The mice have gone thank goodness, and as they fled, so have the dreaded builders. I could stand it no more. There is something that few men hauling bricks around understand, a woman like me has to walk around in her underwear on her own. I hate being interrupted and nagged all the time. Luckily nobody has my new telephone number because I won’t be having one. I am only living with a mobile from now onwards. I rushed out into the cold to go to the latest premiere, Burlesque.
The dancing girls were out along the red carpet for the premiere of Burlesque, the horrible bouncers too. I was offered tickets as long as I donated a fat amount, which I did. The ignorant bouncers did not have a clue or care, and so we were herded like cattle into the cinema without enjoying the abilities of the long legged creatures along the way.
Up on stage came the gorgeous Cher, who plays a woman in the film who is struggling not to lose her burlesque bar, in a revealing creation and wonderful red hair, she still looks a bomb. A gorgeous unusual creature, she makes being sixty odd an exciting event. Then Christina Aguilera entered, there was another huge round of applause and it was justly deserved as she was incredible, clearly the whole film was built around her talent. Boy does she have talent. The acting was not brilliant but who cares when there are two major stars centre stage and singing brilliantly. Just for this I would have thought it should be up for an Oscar with masses of music awards flying its way. It is a good Christmas show, something that everybody can enjoy.
I was dismissed quickly by my son who snitched my after party tickets and sauntered into the night with my last thirty pounds, with a small and dutiful kiss, it was adieu.
