Sugar Pop-tart or something…

So, I said to a friend, who I was having lunch with today, I reckon I could easily turn his teenage son into a pop star.  We were discussing ‘kids today’ and their goals etc. My friend said, “He can’t sing.” Phut! Like that’s an issue. Most pop stars can’t sing. Their voice gets modified in the studio to sound good and girls screaming at their concerts drown out the sound anyway. Singing well is not an issue. A teenage boy just has to look cute, be good at chatting up the girls and have the edge of good boy who could go bad at any time look about him.  I tried to convince him his son could be the next big teenage sensation. He wasn’t convinced.  Hells bells - look at that Bieber person, Brittany and even that ghastly child pageant diva who’s all of ten and called something like Pookie-Bum or Sugar Pop-tart or something. Going back in the dim, dark distant past of my childhood there was Shaun Cassidy, Leif Garrett, the Bay City Rollers… talent? Hell, just look good to teenage girls and you’re golden.  

He’s missing a golden opportunity…

A girl thing?

So, boy band One Direction is in Australia and masses of girls are screaming, fainting and generally hysterically trying to do dumb things to meet boys that they probably wouldn’t do more than giggle over and screech at if they met them face to face. Ah, I remember those days. Me and a couple of friends inadvertently stumbled upon a well know Aussie pop star a million years ago and for a week we were famous because we touched him. Yeah, I’ve felt fame, baby.

Anyway, I was thinking to myself, do teenage boys feel threatened by the intense adoration of girls for these boy bands? Some of them would have girlfriends screaming over these pimply demi-gods…have you noticed that said demi-gods all have hair that seems to be brushed the wrong way? What’s that about? If I do that my scalp hurts. But back to my question, do teenage boys suffer the same pain of unrequited love for the totally-never-going-to-happen-unattainable popstar? Do they secretly want to scream over whomever the hottest, hair bushed backwards, singing teenage girl sensation but they man up and keep it inside or are they too busy brushing their hair backwards?

Hmmm…

Who needs it?

I was called into a meeting today to discuss something. Problem was it turned out to be two men screaming like 6 year olds at each other, me, the desk, the phone, the carpet, themselves. I had enough after a couple of minutes so I stood up and announced they could scream themselves hoarse and that I would be going back to my desk. Life is too short for that shit. Thankfully I have an escape plan....

What a scream...literally...

OMG!!! In an attempt to prove I am a big brave romance writer I went on a cable car ride above the rainforest canopy on the way to a fantastic tourist village called Kuranda. If you are in Cairns - make sure you go to this village. I loved it. I also bought stuff for me and friends and one lucky Amarinda reader who will win a swag of stuff I have collected on my travels too...but more on that later. Stay tuned.

So - the skyrail - against my better judgement and Spidey sense, I boarded a green capsule thing and hurtled a gazillion miles over tree tops. I am scared to death of heights. This was so scary that I screamed all the way. I kid you not. I had the capsule of terror to myself. Thank god as anyone else would have been deaf after travelling with me. Here's what I think....the only thing that should soar above trees should be birds. I am sure the scenery was amazing. Every so often I looked up from my feet to take a quick, haphazard photo. It would be a fantastic trip if you weren't prone to screaming. While I have been up the arch thingy in St Louis, USA and a cable car in Switzerland, the Kuranda skyrail was the most scariest thing I have ever done. There is only one thing that could have scared me more but I'm smart enough to avoid that.

A highlight of my Kuranda village outing - other than retail therapy - was a tarot reading with a peace-love-and-mung-beans-greenie type. My cards were 'kick arse' and there is apparently nothing I cannot succeed in...well of course.

What's planned tomorrow? Not sure...off for a swim now then several glasses of plonk to steady my nerves...medicinal purposes only...

Be good or be fast and have an alibi

Amarinda