The End of a Dream.
I said earlier I hated Fridays in your company. There are days when you are busy and didn't have time to pay much attention to me.But today it is worse for I have got the clue to your strange attitude for months.
So you have a new girlfriend ! You've had her for a couple of months then, since the Masters Games and the mail you sent me calling me childish: your last one.
You said to me then you were not allowed to send me mail from your working place. I had doubts and told Dan about them. I think I was right by now. You wanted to put a break to the relationship we had since there was that new girl in your life.
My doubts faded away though when you came back as usual being nice on the mike. But people were right when they told me you could still send emails from home if you wanted to keep in touch as before.
All was so strange all of a sudden. You didn't seem willing to pay attention to me for a fortnight, and then you could even answer my questions on the mike. But no more going nuts about France and French girls as you used to.
I am still wondering why you said nearly a month ago that I didn't have to worry for your hair would be longer when I am back in town. That gave me such hopes about the future and I kept telling Pierre I had to rush back to Australia as soon as possible. The latter didn't agree, of course!
In fact, it is Clare, your new girlfriend who likes you with short hair and clean-shaved. Where is my Scruffy Beard gone?
I still call you this way and won't stop for a while even with tears into my eyes.You will always be my Scruffy Beard in my heart.
I can't wipe out all the wonderful moments we shared together in the funny way we did.
I begged you once not to let me down ever and I still hope you won't.
In fact, I think I had the idea of you having a new girlfriend for quite a while and I wanted to ask you about it. I didn't dare to and I started to ask you on the phone why you said your hair will be longer as I am back in town. You jump on the subject to tell me about your girlfriend's likings.
All is clear by now and it hurts me. I have not recovered from the shock yet.
Pierre said he was happy for me on hearing the news. The latter must be right.
At least I won't ask myself silly questions getting no answers as you don't want to answer them anymore.
He may be right.
I did as usual and send a few requests in vain. I expected you to be nice after all you had told me, but I was wrong again. She must be in town, for you left early and said you won't be back at the console before next year. She lives and works in Tennant Dreek. Oh, yes, I know where it is! I stopped there on my way to Alice Springs.
I have been a fool for so many months, even putting my marriage into danger of splitting. I didn't mind, for you had become everything to me. I felt so much stronger thinking I was loved.
You can't deny it you had something for me. It is all gone by now unfortunately...
As an omen, the roses have faded in the vase and I can't replace them. They have cut the rosebushes short because of winter time. I will have to throw them into the dustbin with my love for you.
I did all the best to keep in touch with Australia. My dream was to be back there not missing you this time. I was a fool to think you would be waiting for me.
I have sent you a mail after my phine call, but I guessed I click on the wrong button. I told you about it and that I sent another one on you home computer. I wanted to look fair-play and to assure you I still love you, you were still my Scruffy Beard.
I am not sure you will read it.
It hurt me previously when you said once you had not read my last e-mails nor watched the pictures I had mailed you on the web. This was the first warning things were not as fine as before. But, then, may be, you don't check into your in-box as often as I do. That's what the fool I am wanted to believe.
What am I to become now?
I still want to go to the Alice and meet you. Things will be made easier in a sense your not being single any longer. I should not forget I am a married woman.
I will keep on connecting myself to Bo's though, but less longer. I won't put meaning into what you say or play. I hope you won't be too nasty ans will take care of me as the regular listener i am in fact.
My friends in the tennis team worry a lot about me. They all feared you may let me down for another girl. Well, it's done and I have not met them yet. I told them I would survive. I hope I will...
I have created an e-mail address in Australia. I didn't know what was awaiting me when I did it.
I joined a chat group and got a few answers still willing to find friends in the world of Down Under. They won't take your place of course, but I felt like talking and talking all over again to vent out the suffering in me.
Friday nights have been nights of indulging in whisky and cigarettes more than once since I met you for the first time...
Pierre said once it was a chess game I was playing with you and that I would be the loser at that game. Well, he was right again.
There's still the possibility that you break up before I come. You're not an easy-going one and it is a good thing that girl doesn't live in the same town, I mean for you. She wants to change your looks. I wish you good luck ! You are not the one willing to change the way you are and won't endure it for long.
Well, this is the end of a dream.
The Kakadu Park on TV. I've got to rush and watch it!
vendredi 29 décembre 2006
mercredi 27 décembre 2006
Australian Dream.
Christmas Time.
Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way...
Christmas is over and Laure on a train back to Paris.
It is not a snowy Chtristmas over here. Plenty of sunshine instead, but freezing cold though.
I got a letter from my friends in Bayside. Dawn spent Christmas Day in the nursing home where Ted lives by now. The poor one cannot walk no more. It is so sad for the two of them. But it made me happy to hear from them. News from Australia are always the welcome.
It was a very quiet day at home. The three of us went to dine in a restaurant last Saturday as we usually do on Saturdays.Laure wanted to go to the midnight mas, but Pierre was feeling too tired, and it was so cold... Shame on us !
I was a bit sad for the show at Bo's was not broadcasted on that special day. I could only watch the pictures of the webcam, but I was tuned to the radio of Alice Springs.
Oh, Marty, how smart you were wearing a shirt for the first time over long pants. Dan helped you for a while and you could even dance. You moved so nicely, but I could not hear what was the music you were dancing to.
