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Friday 12 April 2002
Last night Special-K came
over for a couple of hours for a break from work (poor gal,
working so hard!) so I made us pizzas and then made us watch
Big
Brother. What guilty pleasure that show continues to be.
It seems everyone is watching it - even people who say they
hate reality shows of any kind, especially Big Brother.
This year even my Mum is hooked which astounds me because
her usual tolerance of crap television is very, very low...
commercial tv in general rarely gets a look in, but she declared
to me that she thinks the people are really interesting, her
favourite being Nathan.
Early this morning, around
5am, we were woken by a woman screaming abuse at her boyfriend
out on the street. She was demanding respect and attention
and "equal" to his university work. She was yelling
that he was working too hard on a pathetic little 5% assignment
and that she hasn't been getting enough of his attention this
year. She was shouting so loudly with the occasional spurt
of running-away-from-him in big clompy shoes and then screaming
that she wanted to kill him that I would imagine that the
entire neighbourhood was up and listening. They ended up standing
right outside our open window. Big-P commented to me that
lying there listening to them go at each other was better
than watching Big Brother. We giggled in voyeuristic rapture.
She went on and on. "Shh shh, I want to tell you something."
The guy said, desperately trying to calm her down. She shrieked
"What have you got to say to me? Another insult? What
could you possibly say that wouldn't make me despise
you even more?"
She put so much dramatic emphasis
on the word despise that Big-P laughed out loud - so loud
that they must have heard him through the open window and
they ran away. Too bad! I wanted to hear the outcome, or what
it was that he wanted to tell her at least.
Late last year during the
school holidays we were woken by a couple of teenage girls
jumping our fence and climbing up onto our balcony. We heard
them settle down amongst the vines and light cigarettes. One
of them said "Ok, but it's your turn to be the boy, I'm
always the boy." Intriguing! I was immediately wide awake
and dying to know what would happen next. But Big-P rapped
on the window in a kind of grumpy old man way and they sprung
away shouting after them "we were just having a ciggy!".
There is always good drama to be had on our street. Just not
much sleep.
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