I know…, I cannot believe that Kath & Kim has been remade into an American version. Kath & Kim is iconic and truly Australian in ‘umour. The comedy translates to us in the UK simply because the Australians share the same sarcastic, self depreciating humour that other parts of the World don’t get. And we love Australia. But where’s Sharon? Everyone needs a Sharon!
The only saving grace is that Gina Riley and Jane Turner are the Executive Producers for the show. I just wish that they would make another Aussie series for us to watch.
After chatting about coffee and bears and Coronation Street, I asked that you join the Gadget Show campaign to Wi-fi the whole country even though Norwich was already ahead of the game. I told a couple of jokes that had been lifted from Internet sources and told you how I’d bumped into a friend from uni days via My Space. I also told you about which red wine I was drinking at that time. Kylie added me as a ‘friend’ on My Space, shortly followed by the Scissor sisters and one of the Bucks Fizzes and Pam Ann, all before I decided to pull the plug on it.
I Googled Christmas, had trouble with woollen Tribbles, it snowed and I bought an olive tree. That takes you to February where, I visited Cardiff and went as far as Land’s End before coming back to a job that had a horrible manager that was about 13 years old. I knew this because she asked me, “How many letters are there in the alphabet?”. I then took in a show, ate baked dough balls and emailed a friend in Oz…, Australia, not Emerald City. Then there was a fire down my street, but it didn’t wipe out a 1970s style shopping complex (more’s the pity), but it was okay as the council had decided to knock most of it down next year and revamp the area. One of the lesbians next door mooned me from the courtyard – except she didn’t realise I could see her and it was aimed at her girlfriend anyway.
Talking of moons, around that time, there was a lunar eclipse and the moon went red. I visited Dunwich, then got tonsillitis, drew a cabbage and couldn’t wait until Doctor Who came back on the telly. Easter happened and Australia had a new season of Kath & Kim and I watched “Snakes On a Plane” which was rubbish. My tomato seedlings were strong enough to move outside even though the rocket seedlings died and I bought myself a new camera.
Mum had an operation and went to recuperate with my sister and I took lots of pictures on my new camera. Father Christmas stalked my house with a telephoto lens and I found loads of cool Pam Ann footage on You Tube and then went to see her live. There was a blackbird singing the “Addams Family” theme tune in the garden and then I went to see “Terre Haute” at the theatre. I visited the Kensington museums and saw Kylie’s hot pants and some dinosaurs and then stayed in the hotel that had some radiation problems just a while before. I didn’t take tea there.
I watched another terrible Eurovision Song Contest and was amazed that even Poland didn’t throw a point our way and bought an Apple TV – which is still a pretty cool thing… My friend told me she was getting married the coming year and another friend got hitched that weekend. I had a holiday and read the new Maupin and then decided that my job needed to be changed. Pam Ann made a comedy ad for British Airways and I carved a pumpkin that won me £50 in a competition!
A marketing company read my Blog and sent me a free DVD to say thanks for posting some Pam related Blogs online and then I went to watch the fireworks. The local gay club was turned into a straight disco for the vacuous blonds of the city and then the Blog turned one year old.
I changed jobs and sang “Top of The World” and I asked you to singalong in a karaoke stylee and then continued the theme by dancing to Viola Wills. I told you about the evil British Banks and their way of making money from you using penalty charges as income, had some lovely coffee and took some pictures of my local riverside…
So what now?, well, last night, an earthquake woke me up!
It’s getting chillier and I am all about ready to put the winter duvet on, flick the thermostat and hibernate with a good book!
Maybe that’s a bit extreme? Answers on a postcard please.
I know I’ve recently been on holiday, but I am bored with the work thing and feel like I need to escape from the hum-drum of my 9-5 (actually, it’s a 7:15 to 5 with Wednesdays off thing, but that’s not the point!).
I hear it’s getting warmer in Australia right now… Okay, that might not be a practical escape route and before I get too carried away, I only have 1 hour 45 minutes holiday time till Christmas Eve. That is, unless I work overtime for time in lieu. Is that a double edged sword or what?
Do I sound needy?
My plea to the world is stop complaining about everything if it just doesn’t go your way. Think of the poor complaint handlers, who incidentally also have lives, feelings and mortgages to pay. They need love too. Be nice and try smiling; let someone push in front of you in a queue and watch them… they may even say thank you. Now that’s a good idea for a telethon! “Save the Complaint Handler”. As they say, “sorry seems to be the hardest word”, unless like me you are paid to say it about 30 times a day.
‘Sorry’ for the rant… (now that’s funny and it brings the count to 31!)
With love, a complaint handler with a life
Meanwhile, I can’t wait for the Doctor Who Special at Christmas, for Pam Anne’s live DVD to be released and for Kath and Kim season 4 to be shipped from Oz. All of which will be squeeezed into Apple TV at the earliest opportunity. That reminds me, have you seen the new iPod touch? It’s very lickable!
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