And we're finally in...

After 22 weeks of waiting, we're in the new house.
Typically, there were last minute snags and of course I do have an all-consuming job which meant I couldn't move during the APEC Summit, MTV VMAs in Vegas (last monday) or the Emmys (right now).
Despite the dramas, it's been a reasonably painfree move and we're settling in nicely. Elvis is loving the garden and I don't quite know what to do with all the space.
Hurrah :-)

Across the great divide...

It's been a week of work freebies for me.
Owing to some promo work I'd done, I landed two tickets for the Silverchair-Powderfinger concert out at Acer Arena.
I'm a HUGE Powderfinger fan... Silverchair are OK, but they didn't really impress.
Bernard Fanning and co. put on amazing show, although I am biased as they're one of my favourite bands.
The show was supported by Youth Group, who were absolutely amazing. I think I loved them more than Silverchair!

Then at the opposite end of the musical spectrum, I landed two tickets to see Tori Amos at the Sydney Opera House.
I've seen her twice before - on her Under the Pink tour at the London Palladium (she was quite dull, I was quite drunk) and on the Songs from the Choirgirl Hotel tour at Sheffield City Hall (she was amazing, I was in awe).
The venue was a big pull for me - I'd never been to a show at the main hall of the Opera House. What a place!
Tori was great.
The first 'set' was as her alter-ego Pip - a little bit freaky really, with heaps of pelvic thrusting, flipping the bird, Shirley Bassey hand gestures and touching herself.
I didn't know where to look...



But for the remainder of the show, dressed in a green sequinned jumpsuit and looking like an ABBA tribute act, she was tremendous.
Personal highlights were Silent All These Years, Cornflake Girl and my absolute favourite Tori tune A Sorta Fairytale (sorry cakesniffer).
Fantastic, although I'm not sure the Sydney Morning Herald was all that keen...

Loving this band at the mo...

... the album arrived on my desk last week and I can't seem to switch it off. Well obviously I know how to switch it off, but...

Have a listen to Paramore here:

Another kind of house arrest...

So the great moving saga continues. Despite having purchased and paid a deposit on a house in APRIL this year, I am still in rental accommodation.
True, I am surrounded by packing boxes, chock-full of my stuff, but I am still in the wrong house.

Buying a property - well the process of it - has been a real eye-opener to me. So may i's need to be dotted and t's crossed and I am stunned at how much solicitors charge you to post things you've really no use for but they'd like you to have.
Perhaps I'm just bitter because the big move was booked for today and then cancelled by the vendor's solicitor late Friday.

Still, the fab news is that the move has been rescheduled for Septmeber 12th. So I will finally have my stuff in the new place... and pray that I still like it.
I did pop over on the weekend and loiter on the front porch (the previous owners are in South Africa so I didn't feel like I was imposing) and I still love it to bits.

All things crossed for the 12th please...

We're under house arrest...

Greetings from Sydney under lock-down!
Dubbya is arriving within in the hours for the APEC summit, so Sydney is in a state of high alert and we've been given Friday off as an APEC public holiday. The only trouble is you can't go anywhere you'd like to (opera house, shopping etc) without stringent id checks... and they've errected this bloody huge fence around the CBD to keep the Bush-haters away.

Going to work was like picking my way through Beirut this morning... welcome to the Harbour City!