Some shit what I done today...

1. Woke up to the pricks next door renovating their house in the slowest, loudest and most repetitive way possible.
2. Had a delightful shower and a shave.
3. Ate some leftover, gluten-free pasta. Even with the delicious ricotta cheese pasta sauce it was as disappointing as you'd imagine gluten-free pasta to be.
4. Got a joint bank account with the lovely Emma-Jane. It's probably about time... and it's a spousal visa trump card. Take THAT (in 2 years...), UK consulate!
   
5. Laughed at junkies. I can't help it these days... You either laugh or cry. Or pretend not to notice them when they try and interact with you.
6. Rode a bus. Haven't done that in years. It was just as I remembered. Boring and filled with other people just as bored as you.
7. Applied for a Brazilian travel visa. Got approved too. If actual people in Brazil are as "laid back" as the people in the consulate... I'm going to have a marvelously relaxing time.
8. Caught a cab back home. Buses are cheaper but they suck.
9. Stopped off at home to drop off my paperwork and also inadvertently dropped off my stress about getting my work visa for the UK.
   I've been pretty worried about it over the past few weeks but now I've relaxed into the realisation that no matter how much sleep I lose over it, it'll just happen when it happens.
   I don't know why but I need to remind myself about this sometimes, even though it's essentially applicable to every aspect of my life.
10. I wrote some junk down on the blog.
11. I continued along in my daily persuits...
    

Soundtrack to my life...

So earlier today I had a song stuck in my head. For probably an hour or two, I couldn't think of another tune. Now, hours later and lying in bed, I can't for the life of me think what the song was. I did manage to remember that it was one of the songs I'd put into a list entitled "Phil's Phavourites".

Contrary to my dad's thoughts on much of the various types of music I've loved over my short (though growing annoyingly longer) life, and also contrary to possible previous statements I've made in the past regarding HIS music preferences... I think that my dad (the aforementioned Phil... of Phil's Phavourites fame...) has introduced me to a great deal of music that I will have a hard time forgetting, even as I slip into the dementia which I'm almost certain I'll slip into the dementia which I'm almost certain I'll slip into the dementia which I'm almost certain I'll... and so on...

So I lay here in bed, trying to remember the song which had me looking back in fondness at some amalgam memory of a loooooooong drive to sunny Queensland for an annual holiday with mum and dad.

Blank.

But the memory of the drive itself, sends one such musical gem bristling to the very front of my brain like a hysterical pubescent Beatles fan at the barrier outside their hotel. If I was to substitute the band name "the Beatles" for the band name "Tee Set", it's likely no-one reading this would understand the reference. There was no "Tee Set Mania" to speak of as far as I'm aware. Nor were there hordes of teenage groupie-wannabes slavering their various juices all over vocalist Peter Tetteroo.

In writing and subsequently reading that name I'm realising that just by having the name "Peter Tetteroo" he was at a certain poon-disadvantage... Never the less, they did write one of the most beautiful pop songs of the late 60's and a song that will always remind me of a certain time in my young life.

So thanks dad, for drilling this virtually mindless song into my young, developing ears and mind. And thanks Peter Tetteroo, for your ridiculous name and your pretty song.

And without further ado, I present to you the first installment of "Phil's Phavourites":

Tee Set - Ma Belle Amie

WARNING: Rage is a choking hazard.

Things that I'm hating immensely at this moment:

1. Australian "performers" who sing with an American accent.
2. Music that should soothe me (including but not exclusive to pan flute).
3. Slide guitar in accompaniment with lame female singers.
4. All of the excruciating above rammed down my throat in a confined space.

The only reason I'm writing this is because I can't verbalise my feelings as I'm almost literally choking on my own rage.