Waiting For Your Call, Baby

Did you see Madonna at the MTV Europe Awards? Didn't she look fantastic? She's 47 you know, 47! And two kids! Amazing! Fabulous! I can only hope to look that good after all that time. Leotards, man, leotards.

Still on the Madonna trip, I quite dig her new album. I don't care what you think, there are some cool sorts of songs on there. I don't know, kinda disco-y. Well, truth be told, I haven't heard too much of the album other than Hung Up, but that song is a killer. A Killer. The other stuff isn't too bad either actually. I'm not sure who the producer is, I know that it used to be William Orbit, but I think that he may have moved on.

So yeah, back in the Vegas now, living it up again. Or not. I'm due to head off to those institutions that I owe money too in a bit, but I thought that I'd hold onto it for a little bit longer. Or something.

I watched the movie The Island on the plane, and was a bit disappointed. It seemed to me that all of the elements of a good story were there, just something was missing, not entirely sure what, but there was definately something amiss. Still, there were some nifty parts, and Ewen McGregor is always a pleasure.

My mum came out to pick my dad and I up from the airport which was great, it was good to see her out and about in some new glad rags. I can't actually remember the last time I saw her out of the house. Weird. She had some pretty snazzy pants on, very bright. I have a feeling that they may have been inspired by the work of Ken Done. Now there is a man that has been by-passed in the new millenium. I mean, sure, he had some stuff for the Olympics, but that doesn't really count does it?

As you may have guessed, I haven't had a rest period since coming home, I'm deathly afraid of jet lag. I loathe it. I guess if I'm lying awake in the middle of the night tonight though I'll be alone in my own bed though. That's a plus. I also found a good way to pass some time on the plane too.