Summer Cool

You may understand me when I say that I like my summer reads to be light and entertaining. I save different authors for different seasons. I can not read Khaled Hosseini in August just as I can’t stick to a Sophie Kinsella novel in winter.

Be it summer, humid and hard as ever to concentrate, I’m reading Are You There Vodka? It’s me, Chelsea. I have never read her books before, though I have sometimes seen her on TV. And just like her television show, this book is crass and outrageous. It’s made up of real, short stories and I swear you will end up in tears in certain chapters.

Her style might not appeal to you, She writes like this:

“I rolled over and picked up Us Weekly magazine off the floor. The cover had a picture of Angelina, Brad, and their little Eskimo son, Maddox. I saw staring at the photo, wondering why this little boy looks so pissed off in every picture.

At first I thought he was just pissed about his Mohawk, but then I realized he’s probably furious. Maddox must have thought he hit the jackpot when some A-list celebrity rescued him from third-world Cambodia, only to discover that she was going to shuffle him back and for the to EVERY other third-world country in the universe. He’s probably like, ‘When the fuck are we gonna get to Malibu, bitch?”  

…and this:

“Then a homeless man with a dog approached us and put his hand out. This happens to be something that I have a real problem with: homeless people with pets who approach you for food when they have a perfectly delicious dog standing right there?”  

She’s straight-to-the-point, politically incorrect and without any borders whatsoever. But reading a chapter a night will make you go to sleep smiling and laughing.

And talking about smiles, have you ever heard of the BBC Proms? They are a celebration of the arts, held every summer, ending with the famous Last NIght of the Proms. This year, for the first time ever in the Proms’ history, Radio 1 was invited and it turned the Proms into a classic Ibiza night. International DJ’s like Pete Tong joined the Orchestra and gave us tune after tune of musical gems, each one bringing back memories of past summers. And I mean songs you surely know and recognize, especially if you’re in your 30s. There was Moby and Fat Boy Slim and a whole lot more. If you have time to see the whole set, I truly recommend it! It’s a feast for the senses, and totally beyond the definition of all that is cool.

You definitely know this one!

Take-Me-Back Tuesdays!


I may be wrong, but I’m pretty sure this is my mother’s favourite song. I have heard the longer version of this song for tens of times. My parents loved the music of the 60s and the 70s – ‘muzika ta’ zmienna‘ they used to say. Only now do I realize how much I was influenced by the music I heard when I was younger.


This song is not a cheerful one, its’ lyrics are quite somber and the mood is a serious one. But it suits autumn. And it particularly suits November – my thoughts are always that bit more deeper in November.

a gentle rain falls softly on my weary eyes as if to hide a lonely tear…my life will be forever autumn,cos you’re not here”

I promise something more upbeat next week 🙂




Cinema Paradiso

The Husband ordered this film home to watch last week. It’s not a new film but I had honestly never heard of it. I had heard some of the songs which featured on its’ soundtrack, mainly because they’re from the genius that is Ennio Morricone. The film is a 1988 one, it’s in Italian (we put on the English sub-titles) and it’s a beautiful movie dealing mainly with the loving friendship that buds between Salvatore and Alfredo. It’s a touching film, some tears ‘may’ have been shed and I would definitely recommend it to anyone who manages to get a copy!

I Really Don’t Care…

Before you continue reading this post, let me warn you.

It’s a rant.

I’m writing this whilst listening to the Sister Act soundtrack playing on full-blast just outside our place. A local dance-school has put up a show in the square facing our house, and it’s as if they’re singing in my living room. I’ve closed all the doors and windows, but still I can hear “I will follow him” word by word. I’m slightly pissed off because even though it’s summer and not that late, I’m tired, I want to sleep and I’ve been listening to these songs since last Sunday. Also each song starts with a powerful blast of sound which is startling C each and every time.

The most annoying thing is knowing that I still a further 45 minutes (at least) listening to soundtrack songs.

And ABBA of course. They still haven’t played.

There’s a reason shows like these are held in closed areas and played to a paying public. You go if you want to. No one forces you to listen to a whole show.

A show which started at 8.30pm and three hours on, is still going on.

So go on and shoot me if you want. Yes, I’m the Scrooge of the Art World. You can throw red paint on my door, car or me. You can give me angry looks tomorrow morning. You can point and hiss at me all you want.

I don’t care. I’m just pissed.