Saturday, January 1, 2011

Happy New Year with Bogart, Bacall and Tracy Anderson

Happy New Year to all from a sweltering Sydney oven.
I'm wilting in the heat. I find this city unbearable at this time of year. If you're lucky enough to live near the water it would ease the pressure but the inner-city is an airless, dusty battery-hen cage.
Wishing you a joyous New Year and I'm looking forward to 2011.
Here is my comfort book.

 I re-read it over Christmas in two days. Despite knowing it so well, I couldn't put it down. Amazing how you get a slightly different angle with the characters every time. It has such a sinister, dark edge to it. Clever, wonderful Daphne.

And no surprises as to what I've been doing (see Tracey Anderson DVD). That's my big new year resolution. Writing is such a fattening job.

If you follow my Facebook, you'll see that I'm not a fan of the fireworks at this time of year. I've had a mini-rant there about the waste of money, cost to the environment and the damage to the harbour, not to mention how it frightens animals. I found several others who also hate the fireworks. How about you? Are you pro the big bangs or, like me, believe it's fiddling whilst Rome burns?

With all the Green perceptions globally and the fears for how fragile the planet is, I'm dismayed that firework displays are still so popular. I've been criticised in the past for my anti-fireworks stance and told that I don't like people to enjoy magic.

Personally, I find far more magic, splendour and meaning in a simple blade of grass than in millions of dollars polluting the night skies with transient explosions of coloured lights - but that's just me. I'm not even a fan of going out on New Year's Eve. The Scribe and I spent a cosy evening with a bottle of Grand Marnier and The Big Sleep. We still aren't sure what exactly happened in that confusing, twisty movie but Bacall and Bogart are magic.
Off to try to catch some of the tiny breeze in our courtyard. xx
bogart and bacall image via google images


  1. Poor you, the weather sounds heavy going. Here in Ireland we're always spared such extremes, and fireworks are banned, not that many people pay heed to that. A very happy breezy 2011 to you!

  2. bogey and bacall are magic, and that bedhead is something else! i'm not much for nye either, and was peacefully crocheting away at midnight after a quiet dinner with friends. the hot weather mustn't be very conducive to cardio workouts, but dancing sounds like a fun way to do it if you must. happy new year to you too, lovely tale peddler!

  3. Happy New Years to you!

    My husband and I also had a nice, romantic night in.

    New Years Eve has never been a big deal for me, either. I prefer the peacefulness of New Years Day. :)

  4. Happy New Year hun! I like the sound of your cosy one in - I regret my party one as I feel v worse for wear now...oh well...a few more days to shrug it off before I return to work! xxx

  5. I'm sending over a fresh Northern breeze from England...hope you can feel that coolness!!

    I love 'Rebecca', those opening lines...immortal and fabulous!!
    Happy New Year to you!

    Hugs Jane

  6. Hi TP and very happy 2011! I'm not back in the blogging swing quite yet but i did want to say hi and truly I could kiss you for your stance on fireworks. I agree entirely. We were literally stuck in the middle of melbourne NYE (through no fault of our own!) and it was appalling. With so much homelessness and suffering around us I am staggered to think why such flagrant, toxic waste of public money is applauded. Times such as these call for temperance, surely? Isn't a sparkler in the backyard just as delightful?? PS I have that very same BBC copy of Rebecca. jxx

  7. Oh Rebecca! How I love that novel...
    I played Mrs de Winter on stage a few years ago. Great role :-)

    ~ Clare x


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