I’m a Celebrity Get me Out of Here : 2019

I first came to watch TV show‘ Celebrity’ in 2018 – Comedian and all round awesome human Fiona O’Loughlin drew me in with a tale of hard knocks, rotten luck and seemingly endless resilience and humor.

After seeing Fiona crowned Queen of the Jungle I went on to see her stand-up comedy routine’ My Gap Year’ at the Comedy Store, Moore Park, Sydney That night Fiona acknowledged that she had won over a new audience from her time in the jungle – shining a spotlight on me!

It was a no brainer that I would tune in again in 2019. Fiona had made laugh 365 days ago, as had the one and only Julia Morris ( with side kick Dr Chris Brown) – A new year, a new cast of celebs and the delightfully delicious familiar co-hosts.

  • I watched without expectations.
  • I watched for escapism from the oppressive Sydney summer heat.
  • I watched to observe human behavior ( what could be more fascinating?) as a group of celebrities of varying degrees of fame were pushed to their limits and then some.

Not one to gush but 2019 contestant Justin Lacko was very easy on the eye. If for no other reason, the 2019 Jungle series was off to a phenomenal start!

But as the days and weeks passed, heart achingly beautiful moments surfaced from plains of the African jungle.  I sat in my lounge room and laughed, cried and cheered aloud, caught up in the joyous 5 week safari adventure.

  • Vulnerable, honest and open encounters and deeply personal conversations – a style of communication not normally paraded during prime time tv – my heart swelled.
  • Countless moments of genuine care and support for one another as the 14 celebs were tested to their limits in trails designed to provoke fear, inflict pain and discomfort.
  • Laughter  – lots of it! None more so than when the celebs were put through their paces in Tucker Trials – Meal of Fortune ( quiet possibly the funniest thing I’ve seen on TV in years – Thanks Justin, Shane, Dermott and Sam for the laughs)
  • And friendship,  unbreakable bonds that formed ever so quickly– bonds one assumes will be lifelong. The contestants transformed before the eye, some physically, others spoke of internal changes – personal growth, clarity of purpose and vision.
  • And Julia Morris and Dr Chris Brown – a finer, more endearing duo would be hard to find.

And as the show wrapped last night, I can boldly declare that I’m done with reality TV for 2019. Nothing, I repeat nothing, could compare.

Time to get a life!! Take a leaf out of my jungle friends book and clarify my purpose and vision in this wonderful adventure called life – whilst following my Jungle crushes closely on Insta – Julia, Dr Chris, Yvie and Justin (swoon)

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Ode to Pulp

Musical Regrets – I have a few and they surface every now and then

I’ve been enjoying driving around the city of Sydney once again. After 2 years on public transport I am now the proud temporary owner of a Nissan Pulsar circa 2001.

Nothing beats driving around the city listening to my ‘retro’ cd collection.

On Saturday morning, as I prepared to go to an 8am gym session I closed my eyes and reached in the direction of my cd stack – my hand landed on something special and I made a quick dash to the car.

Pulp came to Sydney in 1998.  Reading up on the band prior to writing this post, the UK group were best known in the mid- 1990s, reluctant participants in the ‘Britpop’ movement that included bands such as Oasis and Blur.

I had an friend who was caught up in the Britpop movement, avid reader of ‘ The Face’ fashion and culture magazine and heavily invested in the pop feud that had engulfed Oasis and Blur. Despite living 17,000kms from the epicentre of this movement, this Aussie chick flew the Union Jack in Austinmer loud and proud.

I was a fair-weather fan, only on rare occasions did I find myself caught up in the fanfare. And then once day I was invited to see Pulp at the Enmore Theatre. Squeal!!

But I got sick. Sick with an illness that ‘normally’ befriends the elderly and the unlucky. Polyarteritis nodosa, inflammation of the blood vessels. And that was just the start, I was a mixed bag of ill-health and the Pulp concert came and went.

Whilst not a true fan, I was disappointed. Yet instead of wallowing I set aside my sadness and got on with life. Months passed and my health returned. I forgot about the concert and all that the year 1998 had come to represent.

I am unsure of when I ‘rediscovered’ Pulp. Yet when I did I was ready to listen.

And what a joy to listen to songs that made me smile as distant memories surfaced once more.

It’s 1994 and my Year 10 Art Teacher is proclaiming that in the year 2000 she will meet up with a long-lost love t ( a pact made whilst listening to the Pulp hit ‘ Disco 2000’) ‘ Sorted out for E’s and Whizz’ – the song perfectly capturing the music festival scene I immersed myself in with gusto in the Mid-1990’s:

‘Oh is this the way they say the futures meant to feel?

Or just 20,000 people standing in a field’

Jarvis Cocker, lead singer of Pulp, the epitome of cool.

Some 20 years later, I understand my Aussie friends investment in the Britpop movement.

Musical Regrets, I have a few.

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