I could send you requests and that what I did , of course !
Funny, each time, my request was played on the radio a few minutes further. I suddenly realized you were programing them for me. A way to tell you were with me. That made me so happy !
I was not though when you left and hugged that girl. It seemed to me it was lasting for ages. You kissed her and she kept stroking your back and your buttocks. I said to myself: Merry Christmas, Mary!
I felt better when you went to the next girl and started doing the same thing, then another one and so on. Well, that was Christmas time !!!
Jingle bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way...
Christmas is over and Laure on a train back to Paris.
It is not a snowy Chtristmas over here. Plenty of sunshine instead, but freezing cold though.
I got a letter from my friends in Bayside. Dawn spent Christmas Day in the nursing home where Ted lives by now. The poor one cannot walk no more. It is so sad for the two of them. But it made me happy to hear from them. News from Australia are always the welcome.
It was a very quiet day at home. The three of us went to dine in a restaurant last Saturday as we usually do on Saturdays.Laure wanted to go to the midnight mas, but Pierre was feeling too tired, and it was so cold... Shame on us !
I was a bit sad for the show at Bo's was not broadcasted on that special day. I could only watch the pictures of the webcam, but I was tuned to the radio of Alice Springs.
Oh, Marty, how smart you were wearing a shirt for the first time over long pants. Dan helped you for a while and you could even dance. You moved so nicely, but I could not hear what was the music you were dancing to.
I could send you requests and that what I did , of course !
Funny, each time, my request was played on the radio a few minutes further. I suddenly realized you were programing them for me. A way to tell you were with me. That made me so happy !
I was not though when you left and hugged that girl. It seemed to me it was lasting for ages. You kissed her and she kept stroking your back and your buttocks. I said to myself: Merry Christmas, Mary!
I felt better when you went to the next girl and started doing the same thing, then another one and so on. Well, that was Christmas time !!!
mercredi 13 décembre 2006
Australian Dream
Unanswered questions.
There are so many unanswered questions in this world.
I am carrying on with my silly relationship. I keep asking you questions as I used to do earlier knowing that you are not allowed to use the computer to answer them. The game has turned lousy. I still hope you would take your mike and say a few words letting me know you got me right. But the words are so scarce with you. I can spend hours for just nothing, as these days.
I could not get you on the phone either. Am I on the unlucky side?
I have been waiting for so many answers lately. My friends seem to have forgotten me. My in-box is empty. Nobody seems ready to give me the clues I need to solve my problems at the moment.
If Eric could tell me what to do with the fitness club. I know for sure, now, it won't reopen as I had been told. Then where must I go to now? I miss the body jam class dearly and so does my waist. I must not let the fat invade my body. I still have tennis and indulge into too much playing at the moment. My knees are aching for good. A three hour and a half match as I did yesterday is no longer of my age, I guess..
Pat and Seb are not keeping touch with me any longer. But why?
I was very nice with Pat lending him my USB key to download the photos of his wedding. Why did it take him such a long time to give it back to me, or rather to let his wife put it into my letter-box without notice?
Why Seb did not stop at my place during his stay in France as he said he would do before leaving Australia?
He used to send me e-mails more than once when he was in Darwin. Now he is not answering mine. I told him though that I needed his help in order to go to Perth next year.
It is as if everybody is letting me down these days, and , most of all, you.
I still don't know if you have got your parcel following the phone call you got from the post-office a week ago. How can you keep silent being aware of my worries. You are so keen on people being polite and showing respect to you. It would be better if you would use your own computer and answer me by e-mails.
It is as if today people are taking things for granted, not having to bother beeing too much involved with others. Questions are just bothering them as far as they are not directly concerned. Or, they just think others should know without telling them. Everyone indulges in their own little pleasures standing strictly from an edonic point of view.
People are resorting to television to sort out their problems and talk shows are becoming more and more popular. A new way to be able to express oneself. Or they rely to horoscopes and cards to find out the clues they are in search of. It is the expression of the solitude most people are experiencing nowadays.
But when I hand out my hand, why refuse it?
I knew that you would never answer me when out of work. You did it during the last Worl Cup of football because you were on your own and wanted to talk to someone as the match were played. As you don't feel that need at present, you don't want to be bothered.
And why worrying as you know I will be with you the next time you're doing your job.
I am wondering though how you can stand not being able to answer me just as you used to do. You were so quick at that, replying by more questions. I answered you as quickly as I could. I carried on the conversation even when you were back home. At that time I thought you read my e-mails, for you would start our next meetings by replying to what I had written to you.
But lately you said you were not reading them nor watching the photos I had e-mailed you. If you could only know how that saddened me...
Am I going to stay with unanwered questions all the time?
This is rather painful to me.
May be, one day, I will get the answer to my big question: do I mean much to you or has this passion, as you said once, faded away?
There are so many unanswered questions in this world.
I am carrying on with my silly relationship. I keep asking you questions as I used to do earlier knowing that you are not allowed to use the computer to answer them. The game has turned lousy. I still hope you would take your mike and say a few words letting me know you got me right. But the words are so scarce with you. I can spend hours for just nothing, as these days.
