07 October 2016

My Day

This is what I was looking at tonight around 7:30 PM. Several hundred acres of The Western District. Very very close to where Victorias first/earliest settlers settled. Those bloody Hentys. My Nan always claimed that our lot helped the Hentys get their luggage off the boat.

My farmer is interstate so I went round the boundary at 7:30 to make sure no cattle were on the road. Noticed a sign flat on the ground, face down.

Should have stopped to read it and restore it because halfway along the hillside road there had been a serious landfall.
Woops. Think Top Gear in Bolivia who would have been laughing as they roared along the remote and narrow unstable precipice.

So of course I came up behind the sign at the other end of the road, the one that everybody else just went around. Sigh. Obviously there are other road users but I saw none of them. Total peace and quiet and fresh fresh air.

For contrast, earlier, at 11 AM I was 40 kms away in town seeing the Absolutely Fabulous movie and I thought it was. Edina finally having some kind of realisation about her shallow life pool as her grand-daughter picks up the fashionista baton. All the fun of vicious comment/observation on puerile media frenzy and every other societal sin "we're in the south of France darling, everyone's a criminal",  and "Kate Moss has never been so in-demand as since she went missing", a Princessian mountain of flowers at the crash site, with a collection of plush toys and childish portraits of Moss [and a pair of Hunter wellies with Glasto mud on them], with Edina reprising her star turn 'falling out of a car', and Hotel Du Cap, Nobu, Jean Paul Gaultier in several scenes as a Riviera beach fossicker, Bubble the dippy PA in the background laughing as she read a book by Friedrich Nietzsche. Star turns by Rebel Wilson as an Air Hostess, Joan Collins, funny Jerry Hall, her daughter Georgia, Lily Cole, and Barry Humphries playing a now aged old flame of Patsy Stones in his best Sir Les Patterson lewdity, and I am sure I saw John Galliano pass by. I now know that they all mouth 'Thurrssday' when cameras appear. 
There was an Al Wei Wei joke, book publisher jokes, and poor Lulu was trashed rotten as always. The only time the other 5 women in the audience laughed was at the 'discomfort of unknowingly eating wasabi' scene. The script was only as shallow as the viewers cultural frame-of-reference. I was impressed by the choice of Janis Ian At 17 [a commentary on society's beauty standards] for Saffy to sing in a gay club and leave them all in tears. Her wonderful "duck saliva" response [in the Hearst Corporation EYE magazine which was as close to the legendary UK  NOVA as the USA could get]  to the moronic interview question that passed for  record promo - "what is your favourite beauty product?" has been a treasured memory of mine.
I was amused that the Coming Feature trailer was for The First Monday In May a documentary about the very people "we MUST have Rihanna" that Ab Fab was ridiculing. There was some serious cast overlap too.
No muddy roads in either film.
My no-shades-of-grey day.