'NOT SUITABLE FOR CHILDREN is a raunchy, Aussie rom-com, well suited for the youth of today and great fun to watch, I highly recommend it' ... Naomi Rossdeutscher
I took this photo of my cherubic kitty, DIDI, with an iphone 3. I didn't do anything fancy, she was sunbaking and I just held the phone in front of her little furry face. I'm impressed with the detail and colour, especially as I had to compress it for the blog and it's still fabulous.
On my way to the red carpet, Australian premiere of Disney PIXAR's new animated film BRAVE, I was blessed with time to spare. The heavens had opened attempting to wash the scum from our streets and as I paused a moment I seemed to be lured into a store by shiny red, ankle high Wellies with a small heel. Red shoes for the red carpet, all sense is abandoned and I make a rash purchase... 'so good for rainy days, gardening and trudging across the English countryside - who knows where they may take me'
I arrive at the red carpet with time to kill, secure a posi and chat to a couple of photographers. Bag Pipes whine desperately and small girls in curly red wigs begin a jig - cute. The kiddies are beaming.
Then suddenly the white haired man himself, BILLY CONNOLLY, has arrived apparently coming from a junket in New Zealand and he's in high spirits, joking to everyone and no one, while posing for photos. He flexes like a body builder and laughs. He talks to himself or to us, I'm not sure, but he's cracking jokes on the run
This cool public viewing panel on George St Sydney, caught my eye and inside I saw sculptor-carver Jacek Luszczyk, one of six stonemasons at work restoring Sydney Town Hall
Chips? Chocky? A drink perhaps? Maybe a pair of havaianas?
Look, you can buy your thongs from a machine!
I saw this 'thong machine' in a Sydney Mall and later I saw a businessman, fully suited - with briefcase, take his shoe off and check his size. I don't know why I find this funny, but I do.
I remember hearing about a craze in Japan where you could buy undies from a machine, used ones too. They'd pop out in a plastic bag. I wonder how much they cost and whose they were? Bizarre. Is there a whole bunch of people running around knickerless and wondering where their duds went? I guess with the weak economy, you've gotta make your dough where you can, so if you're strapped for cash just whip off those knickers and flog 'em in a machine. But don't wear a short skirt or you may get undesired attention.
When it comes to thongs, I prefer Ipanema's anyway. I like the raised instep for support and some have a little high heel
'Mikkel Boe Folsgaad is riveting playing the mad King, the detailed story is engrossing and I'm left wondering what Frederik, the Crown Prince thinks' ...Naomi Rossdeutscher