I could not get you on the phone either. Am I on the unlucky side?
I have been waiting for so many answers lately. My friends seem to have forgotten me. My in-box is empty. Nobody seems ready to give me the clues I need to solve my problems at the moment.
If Eric could tell me what to do with the fitness club. I know for sure, now, it won't reopen as I had been told. Then where must I go to now? I miss the body jam class dearly and so does my waist. I must not let the fat invade my body. I still have tennis and indulge into too much playing at the moment. My knees are aching for good. A three hour and a half match as I did yesterday is no longer of my age, I guess..
Pat and Seb are not keeping touch with me any longer. But why?
I was very nice with Pat lending him my USB key to download the photos of his wedding. Why did it take him such a long time to give it back to me, or rather to let his wife put it into my letter-box without notice?
Why Seb did not stop at my place during his stay in France as he said he would do before leaving Australia?
He used to send me e-mails more than once when he was in Darwin. Now he is not answering mine. I told him though that I needed his help in order to go to Perth next year.
It is as if everybody is letting me down these days, and , most of all, you.
I still don't know if you have got your parcel following the phone call you got from the post-office a week ago. How can you keep silent being aware of my worries. You are so keen on people being polite and showing respect to you. It would be better if you would use your own computer and answer me by e-mails.
It is as if today people are taking things for granted, not having to bother beeing too much involved with others. Questions are just bothering them as far as they are not directly concerned. Or, they just think others should know without telling them. Everyone indulges in their own little pleasures standing strictly from an edonic point of view.
People are resorting to television to sort out their problems and talk shows are becoming more and more popular. A new way to be able to express oneself. Or they rely to horoscopes and cards to find out the clues they are in search of. It is the expression of the solitude most people are experiencing nowadays.
But when I hand out my hand, why refuse it?
I knew that you would never answer me when out of work. You did it during the last Worl Cup of football because you were on your own and wanted to talk to someone as the match were played. As you don't feel that need at present, you don't want to be bothered.
And why worrying as you know I will be with you the next time you're doing your job.
I am wondering though how you can stand not being able to answer me just as you used to do. You were so quick at that, replying by more questions. I answered you as quickly as I could. I carried on the conversation even when you were back home. At that time I thought you read my e-mails, for you would start our next meetings by replying to what I had written to you.
But lately you said you were not reading them nor watching the photos I had e-mailed you. If you could only know how that saddened me...
Am I going to stay with unanwered questions all the time?
This is rather painful to me.
May be, one day, I will get the answer to my big question: do I mean much to you or has this passion, as you said once, faded away?
dimanche 10 décembre 2006
Australian Dream
The same strange feeling again.
I am feeling that strange feeling of not being loved again. I must be more sensible than that though, and I hate myself not being able to overcome it. Of course, you did not pay attention to me today and you teased these Swedish girls. You raised a strong sense of jealousy in me and I even cried at the end of the party. I am not the only one in the world and your job is to address people requesting their songs from all over the world. I am thinking that on Sundays you must get more many requests than on weekdays. Nevertheless I can't help being sad, as if all of a sudden, your love for me has vanished away.
It is not true I am not loved today. I have got the love of my daughter and the one of my husband. The latter was particularly nice to me seeing me in distress.
Some people are not of the showing type concerning their inner feelings. Most of them are. I am wanting to shout to the whole world when I am in love.
I remember my youth days when my mother resented the fact that I was born. She said I ruined her life because the delivery was painful. She would have forgiven me had I been a boy. The only one ready to show me love was my father, but as a man he was too scared to cross his darling wife. He would do it in a very secretive way and did it less and less as getting older, submitting himself totally into my mother's hands. She rewarded him so badly as he was on the verge of dying.
On the back of my mind I still have that strange feeling nobody can love me.
And one day without you giving me proof of your love, leaves me in that strange state of mind I am in tonight.
Tomorrow will be another day I hope.
I am feeling that strange feeling of not being loved again. I must be more sensible than that though, and I hate myself not being able to overcome it. Of course, you did not pay attention to me today and you teased these Swedish girls. You raised a strong sense of jealousy in me and I even cried at the end of the party. I am not the only one in the world and your job is to address people requesting their songs from all over the world. I am thinking that on Sundays you must get more many requests than on weekdays. Nevertheless I can't help being sad, as if all of a sudden, your love for me has vanished away.
It is not true I am not loved today. I have got the love of my daughter and the one of my husband. The latter was particularly nice to me seeing me in distress.
Some people are not of the showing type concerning their inner feelings. Most of them are. I am wanting to shout to the whole world when I am in love.
I remember my youth days when my mother resented the fact that I was born. She said I ruined her life because the delivery was painful. She would have forgiven me had I been a boy. The only one ready to show me love was my father, but as a man he was too scared to cross his darling wife. He would do it in a very secretive way and did it less and less as getting older, submitting himself totally into my mother's hands. She rewarded him so badly as he was on the verge of dying.
On the back of my mind I still have that strange feeling nobody can love me.
And one day without you giving me proof of your love, leaves me in that strange state of mind I am in tonight.
Tomorrow will be another day I hope.
vendredi 8 décembre 2006
Australian Dream
Christmas Presents.
I went to the post-office this morning to send my Aussie friends their Xmas presents.
