Daily fears from Kate

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Welcome to my blog where fear and phobias rule the day. My own phobias include, clowns, balloons popping, planes, planes crashing, planes filled with clowns crashing, planes filled with clowns holding balloons crashing....you get the general idea. Oh and although I love animals I hate them dressed up in clothes.

Other blogs that are friends of mine
My brother David

Sites I like

It's weird, it's funny, it's sad, it's beautiful, it's my favourite

He's weird; he's funny and another fave
Dave Gorman

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Sunday Life & SMH

Good astrology site us Pisces people are believers (when it suits us that is)

My pub
Kate Brownes Pub

These guys defy description
Dean and Nigel

They are painfully cool and they like Duran Duran to boot

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Tuesday, May 27, 2003  
Horror Movie

I’ve changed my mind about the Rocks, fickle creature that I am. I LOVE it now. I’ve discovered that behind the tacky opalescent tourist drag of George Street is a land of tiny pubs, little shops, terrace houses filled with real (sometimes completely crazy) people and our local pub the Palisade still has a “ladies lounge”.

Went to the Writers Festival on the weekend. I would like to say that it was fab but I didn’t get to experience much of it as it was packed out. I must surmise that from the Saturday talks that half of Sydney wants to be travel writers and the other half want to make movies or be screenwriters. Yep thats Sydney for you, shallow as a kiddies wading pool.

I just came back from the dentist (mmmmm I know what you're thinking - gosh this girl is interesting) the only reason I mention this is that my dentist tries to keep up with the latest, and his latest is a massive flat screen TV stuck on the roof. While I was lying back on the chair he produced a little camera the size of a pen and introduced me to each of my teeth. To say that never really wanted to get that well acquainted with my teeth is an understatement. It was like a horror movie, my tongue in particular was pretty frightening that close up but I didn’t have the heart to close my eyes as he seemed so chuffed with all his new high tech toys. Then it was time for the procedures and I had a nasty feeling I was going to have to watch that as well. But instead he slapped a pair of headphones on my head and whacked on a DVD. Whilst the drill was going I was entertained with selected pieces from Verdi and images of Tuscan Italy. Totally, totally, weird.

3:32 PM

Friday, May 16, 2003  
How do you sing a spiral?

Saw quite an amazing show on Tuesday night in the Studio. The incredible Christine Johnston plays a character called the Decent Spinster that is part Edward Scissorhands, part alien, part cartoon, part Alexis my flatmate I think. The spinster plays the saw, impersonates birds, sings shapes on cars and operas in Latin about bumper stickers. Okay, impossible to describe but truly wonderful to see - if you get the chance get yourself a ticket.

3:38 PM

Thursday, May 15, 2003  

Today we had alarms going off, extractor fans churning for 5 hours at the volume of a 747 parked next to my desk, and guess whose just been voted to be the fire warden for the building? It's not my lucky day. On the bright side I got to meet some firemen and I've got quite a soft spot for a man in a uniform. Speaking of uniforms, I get my very own little red hard hat to wear. For some reason I find that strangely exciting.

Mind you I really shouldn't complain about my job. I've just been reading "Nickel and Dimed" by Barbara Ehrenreich - an amazing book all about working in low wage USA. This journalist set up herself the challenge of trying to subsist on a minimum wage job (or two) across the country. It is such a dickensian tale of exploitation and slave labor it is truly impossible to believe we are talking about the worlds richest country in 2003.....just further proof American is going down the drain I say.

5:44 PM

Wednesday, May 07, 2003  

Oh and we also have a ghost in the building.......I wonder if it's the Swagman?

3:35 PM

Tuesday, May 06, 2003  
Stuffed Koala Hell

I don't know about working in the Rocks anymore. It's unerving walking to work under the gaze of a thousand beady stuffed koala eyes in the windows of all the souvenier shops and you know you are truly in the grip of Australiana hell when the choice of venues for morning coffee are "the G'day Cafe" or....wait for it....."the Swagmans". I miss the green room.

11:15 AM

Monday, May 05, 2003  

I had a moment of celebrity interaction last week and failed the test miserably. Having just seen Dave Gormans show in the Studio I was pretty impressed by the man himself not to mention having also spent quite a sizeable amount of time interviewing him by phone and via email for a couple of articles I’ve written over the last month or two.

Im queuing to collect my bag post show when just as Im at the counter who should pop up right in front of me but Dave himself. Not wanting to let an opportunity go astray I decide to lean over tap him on the hand and say hello. He turns around and says hello back and that’s where things start to go horribly wrong. Instead of explaining that Id interviewed him, for some stupid reason I just say “hi Im Kate Browne” and he gets that slightly alarmed look where it’s obvious hes not sure if Im someone he’s meant to remember and has forgotten or that I am a particularly jolly form of stalker. Before I can rectify the situation this other guy walks up and starts saying something about how he was getting messages all about his mother through the show like a freakazoid. By this stage DG is looking quite panicked indeed as it appears that he is now surrounded by nutters and I am totally embarrassed, grab my bag and leg it out of there.

So it seems that I might be able to talk to these people on the phone and write about them in the paper but I’m going to have to go back to celebrity finishing school before I can be allowed out to meet them in person.

5:26 PM

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