night and a tiny opportunity to be alone in the city I love. Not sure what spirituality is but it's close as I'm ever going to get.

I love the city - part two

One of the things we did on Saturday was have lunch at the Lawenbrau in The Rocks. It's one of those places that's a bit of a Sydney institution but I've never been. So with the aim of using up some of those discount vouchers from my Entertainment Book we risked having our eye taken out by a stray boob sneaking out of those low cut wench's outfits the girls wear and settled in for a late lunch.

While I wouldn't say all is forgiven regarding who started the war it was a really good meal and a fun place to hang out. For a start I ordered the Pork Knuckle, having never tried one before, and it was wonderful. Gorgeous thin crunchy crackling covering moist roast porky meat... mmmm... porky meat (something about saying "porky meat" makes me come over all Homer Simpson). I shared a generous bit with most of the others and still had plenty for myself. The warm saurkraut wasn't so good but the mash and gravy were de-licious!

The beer of course came in sizes Large or Huge and here is a pic of me holding a Large size (half a litre) while Big Jay went off to the loo. At this point we had finished our meal and were inside watching the rather good band (you haven't lived until you've seen a German band do Johnny Cash's Ring of Fire - hopefully not in reference to the after effects of the food).

Don't ask which is Laverne and which is Shirley.

I also had a Clayton star sighting when I thought I saw Philip Seymour Hoffman at The Rocks Markets. I ran around like an idiot telling Big Jay and everyone else who would stand still long enough that I had seen him. [PSH is someone I adore. From the moment I first set eyes on him The Big Lebowski he has gone from strength to strength. He is directing a Sydney Theatre production of True West - to which we have tickets thanks to my sister and mum - so I thought he must be here for rehearsals.] Anyway, when we got home I was writing a post about it when I Googled his name only to discover he was in Brooklyn the night before at a film premiere. It was feasible that he had flown straight over to Sydney afterwards but in the photo his hair and beard were cut short and the man I saw had a scragly beard and longish hair. So obviously it was a false star sighting. How very disappointing.

Even more disappointing was seeing Neil "no-one understands what I'm trying to do" Perry inside his Rockpool Restaurant as I walked past it later that afternoon. He was obviously having a powwow with his underlings (hopefully they understand what he's trying to do) when I walked past. The most disappointing aspect was that I didn't have a brick on me to lob at his ponytailed melon head.

I'm a nasty cow, aren't I, but you already knew that.

I love the city

The Dude and I (and the giant spider in the background).












































The giant egg in the giant bird's nest (love it!)







































The Hipstomatic doing cool things to this pic of Big Jay, Missy Moo and the gorgeousness which is Sydney Harbour (that's Luna Park in the background) .






































Can you take a bad photo of the Opera House and the Harbour Bridge? Every angle is magic.




So Big Jay's stepmum and her new partner came over from Perth and we took them for a Big Sydney Day Out. One of my favourite things to do. (If you're coming to Sydney and want a gushing tour guide you know who to call.)


It was a stunning Spring day. Sunny, 20 degrees, light breeze. A perfect day for enjoying the beauty of Sydney Harbour and the hard walking that involves. Loved every minute.



So tonight I am tired and my feet ache but I am full of love for my city. I know I am a super dag but I just can't help loving Sydney with all of my black twisted heart. Not only is it stunningly beautiful but it is full of little surprises and wonderful treats. I am so very lucky to call Sydney home.

You'll recognise my little bumblebees on the left of this photo.

Notice the stunning blue water in the background.

Sunday morning was perfect, really wonderful. The best Sydney has to offer.

Our dear friends M and G had invited me and the kids (Big Jay had left early that morning for a four day golf junket to Coffs Harbour, he has a hard life) for a day out on their boat. I was a little anxious at being on a boat by myself with the kids but it sounded like an offer too good to refuse.

We took off from beautiful Bobbin Head, only 10 minutes drive away from home yet it could be another world. [I tried to write something here about our journey on the water but lacking any real boating terminology and suffering from a defecit of any descriptive language abilities I gave it up and decided to move on.]

Suffice to say we found a gorgeous little beach (Possum Beach, can it be any cuter?!) which was just perfect. The water was warm, clear and clean and the sand just right for tiny hands to dig large holes. We swam, played on the sand and enjoyed a little picnic. It was truly glorious.

Thank you, dear Sydney, for such a sweet and unexpected treat.