I hope this time all will be alright and that they will get them in time. I found a mirror for Denise and had a rose and her name engraved on its gilded side.
Lucky Dan has not stopped smoking, well, bad for his health though. I bought him a cigarette box and had it engraved too with his name and zodiacal sign.
And for you, last but not least, an double album of Cuban music by the Buena Vista Club along with a bracelet engraved too with your name.
I wrote Xmas cards too with all my wishes for the New Year.
I don't know what this New Year will bring me. I would like to get a plane ticket to Australia as a Xmas present, but one must not dream too much...
Anyway, let these find their way to Alice Springs.
My husband always says he is not too keen on receiving gifts. Are you of the same fabric ?
Nevertheless, he does not appreciate being left over though... I am sure you too would react the same way. Don't ask me why. I know it, that's all.
Laure is just like, me ready to give friends little treats on every special occasions.
I had beautiful Xmases when I was young and even older: expensive toys and jewels later on in life. And we had big parties, especially in the West Indies as the temperature is hot at this period of the year. Same thing as in the Alice: no snow in the winter season. That why I don't know how to ski. I'd rather go swimming into the sea.
I remember last Xmas how I got scared for the first time when you said you would be with your listeners in Cairns anew. The fool of me thought you were leaving for that town and it is with great anxiety that I waited to be back at Bo's on January 1st. What a relief when I saw you at the console as usual.Today you have left your job to a new DJ. I am happy you told me twice you were with your parents these days and had taken a day off to enjoy being with them.
Since that last day of December I have been dreading the idea of you leaving your job at Bo's.
I know what Father Xmas will bring me instead of a plane ticket: a new mobile phone to take the place of the one which has been stolen.
I can't hardly believe it was a year ago I was connected to Bo's as I am today. Will it be the same next year ? Will this little story carry on for a whole next year? Or will it reach its conclusion ?
Laure will be with us in less than fifteen days. She will stay longer than last year. This is a Xmas gift for me and should be the best of all: being reunited with my sweet daughter. Well, I just left her at the beginning of this week. Not too bad, though. Shall we be reunited too, my dear one?
The Xmas presents are on their way. The year 2006 will soon be over. Last year the count down had started. Four months to go before my packing on my way to Australia. Unfortunately, there is nothing of the kind today.
If only I could be a Xmas present, sent by mail along with the others...
I went to the post-office this morning to send my Aussie friends their Xmas presents.
I hope this time all will be alright and that they will get them in time. I found a mirror for Denise and had a rose and her name engraved on its gilded side.
Lucky Dan has not stopped smoking, well, bad for his health though. I bought him a cigarette box and had it engraved too with his name and zodiacal sign.
And for you, last but not least, an double album of Cuban music by the Buena Vista Club along with a bracelet engraved too with your name.
I wrote Xmas cards too with all my wishes for the New Year.
I don't know what this New Year will bring me. I would like to get a plane ticket to Australia as a Xmas present, but one must not dream too much...
Anyway, let these find their way to Alice Springs.
My husband always says he is not too keen on receiving gifts. Are you of the same fabric ?
Nevertheless, he does not appreciate being left over though... I am sure you too would react the same way. Don't ask me why. I know it, that's all.
Laure is just like, me ready to give friends little treats on every special occasions.
I had beautiful Xmases when I was young and even older: expensive toys and jewels later on in life. And we had big parties, especially in the West Indies as the temperature is hot at this period of the year. Same thing as in the Alice: no snow in the winter season. That why I don't know how to ski. I'd rather go swimming into the sea.
I remember last Xmas how I got scared for the first time when you said you would be with your listeners in Cairns anew. The fool of me thought you were leaving for that town and it is with great anxiety that I waited to be back at Bo's on January 1st. What a relief when I saw you at the console as usual.Today you have left your job to a new DJ. I am happy you told me twice you were with your parents these days and had taken a day off to enjoy being with them.
Since that last day of December I have been dreading the idea of you leaving your job at Bo's.
I know what Father Xmas will bring me instead of a plane ticket: a new mobile phone to take the place of the one which has been stolen.
I can't hardly believe it was a year ago I was connected to Bo's as I am today. Will it be the same next year ? Will this little story carry on for a whole next year? Or will it reach its conclusion ?
Laure will be with us in less than fifteen days. She will stay longer than last year. This is a Xmas gift for me and should be the best of all: being reunited with my sweet daughter. Well, I just left her at the beginning of this week. Not too bad, though. Shall we be reunited too, my dear one?
The Xmas presents are on their way. The year 2006 will soon be over. Last year the count down had started. Four months to go before my packing on my way to Australia. Unfortunately, there is nothing of the kind today.
If only I could be a Xmas present, sent by mail along with the others...
Australian Dream
Christmas Presents.
I went to the post-office this morning to send my Aussie friends their Xmas presents.
I hope this time all will be alright and that they will them in time. I found a mirror for Denise and had a rose and her name engraved on its gilded side.
Lucky Dan has not stopped smoking, well, bad for his health though. I bought him a cigarette box and had it engraved too with his name and zodiacal sign.
And for you, last but not least, an double album of Cuban music by the Buena Vista Club along with a bracelet engraved too with your name.
