World On Fire
Credit where it's due, but....altruistic gesture or clever marketing ploy? After all, how often does Ms McClachlan need a 'big-time' video for her down-home, folky offerings? Still at least that's $149,985 to the world's poor although it strikes me that it wasn't just Sarah who worked cheap. Somebody videoed her lip-synch. Somebody else synched the lip. An artistic type produced the graphics. Somebody, somewhere lent his or her editing skills to the whole kit and kaboodle. Yet another prepared it for the web....the list goes on.None of 'em mentioned in dispatches.
Unless, of course, Sarah is a Multimedia wizard who can turn her hand at anything?
Well anther day with Dearest being rent asunder by blokes with knives. Her knee this time so not as traumatic as the great hysterectomy fright of 2003. She still had to undergo full anesthetic though. Which ALWAYS scary.
Because it was a simple operation, the NHS sub-contracted it out to a private place in Pendlebury. Private room with TV, shower, toilet, bath. Fully automated bed. A la carte menu (with wine at a reasonable tenner a bottle), plus a million operatives constantly traipsing in and out to verify that all the light bulbs were working, there was enough toilet paper, the bathroom was clean, there was enough shower gel or hair shampoo or shower caps or............
When all Dearest actually wanted was to get it over with.
Twelve-o-clock we got there - as instructed. The clock struck five before Dearest disappeared into theatre. I finally got her back home at half-past-eleven.
With a really fat knee.
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