Great things are afoot

Posted by Paul on 01 Feb 2011 | Tagged as: Diary, Self-promotion

But not in Amsterdam, for I am back in Australia.

Watch this space, or watch this space:

The Leader of the Russian Revolution Stole A Beatles’ Name…

Posted by Paul on 25 Aug 2008 | Tagged as: Self-promotion

So what is this album that I’ve been working on, I hear you wondering (I have very sensitive hearing).

Well, here’s a sneak preview: Track 4, Another Dumb Pop Song (go to the My Songs link above to hear it).

The leader of the Russian Revolution
Stole a Beatles’ name
And then he had the nerve to spell it wrong

A famous painter cut his ear off
In a fit of rage
And yet he wound up in a dumb pop song

The verses too short the chorus too long
Another dumb pop song
The verses too weak the chorus too strong
Another dumb pop song

A thousand years from now
Historians will go to early graves
Endeavoring to find out why we listened to ‘em

Imagine their revulsion
When they hear the ringtone craze
Convinced by now our culture’s nothing but a ruin

The verses too short (etc)…

There’s a pop star from yesteryear
Whose fame’s not short of fabled
Let’s not say his songs are lame
Just – differently abled

Another dumb pop song (etc)

© Paul Inglis 2008

And just to see if anybody reads this far in my posts, here’s my cover version of a Kate Bush song, a non-album track recorded at the same sessions: Hammer Horror

What This Country Needs Is More Beer

Posted by Paul on 31 Jul 2008 | Tagged as: Diary

When I was in Belgium recently I snapped a photo while walking past a liquor store in Antwerp.

Just not trying hard enough!

(click on the photo to enlarge it)

Only 280 types of beer? What were they thinking? I reckon that if they got rid of some of those giant Duvel bottles there’d be space for several more types of beer. I’ll be happy to take those giant bottles off their hands. It’s a sacrifice, but one that I’m willing to make.

Here’s little more detail about what you can see through the window (note the giant glasses):

A hard earned belgian thirst needs a big Belgian beer...

Our Crazy World in The News (Part 1)

Posted by Paul on 11 Jun 2008 | Tagged as: Crazy World, Diatribe

Whenever I log in to my Yahoo Mail I see about five news headlines in a box. Sometimes the juxtapositions between the stories are just painful. A couple of months ago just under a story about a murderous shooting rampage in the American Midwest there was another story headlined as “Violence Subsides in Iraq”.

Today I see a similarly inappropriate juxtaposition between not two but three stories:


So two people are in trouble for using cameras to infringe on someone else’s personal freedom, and quite rightly so. However, it is apparently OK for the government to take pictures that see right through your clothes. I guess it is just all part of the spirit of this gee-whillickers Flash Gordon age that we find ourselves living in.

I’ll be posting more of these juxtapositions.

If Only It Were Eligible For Eurovision!

Posted by Paul on 30 May 2008 | Tagged as: Diatribe

John Lydon (better known to most of the world as Johnny Rotten) thinks that he could write a song for Britney Spears, as reported today:

I can imagine it already:

God save Britney

And her vacuous regime

She can’t keep her panties on

So I wrote her a song

They Say It’s Your Birthday

Posted by Paul on 29 May 2008 | Tagged as: Diary

It was my birthday on the 27th, but never let it be said I can’t refer back to it. We were planning on going to Liverpool to do a Beatles themed tour, but unfortunately the school chose to schedule a soccer tournament in Copenhagen for my daughter that clashed in terms of the timing.

Last time I checked, schools still tend to like you to show up at the airport to collect your children when they arrive back from parts yonder, so we opted for the “Good Parent Plan” instead of the “Magical Mystery Tour”.

I’ll just sob quietly for a while.

This is the view from outside the bedroom window:

View Outside The Window

I just took that photo. It’s about 10PM, so as you can see it gets dark quite late. Click on the photo to enlarge it (that will be the case with all photos that I post).