I wrote Xmas cards too with all my wishes for the New Year.
I don't know what this New Year will bring me. I would like to get a plane ticket to Australia as a Xmas present, but one must not dream too much...
Anyway, let these find their way to Alice Springs.
My husband always says he is not too keen on receiving gifts. Are you of the same fabric ?
Nevertheless, he does not appreciate being left over though... I am sure you too would react the same way. Don't ask me why. I know it, that's all.
Laure is just like, me ready to give friends little treats on every special occasions.
I had beautiful Xmases when I was young and even older: expensive toys and jewels later on in life. And we had big parties, especially in the West Indies as the temperature is hot at this period of the year. Same thing as in the Alice: no snow in the winter season. That why I don't know how to ski. I'd rather go swimming into the sea.
I remember last Xmas how I got scared for the first time when you said you would be with your listeners in Cairns anew. The fool of me thought you were leaving for that town and it is with great anxiety that I waited to be back at Bo's on January 1st. What a relief when I saw you at the console as usual.Today you have left your job to a new DJ. I am happy you told me twice you were with your parents these days and had taken a day off to enjoy being with them.
Since that last day of December I have been dreading the idea of you leaving your job at Bo's.
I know what Father Xmas will bring me instead of a plane ticket: a new mobile phone to take the place of the one which has been stolen.
I can't hardly believe it was a year ago I was connected to Bo's as I am today. Will it be the same next year ? Will this little story carry on for a whole next year? Or will it reach its conclusion ?
Laure will be with us in less than fifteen days. She will stay longer than last year. This is a Xmas gift for me and should be the best of all: being reunited with my sweet daughter. Well, I just left her at the beginning of this week. Not too bad, though. Shall we be reunited too, my dear one?
The Xmas presents are on their way. The year 2006 will soon be over. Last year the count down had started. Four months to go before my packing on my way to Australia. Unfortunately, there is nothing of the kind today.
If only I could be a Xmas present, sent by mail along with the others...
I went to the post-office this morning to send my Aussie friends their Xmas presents.
I hope this time all will be alright and that they will them in time. I found a mirror for Denise and had a rose and her name engraved on its gilded side.
Lucky Dan has not stopped smoking, well, bad for his health though. I bought him a cigarette box and had it engraved too with his name and zodiacal sign.
And for you, last but not least, an double album of Cuban music by the Buena Vista Club along with a bracelet engraved too with your name.
I wrote Xmas cards too with all my wishes for the New Year.
I don't know what this New Year will bring me. I would like to get a plane ticket to Australia as a Xmas present, but one must not dream too much...
Anyway, let these find their way to Alice Springs.
My husband always says he is not too keen on receiving gifts. Are you of the same fabric ?
Nevertheless, he does not appreciate being left over though... I am sure you too would react the same way. Don't ask me why. I know it, that's all.
Laure is just like, me ready to give friends little treats on every special occasions.
I had beautiful Xmases when I was young and even older: expensive toys and jewels later on in life. And we had big parties, especially in the West Indies as the temperature is hot at this period of the year. Same thing as in the Alice: no snow in the winter season. That why I don't know how to ski. I'd rather go swimming into the sea.
I remember last Xmas how I got scared for the first time when you said you would be with your listeners in Cairns anew. The fool of me thought you were leaving for that town and it is with great anxiety that I waited to be back at Bo's on January 1st. What a relief when I saw you at the console as usual.Today you have left your job to a new DJ. I am happy you told me twice you were with your parents these days and had taken a day off to enjoy being with them.
Since that last day of December I have been dreading the idea of you leaving your job at Bo's.
I know what Father Xmas will bring me instead of a plane ticket: a new mobile phone to take the place of the one which has been stolen.
I can't hardly believe it was a year ago I was connected to Bo's as I am today. Will it be the same next year ? Will this little story carry on for a whole next year? Or will it reach its conclusion ?
Laure will be with us in less than fifteen days. She will stay longer than last year. This is a Xmas gift for me and should be the best of all: being reunited with my sweet daughter. Well, I just left her at the beginning of this week. Not too bad, though. Shall we be reunited too, my dear one?
The Xmas presents are on their way. The year 2006 will soon be over. Last year the count down had started. Four months to go before my packing on my way to Australia. Unfortunately, there is nothing of the kind today.
If only I could be a Xmas present, sent by mail along with the others...
Australian Dream
Christmas Presents.
I went to the post-office this morning to send my Aussie friends their Xmas presents.
I hope this time all will be alright and that they will them in time. I found a mirror for Denise and had a rose and her name engraved on its gilded side.
Lucky Dan has not stopped smoking, well, bad for his health though. I bought him a cigarette box and had it engraved too with his name and zodiacal sign.
And for you, last but not least, an double album of Cuban music by the Buena Vista Club along with a bracelet engraved too with your name.
I wrote Xmas cards too with all my wishes for the New Year.
I don't know what this New Year will bring me. I would like to get a plane ticket to Australia as a Xmas present, but one must not dream too much...
Anyway, let these find their way to Alice Springs.
My husband always says he is not too keen on receiving gifts. Are you of the same fabric ?
Nevertheless, he does not appreciate being left over though... I am sure you too would react the same way. Don't ask me why. I know it, that's all.
