Odio Patatas Part 1

I was told today that I must blog about Glinda. SO this post will be all about her.
And then the next one will be updating on my life, because you all care so much.

I was told this by Glinda, and it is because of that that I must oblige. Considering the usual satire and verbosity that goes around this blog, this may be a tad tricky. Because I have intentions of being nice.

I went with Glinda to another choir rehearsal, the show is soon and we are all getting ready blah blah blah... Some of the members are truly starting to irritate me. I made a girl sit a seat down from me so my yummy black coach bag could sit on the chair next to me instead of her. The alto in front of me was possibly the most flatulent person I have ever encountered... but I didn't want to swap places with my bag for fear it may disintegrate with the toxic fumes escaping her ruddy bowels.

Charming, I know.

After the rehearsal both Glinda & I had auditions, she sang 'Psalm 23' (if you don't know it then go stick your head in a hole and blubber like a suffocating yak). Compared with the other auditionees Glinda was very good. She has a charming voice, (encanta-style) - although I know that opera / classical isn't really her favorite genre, she sand Psalm 23 very well.
The other auditions were really ppp-ing it up, (or rather, down) and their vibratos were due to skittish nerves or plain anxiety. And then Glinda stood up (and stayed standing, mind you) with a ff to be proud of. She later told me she always sang at forte. Can I get a 'rock on' from any random member of the audience?

ANYWHOODLE...

In good Glinda, Mahi-Mahi & I tradition, we went for drinks after singing hymns.
Mahi-Mahi met up with us and we headed up to Shake-Em-Buns (a greasy sleazy establishment with plaques that suggest that the proprietor enjoys intercourse more than food. well, I know I do.) where they both chewed down on fries, and we all made merry.

I'm not sure if I have written enough about Glinda yet.

I must write a lot or I will never understand spanish again.

Glinda sang Dowland piece 'Come Again, Sweet Love Doth Now Invite' (oddly, I am listening to John Dowlands 'Can She Excuse My Wrongs' right now).
Trevvs played the piano exquisitely (what. a. shock... I know) and Glinda sang the counter-tenor line.

Fad Thai

So then, ladies and gentlemen.

I've been in Thailand for the last week or so abusing the holiday better known as Lunar New Year.

Went to Hua Hin, stayed in the charming Railway Hotel, (formerly known) a victorian establishment with charming tea every day and a dark-wood library to die for. The whole place was a complete anachronism, with actual carriages in certain parts, and a lot of gardens and grounds.

The only really modern aspect of the hotel in Hua Hin was the gym, where I spent most of my time catching up with the world on F TV and exercising my butt off (literally).

And then the four seasons in bangkok for a little while, which was lovely.

Well now I'm back in the big 852 and the first thing I did [within an hour of landing] was to find Mahi-Mahi and Flower, who invited me to a fooding session (otherwise known as lunch). And then on wards go to Bala.

Turrah.

Jhonnie Cat