Hello world. I am "working from home" today. I love that phrase.
And although I am working (very hard) (in between WordTwist games with fellow bloggers, you know who you are), I have some things to tell you. You lucky lucky people.
• Those of you who've been around the soup for a while might remember that almost exactly three years ago, I was challenged to an arm-wrestle, by two separate people, for Cate Blanchett (you know, should she come knocking on my door to suggest we elope). You don't remember? Let me refresh your memory, I'll wait.
Are you back yet? Okay, well, I win. I can happily report that on Saturday night I had a close encounter with Cate Blanchett's knees (hi Cate if you're googling yourself on a whim checking out your publicity). The mister and I went out for a harrowing night at the theatre and as we were standing in the queue to go in (just after the deputy vice chancellor from work had spotted me and waved merrily [hi Professor! You googling yourself too?]) I said There's a woman just arrived, successfully wearing very difficult-to-pull-off tweed knickerbockers, who's the IMAGE of Cate Blanchett minus the elf ears. As we took our seats in the small, rather intimate Malthouse Theatre, I took off my jacket (black, with the spiders eggs and pubic hair brooch attached), swung it around to the back of my seat, and elbowed Cate Blanchett's knees. In the flesh. She didn't seem to mind, and so I fully expect her to call any day now with her diary in hand, ready to set that elopement date. Telfair and Blackbird, eat your hearts out.
Anyway, she is as pale and beautiful in real life as you would expect. And her knees are lovely, if bruised. Even in tweed knickerbockers.
Oh, the harrowing part of the evening was the play itself - Euripides' The Women of Troy. The Barry Kosky version with Robyn Nevin. Dear god. The woman next to me was sobbing within three minutes of curtain up. If you go, take a hankie.
We had read the press and I know the play so we were expecting a confronting spectacle but, oh boy. We tried to pre-order interval drinks at the bar before we went in and the barman laughed and said There's no interval. Just two hours straight of bam! Bam! Bam! Bam! [slamming his fist into his palm with each bam!] and then we open the doors and you all fall out, pale and wan, and stagger home. He wasn't wrong.
After the show we were gulping down a stiff drink each and the cast came out and air kissed Cate and each other. And hey, Robyn Nevin is little. She has such a powerful deep voice and huge stage presence that you expect her to be a giant. But she was right next to me and *I* am actually taller than her. By a lot. (I am never taller than people except ten year olds).
• On a lighter note, we watched Son #2 perform his first and last violin solo in a concert on Sunday afternoon. He got through it without tears and only minor screeching and we were very proud. He can't wait until the next few weeks are over and he's finished with Class 6 and can give up violin and take up the saxophone which is far more his style. (All children in Steiner schools learn an unfretted stringed instrument from Class 3 to 6).
• Now, thank you to whoever it was recommended I read/listen to Joanne Harris' The Lollipop Shoes, the sequel to Chocolat. Apart from the unfortunate title which makes it sound like hot pink chick-lit, it's a ripper. Darker than Chocolat [hahahha] and with more bite [hahahaha], I thoroughly enjoyed it. I especially liked learning the back story, which was hinted at in the first novel, but not really explained. Now on my commute I'm listening to Roald Dahl's Boy which is read by Andrew Sachs. I've heard Roald Dahl read it himself at some stage too - I remember his lovely dry, rather expressionless reading - but Sachs does a fine job, and if you listen closely, every now and then a tiny bit of Manuel slips in when he gets excited.
• This morning I had my hair cut.
• I think it's time to stop this gushy name-dropping drivel post and turn off the party side of the computer for a bit.
Have I mentioned I love this working from home bizzo?