My (cough) Cultural Life
Some memes are good un’s. This one is to share your cultural life at the moment with your readers. So I’ve been asked:
2. What am I listening to at the moment?
3. What am I watching at the moment?
Quick answer:
1. Reading this post for typos.
2. Listening to my dog tearing up a tennis ball.
3. Watching to see if Junior Misssy gets felt tip pen on my carpet.
Listening: After 3 months of a new job that does not necessitate that I spend 7.30-8.30am in my car, my years-long habit of listening to Radio Four has withered away in the mornings. I am now hopelessly ill informed about everything. Hilary Who? Obama doing what, you say?
I now listen to music instead. I am particularly enjoying the new Robert Plant and Alison Krauss piece of loveliness, Raising Sands, and the soundtrack to “I’m Not There” which is chock full of Dylan covers. I haven’t a clue what’s going on in the world but who needs to know when you’ve got Dylan telling you like it is?
Watching: Every week I have to set out, Scott of the Antarctic stylee, to the cinema to review my film of the week for the radio fluffiness I do on a Saturday with the talented Miss Evvy B.
The cinema trip is supposed to be tonight but it’s too windy and cold outside. I mean, it’s actually cold and windy inside, so how bad must it be out there? Anyway, I’m not going to risk a tree crushing my Mini to watch the Kite Runner. I shall be watching my DVD of the week, The Lives of Others, instead. Yes, yes, I know everyone else has seen it but I haven’t and you can bet the good folk of the North east haven’t either. I like a good bit of German cinema and am obsessed with anything to do with former east Germany and often dress appropriately whilst enjoying such treats.
Oh and Meeester and I have taped the whole of Band of Brothers and we are watching them back to back. How much of a cock is David Schwimmer in that? Loving it. Still don’t get why they renamed all those Normandy beaches with American names, though…
Reading: I found this weird book left at a hotel I was staying at recently. It sits next to my bed, but every time I read a bit of it I have trouble sleeping. It’s called The Guide to Near Death Experiences. I think it may be American. I’m a bit of a cynic but, there’s a horrific little story about a little boy who after waking up from a road accident induced coma describes meeting the Devil who smelled vile and looked like he was made from raw meat with bits hanging off him.
I haven’t been able to get the image of the little boy’s drawing out of my head for weeks, so in an attempt to force it out with the lighter side of things, I am reading Russell Brand’s, “My Booky Wook” which I got for my birthday, instead. Maybe enough musings on dinkles, shagging and drugs will force demonic images from my mind.
So there you are. I was tagged by the normally non-tagging Ms R, so I will keep it going as a bit of usual non-tagger myself. I am going to tag five folks who should provide some diversity.
They are Avery, Farty, Asym, Taexalia and T&A, but I also extend the invitation to anyone else who wants to join in. So actually you are all tagged, I’m just too lazy to do the whole URL thing.
I look forward to reading.
