Fame!

Good Morning.  It's such a beautiful day here, not a cloud in the sky and just the vapour trails left by planes to punctuate the blue.  Finally got around eight hours sleep last night, cold is easing off a bit but still have a seriously runny  nose.  I'm in my "Rachel from Friends", old favourite ensemble today, jeans, plain white T with black tank top, yes... I am without sleeves and feel naked.  I attacked the fringe again last night, why does it never look quite as successful the next time you wash it?

Britain's Got Talent returned to the small screen last night.  Just adore Ant and Dec, they are so good with Jo Public whether they're little kids, Nannas or fruit loops.  The audition stages actually make me laugh out loud which does not happen much with TV.  There were some real howlers on there last night  but, as has become tradition, we were dealt that old lesson; "never judge a book by its cover," once again.  Since Susan Boyle stepped onto that stage and proceeded to blow everyone away, we have these timely reminders every season to keep our pretentiousness in check.

A young man called Michael Collings from Plymouth chatted to the cameras.  Very unassuming, didn't project much ... any promise.  He walked onto the stage, in his orange hoodie and grey comfy pants and barely warranted the panel to lift their heads.  Amanda Holden even commented that he looked like he was going on a long haul flight, he did.  He introduced himself then picked up his guitar and sang, and played.  He was amazing.  http://youtu.be/YB98dcWkQqA

Dannii Minogue is writing for http://www.mydaily.co.uk/  and I read one of her artilces on places to visit in Sydney.  Two restaurants stuck out, Uccello, http://www.merivale.com/#/ivy/uccello a very stylish Italian restaurant and Est, http://www.merivale.com/#/establishment/est/gallery the latter immediately looking like a fabulous venue for a wedding reception, classic, elegant and understated.  Don't worry, there is nothing I haven't told you.

I was compelled to email Grazia yesterday after reading a really infuriating piece by a regular contributor.  The writer was having a, "blue day," and a bit of a moan fest, which is fine but this... grown woman, was analysing why "male friend number 1" still hadn't phoned her after their argument, (pick up the phone yourself,) or the fact that she needed a face lift, she must be all of 30, in my opinion, she needs a good shake.  Anyway, I fired off a few home truths and felt so much better after I hit the send button.  Not sure I'll get letter of the week again but you never know!

I ran for an hour this morning.  I re-jigged my playlist yesterday and added a few new tunes too, it really helped me pick up my pace a bit, despite the wheezing and runny nose.  One of the new additions was Irene Cara's "Fame!"  Oh that brought back memories, when the TV show was on in the 80's, I was convinced I was going to be a dancer and I was going to marry Danny.  And so, there I was, running around recalling my bright pink leg warmers and Mr Shorofsky, (the music teacher.)  As I ran, I couldn't help but leap, (a little,) or fling out an arm at the "Fame!" bits.  Hopefully, if anyone saw me, they'll think I had cramp.

Just got the chicken I bought yesterday out of the fridge.  I thought it was cooked already but it's not.  Never cooked a whole chicken before, if I get this wrong, could be in for some serious food poisoning.