The Little Red Light District That Could

Posted by Paul on 29 May 2008 | Tagged as: Diary

We are living literally just down the road from the littlest red light district in the world. There’s about 5 or 6 “window girls” almost directly across the canal from us, and also maybe a handful of regular brothels. It turns out that this is the only place other than the main red light district where there are “windows”. Probably the only other place in the world. There’s also a few adult shops, especially those that heavily feature lingerie as well as porn. We think they mainly cater to the working girls that work in the area. We did wonder about one lingerie display in a particular adult shop window that prominently featured a strap-on as part of the outfit. I mean, that’s not something you’d wear to church. Although I daresay it might liven up a dull sermon. Whoo-hoo Father, get a load of this!

I’ve arrived; and to prove it, I’m here

Posted by Paul on 12 May 2008 | Tagged as: Diary

May 10

My hopes of getting an upgrade to Business Class from Sydney to London were knocked on the head when it turned out that the entire flight (QF31) was full. Even some full-paying Business Class passengers were bumped back to Economy, so one of the Qantas staff informed me (although Premium Economy sounds more likely). Excess baggage charges apply. Quite excessive charges, I can assure. $60 a kilo.

May 11

My flight arrived at London Heathrow at around 6.30AM. Anticipating chilly weather I pop on a jumper. The aircraft has pulled up short of the terminal and we have to disembark onto a bus. Much to my surprise the weather is actually quite balmy (especially for 6.30 in the morning). The bus transports us to Terminal 4 from where most of us need to catch another bus to get to Terminal 5. Naturally this involves a bloody big long queue. Eventually I manage to get onto a bus, which features an automated announcement from a woman who sounds suspiciously like the voice of Holly from Red Dwarf. According to this announcement it takes 18 minutes to get to Terminal 5. Then we are treated to a video telling us how to get through the security checks more quickly and efficiently. It’s nice that this responsibility should be placed on us, the paying passengers, rather than anyone who actually gets paid to run the security. Fortunately the bus only takes about 8 minutes to get to Terminal 5. Less fortunately inside there is a huge queue for transit passengers. This, as it turns out is not the queue for the security check, but rather the queue to get your boarding pass reissued (apparently now a new requirement at Heathrow). This queue turns out to be even longer than the subsequent queue at the security check. I resist the urge to mockingly comment in an old man’s Cockney accent,

“We suffered in the Blitz … now it’s your turn”.

Fortunately I still have plenty of time to get to the boarding gate. The flight to Amsterdam is very crowded.

It turns out that Amsterdam is just as unseasonably warm as London. My darling wife shows up with Peter, who is some sort of general factotum for her company, in tow to do the driving.

Our flat is large by Dutch standards. 2 and half bathrooms is virtually a luxury for a three bedroom flat. Quite a large main bedroom, with an ensuite and walk in robe. Decent living area leading out to a backyard with a shed. I’ll have to take some pictures one of these days. Had late lunch at Chicanos, which is a sort-of Tex-Mex place.

May 12

As all the supermarkets were closed yesterday (for Pentecost) we ventured out today for groceries. Today is Monday but it’s the Pentecost public holiday. Apparently everybody else in Amsterdam is at the same supermarket, as the aisles are choked with people queuing for the checkouts.

My furniture goes bye-bye

Posted by Paul on 01 May 2008 | Tagged as: Diary

Writing updates is much more challenging when you suddenly have no chairs and tables. At least I still have broadband (have to get the priorities right). Yes, I’m still in Sydney. Family in Amsterdam. Small doggy in transit.

Everything in boxes

I’m down to one guitar, an electric as that’s the only thing I’d trust to go on a plane (you’d have to do a Pete Townshend on this one to damage it). However, my trusty 12 string acoustic is being moved by professionals.

This does

mean a slight delay in finishing the album. I can still work on the mixes, and I do have a microphone and appropriate software and hardware, but that’s about it.

I’ll go and hang elsewhere tonight as the house is a tad empty.

Had a painter in to look at getting the house repainted and he quoted the usual NASA-derived estimate that tradesman are wont to supply. Actually, it wasn’t too bad, and as a bonus not only will the house get painted but I will also have a moonbase named after me.