Laure is just like, me ready to give friends little treats on every special occasions.
I had beautiful Xmases when I was young and even older: expensive toys and jewels later on in life. And we had big parties, especially in the West Indies as the temperature is hot at this period of the year. Same thing as in the Alice: no snow in the winter season. That why I don't know how to ski. I'd rather go swimming into the sea.
I remember last Xmas how I got scared for the first time when you said you would be with your listeners in Cairns anew. The fool of me thought you were leaving for that town and it is with great anxiety that I waited to be back at Bo's on January 1st. What a relief when I saw you at the console as usual.Today you have left your job to a new DJ. I am happy you told me twice you were with your parents these days and had taken a day off to enjoy being with them.
Since that last day of December I have been dreading the idea of you leaving your job at Bo's.
I know what Father Xmas will bring me instead of a plane ticket: a new mobile phone to take the place of the one which has been stolen.
I can't hardly believe it was a year ago I was connected to Bo's as I am today. Will it be the same next year ? Will this little story carry on for a whole next year? Or will it reach its conclusion ?
Laure will be with us in less than fifteen days. She will stay longer than last year. This is a Xmas gift for me and should be the best of all: being reunited with my sweet daughter. Well, I just left her at the beginning of this week. Not too bad, though. Shall we be reunited too, my dear one?
The Xmas presents are on their way. The year 2006 will soon be over. Last year the count down had started. Four months to go before my packing on my way to Australia. Unfortunately, there is nothing of the kind today.
If only I could be a Xmas present, sent by mail along with the others...
I went to the post-office this morning to send my Aussie friends their Xmas presents.
I hope this time all will be alright and that they will them in time. I found a mirror for Denise and had a rose and her name engraved on its gilded side.
Lucky Dan has not stopped smoking, well, bad for his health though. I bought him a cigarette box and had it engraved too with his name and zodiacal sign.
And for you, last but not least, an double album of Cuban music by the Buena Vista Club along with a bracelet engraved too with your name.
I wrote Xmas cards too with all my wishes for the New Year.
I don't know what this New Year will bring me. I would like to get a plane ticket to Australia as a Xmas present, but one must not dream too much...
Anyway, let these find their way to Alice Springs.
My husband always says he is not too keen on receiving gifts. Are you of the same fabric ?
Nevertheless, he does not appreciate being left over though... I am sure you too would react the same way. Don't ask me why. I know it, that's all.
Laure is just like, me ready to give friends little treats on every special occasions.
I had beautiful Xmases when I was young and even older: expensive toys and jewels later on in life. And we had big parties, especially in the West Indies as the temperature is hot at this period of the year. Same thing as in the Alice: no snow in the winter season. That why I don't know how to ski. I'd rather go swimming into the sea.
I remember last Xmas how I got scared for the first time when you said you would be with your listeners in Cairns anew. The fool of me thought you were leaving for that town and it is with great anxiety that I waited to be back at Bo's on January 1st. What a relief when I saw you at the console as usual.Today you have left your job to a new DJ. I am happy you told me twice you were with your parents these days and had taken a day off to enjoy being with them.
Since that last day of December I have been dreading the idea of you leaving your job at Bo's.
I know what Father Xmas will bring me instead of a plane ticket: a new mobile phone to take the place of the one which has been stolen.
I can't hardly believe it was a year ago I was connected to Bo's as I am today. Will it be the same next year ? Will this little story carry on for a whole next year? Or will it reach its conclusion ?
Laure will be with us in less than fifteen days. She will stay longer than last year. This is a Xmas gift for me and should be the best of all: being reunited with my sweet daughter. Well, I just left her at the beginning of this week. Not too bad, though. Shall we be reunited too, my dear one?
The Xmas presents are on their way. The year 2006 will soon be over. Last year the count down had started. Four months to go before my packing on my way to Australia. Unfortunately, there is nothing of the kind today.
If only I could be a Xmas present, sent by mail along with the others...
mardi 5 décembre 2006
Australian Dream
Back from Paris.
Oh, a wonderful time I had there.
This was a good extent for my birthday. A birthday which lasted for four days ! Can anyone have such a birthday?
I felt so sad when I heard you say you would not be with me on that special day of mine.
The recording of the TV show went alright. We met a friend of friends of ours on queueing before entering the Moulin Rouge. As I said earlier this planet is a very small one indeed.
Pierre rushed to sit in the first row. Unfortunately it was not a good idea, for we were not into the frame of the camera and I could not see myself when the show was broadcasted later on in the evening. Bad for the ego!!!
As I wrote to you before leaving home, it was too late for me to be in your company on coming back.It seemed though that you did not stick for long at Bo's as you usually do.
We went to the Luxembourg museum the following day to watch paintings by the Titian. Beautiful works of Art. I could be with Dan during the afternoon and he was very nice playing my requests and the last one for me just after closing time.
We headed to the theater later on. The performance was gorgeous and we were sitted in a box just for the three of us. Perfect as far as I am concerned.
The cherry on top of the cake: Laure and I were allowed backstage and had the opportunity to have a chat with the three main actors in the play.
Lorant Deutsch was speeding as usual, still very nice though. He said Frederique Dieffenthal is slow. Well, he looked quiet and willing to stay with us, at least with me. He followed me talking and thus I could not speak to Macha Meryl as Laure did.
