U2!!!! U2 U2 U2!!!!!

No doubt one of the last U2 fans to get around to downloading it, but what the hell ...

Vertigo !!!!!

Wow. It sounds just like the early U2 I fell in love with, back when I heard Celebration on the radio in '82 (was it? Back in the mists of time anyway). Only better.

All the energy and and freshness of the early stuff, but with hints of the Zoo era as well (it made me think of 'Daddy's Gonna Pay for your Crashed Car' for some reason).

OMG I can't wait for the album.

And I am going to get tickets for this tour if it kills me.

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Phew! Was that a hectic week or what?

Last Saturday: F's birthday - present-opening and out for lunch, spend half the day constructing Playmobil pirate ship.

Sunday: Mass & four-hour Tai Chi workshop

Monday: ( Cars don't run on petrol, they run on liquid cash. £800!! *winces*. Teach bellydance to GirlGuides. )

Tuesday: Work. Have developed a cold. So has Keanu-Lookalike Team Leader.
C has decided she doesn't want to learn an instrument at school after all, so I am now able to go to Hafla organisation meeting instead of school music meeting. Still can't make PTA one though (just as well, as I have far too much on plate to be roped into anything else).
Phone up and resign as Treasurer of Justice & Peace Committee at church, as it will clash with bellydance teaching. Bludgeon catholic guilt into submission.
Go to Halfa meeting and sneeze soggily into large handful of tissues all night.
Stay up till 2am fixing Halfa posters on comp and emailing to the others.

Wednesday: ( How come some people can have a cold and still be sexy? Teach my First Bellydance Evening Class!!!! )

Thursday: Blooming hormones. And viruses. Have about four hours sleep. Wake too washed out and ill to go to work. Drag self out of bed to help get girls ready for school then go back to bed and sleep for 5 hours solid. Doze till early evening. Wimp out of smut-writing with Owl (Good God, I must be ill!)

Friday: School run. Mean to get all stuff ready for party but end up reading pr0n all day till time of next school run and have to scurry round shops with kids in tow.( Grrr. Sometimes I hate having to shop. U2 Squeeage!!!!! )

Saturday: Woken up way too early by offspring demanding breakfast and telly. Bake furiously. Inwardly curse neighbours' children for cluttering up my kitchen while I'm busy. Issue directions to husband to wrap up parcels for pass the parcel with sweets in each layer. Appears to take him two hours to do this. Frantically collect everything together at last minute for party.
Arrive at hall 3 mins before guests. Persuade rowdy boys not to burst all balloons.
Scurry about getting everything ready. Fellow parents take pity and help out.
God bless the magician. Anyone who can keep that many kids that enthralled for 45 minutes deserves every penny.
Feed kids. Organise Pass the Parcel. Husband has left sweets out of parcel wrappings *rolls eyes*. Turf kids out into playground. Attempt to reconcile children with their respective party bags, not aided in endeavour by neighbours' kid 'helping' by disappearing off with half the party bags.
Clear up. Invite F's godparents back for coffee (hoping they will refuse, considering the current state house was left in, but feel obliged as they came a long way and they're good friends). They accept. Damn. K is lovely but has not even a nodding aquaintance with tact and will not hesitate to comment on state of house. Arrive home and lock self in bathroom to valiantly tackle the worst of the dirt, or at least what can be accomplished in 5 minutes). Scrub off worst of mess and then give up. Thank God they never make it as far as the kitchen.
Drink tea, chat, open presents with F, make list for thank-you notes. Say goodbye to godparents & their infants.
Tidy up. Play Ludo with girls, get them off to bed (finally!).
Make and eat pizza. Slump in front of comp.

I think I could sleep for a week.