You know when sometimes you think about stuff you always kind of wanted to do and have a fresh new inspiration to make sure you do it before you die, well I'm in that kind of a mood. Here's what I'm thinking about at the minute - I should:-
1. Learn to play the violin or some other instrument that lets me play folky-Riverdancy-music in little Irish pubs so people actually feel able to fully enjoy the music I'm playing. Rather than sitting still unable to even cough until the end of the piece and then clap politely and say "bravo!", or nothing at all if it's rubbish.
2. Learn to play the harp, because it always sound impressive whether you're rubbish or not. Can't remember ever having heard anyone play the harp badly.
3. Learn to improvise jazz and get a baritone sax. The musical theme to my ambitions stops here, honest.
4. Learn to dance, as in Latin and Ballroom-type stuff. I've been downloading 50s rock and roll-y songs, they should be listened to more often by people our age. It must have been cool when everyone could jive etc in those days. Incidentally, listen to "Swing, Swing, Swing" by Benny Goodman, especially the drum part by Gene Krupa, tis tres bon. I never realised I was a 60-year-old woman, hmmm.
5. Live in Edinburgh for a while! And other more distant places if I ever feel ambitious enough to leave the country.
6. Get over my extreme fear of the grapefruit-through-straw pain aspect of childbirth, create a little Kyle/Kylie and train him/her to help me with my Kylie clone army. But not for many, many, many years, obviously. Someone I know my age is already getting married, scary thought. Ok, too scary a thought, cold sweat, etc. Move on Kylie...
7. Learn to create lots of brilliant, fabulous sparkly things that people might want to buy and wear or put on their mantlepiece. Sparkly things make everyone happy. They should be scattered around hospitals.
8. Open the minds of people who are nice enough but are not nearly as open-minded as they think they are and as they should be. This is one of the reasons I am considering going into teaching. Oh and to teach people to use apostrophes properly and not to confuse, for example, the following words: your, you're, their, there. The terrible standard of spelling and grammar of kids these days makes me quite angry. Ok so I don't use perfect grammar in my blog posts and things but at least I know how to use it in a formal piece of writing.
9. Go to more live concerts, I mean of pop/rock/whatever you want to call it. I've only ever been to see Elton John. That was a bizarre and exciting experience. I want to go and see Coldplay or Keane when I have more money. I'm going to see Sarah McLachlan at the end of this term. Although I don't know who she is it will be good I'm sure.
10. Find a Joseph Fiennes clone whose main concern is not sex and who doesn't think "I can't understand why any woman would not want to pluck her eyebrows" and who isn't a sporty prejudiced Score twat. And who isn't gay. Ok so that might be difficult. Maybe not a physical clone of JF then, but who is as lovely personality-wise as JF is physically. I don't think there are many of them at Warwick...
Wow, ten, that's more than I expected. Anyway I think I'm going to watch Friends and go to bed so I can get up early and work. Bye bye my fellow Bobs, sleep well xxx
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