A nice boy that Frederique! When I told him Laure was acting in amateur classes he let me notice that in amateur there is the word Amour (love).
I wished him a long and successful career and he wanted to wish me something in return. I replied: "wish me to be able to go back to Australia next year". Not too surprising !
He said he had never been to Australia and we started talking about the country and, of course, I told him all about the Bojangles. May be a new converted listener...
And the next day you ruined me again. The broadcast was not only awful, but you ignored me and your voice was husky, the one you have when you are on a bad mood.
I requested From Paris to Berlin, even joking calling it From Paris to Alice Springs, but you did not play it and I knew you would not pay attention to me to the end.
Of course, I told you all about my wanderings in Paris and my encounters.
Two things: whether you are angry and jealous at my meeting with young actors or you feel anew as a poor DJ in the middle of nowhere, the inferiority complex again.
Funny though, the connection was bad, but I noticed you did not play rock songs. Instead there were the usual "cheesy" songs, my songs. Pierre even said you were playing these as a kind of birthday gift. Could he be true!
Laure wanted to take us to see the Globes of Coronelli in the National Library.
It shook me up fortunately and I did not regret it.
They are two huge globes designed by the cartographer, Coronelli, for the Roi Soleil's birthday.
though not accurate, even for the time, they are adorned by beautiful paintings.
I sent you a mail on coming back home, telling you all about these Globes. Not sure you are interested in Arts.
After the restaurant I felt lousy again and could sleep well wondering again if our little story was not reaching its conclusion.
I can't believe you may resent the fact that I was not with you as usual on the late Friday, enjoying hours in the capital. I can't believe you could be jealous of my time with young actors.
But well,...
I decided to catch myself up on the following morning of my last day in Paris.
Pierre and I went to the Grand Palais and stayed there for more than two hours watching portraits by painters such as Reynolds, Raeburn, Barry, David, Ingres, Goya,etc... and marble sculptures.
On coming back I connected myself to Bo's after lunch and told you about my last hours in the Grand Palais. I requested From Paris to Berlin. Unfortunately, the sound went off for long minutes. When it came back again, I heard that song. Your voice was back to normal and you sounded happy.
I was not sure though you had dedicated the song for me. I asked you by mail and when Pierre said he would be out for cigarettes I decided to phone you.
A good idea for you were happy indeed.
The post-office had called you up to say the parcel should soon, be delivered to you. It went up to the Bahamas. That amazed you. Not the shortest way to travel to Australia from Europe indeed!
That made me so happy! You even said it again on your mike.
Then all went back to normal and I let myself write more to you. I worried about the shortness of your hair wondering if it was not for you to swim faster and beat the girls.
The connection was still rotten. I was surprised you playing a song for me on closing, You Give Me Something, and you talking to me.
Alas, as the sound was bad, I could hear: Mary...hair longer...back in town. Did you mean your hair will be longer when I am back in town?
That made me go high, my Scruffy Beard. Are you expecting my coming back?
But before programming further songs for the rest of the night you said you wanted to treat you with one you like particularly. I could not listen to it in good conditions because of the awful sound, but it was all about love.
You said you were to edit more rock songs for the cleaning crew, but with "cheese" into them.
Were you in a love mood?
And you stuck at Bo's for long, not ready to go home.
I went on the train backhome in high spirits.
And here I am again, back by the Mediterrean Sea.
The weather has turned cloudy and I could not go on the balcony. I spent a few hours with Dan, very nice and again, there are not so many rock songs tonight. Are you the one editing these?
For sure, you know where my tastes stand in music.
The opportunity of being in Paris is good for improving one's cultural backgroung. There are so many works ot Art on display. I don't know if you are interested in Art as I wrote earlier. But I told you how I wish you could come some of these days, adding before I am dead. I was joking , of course, but I wanted to remind you I am not that young any longer. Sometimes, I feel I am cheating you when I discover in a mirror all these wrinkles of mine. I had to tell you about my age last April. Did you really pay attention to it?
We are living a virtual love story in a virtual world. It may be true you would like to find a love like this one. I may be the one for you, but you may be more sensible than me.
Let's act like fools for a while. Nothing else matters.
I am back from Paris longing for meeting you tomorrow and scared as usual at the idea of your ignoring me. Pierre may think it meants you are not indifferent at all. He called you crazy in love last week. Why can't you make things simpler, my Scruffy Beard ? Life is so short and all is already so complicated with the distance, not mentioning my age and yours.
It was a prolonged birthday in Paris. My loved ones made it a wonderful one for me.
Oh, a wonderful time I had there.
This was a good extent for my birthday. A birthday which lasted for four days ! Can anyone have such a birthday?
I felt so sad when I heard you say you would not be with me on that special day of mine.
The recording of the TV show went alright. We met a friend of friends of ours on queueing before entering the Moulin Rouge. As I said earlier this planet is a very small one indeed.
Pierre rushed to sit in the first row. Unfortunately it was not a good idea, for we were not into the frame of the camera and I could not see myself when the show was broadcasted later on in the evening. Bad for the ego!!!
As I wrote to you before leaving home, it was too late for me to be in your company on coming back.It seemed though that you did not stick for long at Bo's as you usually do.
