Adventures in an igloo

I was even asked whether I had eventually wound up killing the neighbours and was now serving consecutive life sentences. Well, that's not the case as the neighbours have been so incredibly quiet since that night that I wonder whether they actually wound up killing each other after a karaoke mishap. You know people have been killed for less important reasons than missing a note in a Paul Young sing-a-long.

On the subject of bad music I must say that I'm going through a really bad glam rock faze these days. It's all about AC/DC, Whitesnake, Skid Row and Def Leppard. How can you not appreciate a band where the drummer is one-handed and the band as a whole is responsible for keeping the make-up industry alive and well. I must admit that it would have been pretty cool to be a glam rock groupie, at least for one day. On the other hand, such a groupie's cosmetic bill must have been astronomical- I mean you need a lot of make up and hairspray to outshine the MEN in the band...

So anyway, the music tip of the day is: For a feel-good-feel wipe the dust off the LP's (the big black thingies that you turn around after listening to one side) and listen to classics like Youth gone Wild and Pour some Sugar on Me. Seriously, bands that can't spell their own name, somehow are appealing to me these days, I mean LEPPARD- come on people, or maybe there's some deep thought behind the name that I'm to thick to understand. So pump up the volume and enjoy.

In other news, why did Marjane Satrapi's incredible film Persepolis lose to a film named after a French veggie stew? I don't get it, but am happy for the Cohen's- or as the Mother Unit said: "It was about time that somebody did a film on old people, but why isn't there a place for old men in there dear?" Needless to say I won't be encouraging her to go see the flick as I fear it's not exactly a Hallmark/Mary Higgins Clark take on the wonders of the bridge-playing communities of the elderly in Florida, or is it- haven't seen it myself.

Actually, I haven't seen that many of these widely acclaimed Oscar films, but did manage to see Asterix and the Olympics (not nominated for a goddam thing), which was pretty cool, apart from the cameos by famous athletes; the dads at the theatre were all laughing, but I went like: "Who? Zidane who? Is that a basketball player? Why is this funny? Who are these people anyway?"

Maybe they should have asked some members of 80s glam rock bands to do cameos, at least then I would have giggled and felt that I was hip and happening with the finger on the pulse of current events...