concert

My beloved monster.

Our long Bank Holiday weekend culminated in a trip into maC to see Eels on Monday night. 

It was a surreal experience and a good night, apart from Mr Tosser and his friends [Mr Alcoholic, Mr Loud and Little Miss Under the Thumb] who were sat next to us.  I’ve certainly never been to a concert where I had to sit through a documentary instead of a support act before, and I doubt I ever will again.  He’s a funny chap though, and tragic, and pickupable [in the place in pocket sense, not the pulling sense, although maybe he’s pickupable in that sense too … ] and did I mention that he was funny?

My photo opportunities were limited.  I had my trusty little Fuji with me, but since she’s been replaced with the Canon I’ve had little need to use her, so my brain took a while to fathom out how she works.  Of course, we were way back in the heavens so that didn’t help either.  I could give you Blue Blur.  I could also give you Orange Blur.  Instead I shall give you E Blur …

BlurryMark

And Stage Blur …

BlurryStage 

If you ever have a need for Blurry be sure to call me and my Fuji, eh?

The documentary was the BBC Parallel Worlds, Parallel Lives one.  I’m not really a documentary kind of gal, unless there are cute baby tigers or similar, so for me to sit through an hour long programme when I would normally find something else to do would usually be quite taxing.  Except it wasn’t because of the topic. 

Oooh!  Parallel Universes!  If you know me at all, you know my view on parallel universes.  Oh, the excitement!  Sliding Doors?  Absolutely!  I find the parallel universe theory to be something that seems so obvious.  How can anyone not believe in parallel universes?  I wish I was Mark Oliver Everett because having a dad who came up with the theory of PUs would be so damn cool. 

*gushes*

I sound like a teenage idiot.

I think that in a PU I’m a Quantum Physicist.  I may not understand the quirky symbols and the scientific chat, but the whole theory just makes sense to me.  It’s nice when things make sense to me as it doesn’t happen too often – my standard response to something I see on the tellybox is I don’t get it

I amaze myself sometimes.

please God bless my little brain xxx Elsabeth

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