We went to the Luxembourg museum the following day to watch paintings by the Titian. Beautiful works of Art. I could be with Dan during the afternoon and he was very nice playing my requests and the last one for me just after closing time.
We headed to the theater later on. The performance was gorgeous and we were sitted in a box just for the three of us. Perfect as far as I am concerned.
The cherry on top of the cake: Laure and I were allowed backstage and had the opportunity to have a chat with the three main actors in the play.
Lorant Deutsch was speeding as usual, still very nice though. He said Frederique Dieffenthal is slow. Well, he looked quiet and willing to stay with us, at least with me. He followed me talking and thus I could not speak to Macha Meryl as Laure did.
A nice boy that Frederique! When I told him Laure was acting in amateur classes he let me notice that in amateur there is the word Amour (love).
I wished him a long and successful career and he wanted to wish me something in return. I replied: "wish me to be able to go back to Australia next year". Not too surprising !
He said he had never been to Australia and we started talking about the country and, of course, I told him all about the Bojangles. May be a new converted listener...
And the next day you ruined me again. The broadcast was not only awful, but you ignored me and your voice was husky, the one you have when you are on a bad mood.
I requested From Paris to Berlin, even joking calling it From Paris to Alice Springs, but you did not play it and I knew you would not pay attention to me to the end.
Of course, I told you all about my wanderings in Paris and my encounters.
Two things: whether you are angry and jealous at my meeting with young actors or you feel anew as a poor DJ in the middle of nowhere, the inferiority complex again.
Funny though, the connection was bad, but I noticed you did not play rock songs. Instead there were the usual "cheesy" songs, my songs. Pierre even said you were playing these as a kind of birthday gift. Could he be true!
Laure wanted to take us to see the Globes of Coronelli in the National Library.
It shook me up fortunately and I did not regret it.
They are two huge globes designed by the cartographer, Coronelli, for the Roi Soleil's birthday.
though not accurate, even for the time, they are adorned by beautiful paintings.
I sent you a mail on coming back home, telling you all about these Globes. Not sure you are interested in Arts.
After the restaurant I felt lousy again and could sleep well wondering again if our little story was not reaching its conclusion.
I can't believe you may resent the fact that I was not with you as usual on the late Friday, enjoying hours in the capital. I can't believe you could be jealous of my time with young actors.
But well,...
I decided to catch myself up on the following morning of my last day in Paris.
Pierre and I went to the Grand Palais and stayed there for more than two hours watching portraits by painters such as Reynolds, Raeburn, Barry, David, Ingres, Goya,etc... and marble sculptures.
On coming back I connected myself to Bo's after lunch and told you about my last hours in the Grand Palais. I requested From Paris to Berlin. Unfortunately, the sound went off for long minutes. When it came back again, I heard that song. Your voice was back to normal and you sounded happy.
I was not sure though you had dedicated the song for me. I asked you by mail and when Pierre said he would be out for cigarettes I decided to phone you.
A good idea for you were happy indeed.
The post-office had called you up to say the parcel should soon, be delivered to you. It went up to the Bahamas. That amazed you. Not the shortest way to travel to Australia from Europe indeed!
That made me so happy! You even said it again on your mike.
Then all went back to normal and I let myself write more to you. I worried about the shortness of your hair wondering if it was not for you to swim faster and beat the girls.
The connection was still rotten. I was surprised you playing a song for me on closing, You Give Me Something, and you talking to me.
Alas, as the sound was bad, I could hear: Mary...hair longer...back in town. Did you mean your hair will be longer when I am back in town?
That made me go high, my Scruffy Beard. Are you expecting my coming back?
But before programming further songs for the rest of the night you said you wanted to treat you with one you like particularly. I could not listen to it in good conditions because of the awful sound, but it was all about love.
You said you were to edit more rock songs for the cleaning crew, but with "cheese" into them.
Were you in a love mood?
And you stuck at Bo's for long, not ready to go home.
I went on the train backhome in high spirits.
And here I am again, back by the Mediterrean Sea.
The weather has turned cloudy and I could not go on the balcony. I spent a few hours with Dan, very nice and again, there are not so many rock songs tonight. Are you the one editing these?
For sure, you know where my tastes stand in music.
The opportunity of being in Paris is good for improving one's cultural backgroung. There are so many works ot Art on display. I don't know if you are interested in Art as I wrote earlier. But I told you how I wish you could come some of these days, adding before I am dead. I was joking , of course, but I wanted to remind you I am not that young any longer. Sometimes, I feel I am cheating you when I discover in a mirror all these wrinkles of mine. I had to tell you about my age last April. Did you really pay attention to it?
We are living a virtual love story in a virtual world. It may be true you would like to find a love like this one. I may be the one for you, but you may be more sensible than me.
Let's act like fools for a while. Nothing else matters.
I am back from Paris longing for meeting you tomorrow and scared as usual at the idea of your ignoring me. Pierre may think it meants you are not indifferent at all. He called you crazy in love last week. Why can't you make things simpler, my Scruffy Beard ? Life is so short and all is already so complicated with the distance, not mentioning my age and yours.
It was a prolonged birthday in Paris. My loved ones made it a wonderful one for me.
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