Cold War Ignited

We’ve probably all by now heard the recent news that there is once again Russian spies in America.

And good on them. For generations the Soviet’s were Hollywoods traditional bad guys – let’s face it, the James Bond franchise wouldn’t have existed without them.

But since the collapse of the Berlin Wall in 1989, and more recently September 11, Hollywood has shunned the fair skinned, ample chested soviet baddies for the caramel skinned and black haired baddies of the Middle East.

With the Cold War supposedly over, the US has done an old school style spy swapping deal. Which leads me to the point. What on EARTH is the big deal?

That swap clearly means that the CIA has people sneaking around the former USSR.  The KGB, CIA, MI6, IRA, ASIO (which really needs to get a better abbreviation) and other countries secret services have all been in and out of each others regions for years. Collecting info on each other.  Doing deals. Keeping each other honest all the while looking glamorous in well cut suits and evening wear.

I for one am rather pleased that there are still good old spies out there. Not terrorists – but spies, living undercover and collecting information whilst getting the opportunity to see the world.

Not a bad deal.

A Night Out With Lily

Last night I went and saw Lily Allen live at the Brisbane Riverstage. 

I enjoy live music.  Actually, I enjoy any excuse for an evening out but an evening out with live music and a stage always puts me in a good mood.

I’m quite a big Lily Allen fan.  Her latest album, “It’s Not Me, It’s You” is full of songs that when I first heard them spoke directly to my then broken and aching heart.  They made me feel a little bit better. I could sing “Fuck You” and “since you’ve been gone I’ve lost that chip off my shoulder” and felt like I was expressing my inner thoughts. So I enjoyed myself last night.

What I don't enjoy is pop stars (in fact celebrity’s in general) need to express their political views.  Whilst I love Lily’s music, her opinions on America, The Taliban and the War on Terror mean diddly-squat to me. 

Despite this I still had a very enjoyable evening, heightened by frequently casting my eyes toward (from a considerable distance anyway) the hot drummer. It seems to be an unspoken rule that drummers are attractive.

So my overall opinion is that Lily provides a good cheerful night out (although maybe not quite $93 worth of a night out).  I’ll sign off today with one of my favourite verses of a song ever, which I think all young women can relate too..

“So I lie here in the wet patch in the middle of the bed, I’m feeling pretty damn hard by I spent ages giving head”

So True…

Only In America

I very much enjoy reading my RSS feeds.  My favourite is the weird news stories subscription I have through news.com.au.  Today I laughed at out loud at someone else's misfortune and thought to myself “Only in America”.

Apparently a woman in New York is suing a Scandinavian themed Manhattan restaurant because A stuffed moose fell on her.

I do not get the fascination with American’s suing people.  Whatever happened to “Shit Happens?”.  Sometime life just wants to take the piss and drop a 68 kilo Moose on your head. 

The woman is claiming that she lost cognitive skills, suffered neck pain, dizziness, anxiety and embarrassment.  What a load of codswallop.  She got a bump on the head, which would have knocked her around a bit for a day or two.  Suing for embarrassment?  Well in that case I better go and sue the street, because it made me fall over the other day.  Oh and I better sue the wind for blowing my skirt up so everyone could see my novelty “Hello Sailor!” knickers.

This was an ACCIDENT.  And if Americans want to improve their global reputation they should quit suing each other over such menial things, then we’d have one less thing to laugh about.