February already and I’m wondering where January went? Wasn’t it just yesterday that I was trudging back into work following the bacchanalian excesses of the Christmas period?
And here we are, in February, with people pushing the ridiculous notion of “FebFast”, whereby you give up one of your reasons for living, namely alcohol or junk food. I have never really got my head around people would want to do something of such absurdity. Be miserable for a WHOLE month? No thank you. I mean, I could get knocked down by a bus at the end of the month and where would I be then? Apart from dead, I would make a very melancholic corpse.
All the above said, the alcohol consumption has dropped off considerably now that I have readjusted to not having overseas visitors. I’m not saying they drank a lot, but I secretly started googling “liver transplants”. My lifestyle is still some way from monastic, but the bottle recycling is definitely getting visited less.
This month could a blog to replace the long running BBC film review show. Maybe a homage to the art of movie going. Barry Norman, or Jonathan Ross to the younger readers, would be impressed.
I have once again been to the outstanding Hayden Orpheum art deco cinema (The Book Thief 8/10), then had my first taste of Gold Class at Event Cinema (American Hustle 7.5/10) in the city (I may never return to the cheap seats. Wine and food, brought to your seat, which, by the way, is only a bloody Lazy Boy seat!!), and completed the hat trick with a visit to the IMB Outdoor Sunset cinema (Anchorman 2 6/10) at the resplendent North Sydney Oval. This was an experience that could have easily turned into a disaster, looking at the ominous storm clouds that hovered above.
With no umbrella, not even a cheap one, let alone one of the kind that some ostentatious Sydneysiders pay hundreds of dollars for, had the rain arrived, I would have had to hastily extricate myself from quite possibly the comfiest bean bag I have ever sat on. As it turned out, the rain held off and I was able to enjoy Anchorman 2, with my Crust pizza, burnt fig ice cream, and generous amounts of cabernet sauvignon. Happy days.
|A giant inflatable screen|
As much as I love the cinema, I think I may have a month with a new box set, on the sofa at Cormack HQ. Getting through the remainder of the Christmas booze. See? How impossible it is to consider the folly that is FebFast?
For my viewing delight this month “Sherlock” has been recommended to me, and as well as it being based in beautiful London town, who doesn’t love his inimitable sidekick, Dr Watson? I just need to bribe a friend now to lend me a copy of the first series. And I think I have just what I need, some “medicine for mummies”, in the form of bottles of Peroni. Another reason why I’ve always loved the Italians. Great beer to complement outstanding food. Molto bene.
On that note, I will wrap up, and go treat myself to a cold drink (yes, before you ask, an alcoholic one) and put together a playlist for a mate. I agree that The Clash, London Calling is a great track, but why on earth he wants Just Jack, Stars in their Eyes is beyond me. Oh well, there is no accounting for taste, as they say.
Enjoy February folks. Remember, it is only 28 days long so make the most of everyone of those days. At the end, on March 1st, I will be back in the UK, and will no doubt be forced to drink again.
Maybe FebFast isn’t a bad idea after all!!