Le Tour pour Noel

I have been doing the traditional, once-yearly tour de France. Only it's not the tour de France, but rather le tour de Malte pour un joyeux Noel. Or something like that. I actually always like the idea at first, until a Christmas shop starts looming up. Then... I suddenly hate it. I hate these shops who pretend to be a Christmas village, when they're not. There's no real Santa in there. No real reindeer or even make-believe ones. There are just plastic baubles in gold, red, blue and silver. Not even glass baubles which I could cope with. And now shops want to seal my bag, including the strap as if I could steal anything by a strap. Humbug, people are turning nuts now. And while I remain very unimpressed, my boyfriend thinks he's in heaven and it's finally the time to buy all sorts of sparkly gadget just because it's Christmas. Men and Christmas. I guess it's ok to run wild and havoc because of all the lights. But come January it'll be a battle of wits as to who should pack all things up. Usually it's me. But this time it'll be different.

Baklava

I am trying to be objective about some many things. I'm not sure I can make it, but I'll try. I saw Baklava's performance yesterday and I think it was damn good. More than that, it was flawless. And I am trying to be objective. And yes it made me excited. Because I know what my twin had to go through to reach that level of fine violin playing. It was gruelling practise and that is what makes me admire him even more. It never came easy for him, so he deserves it. I also know that some people have a problem with him popping up at every TV station. And of course they have a right to their opinion. But... he's my twin, so sorry I cannot agree. Not now, and not ever. I know I do the dirty work. I pick out what he wears, his hairstyle, his stage make-up. And I'm not complaining. We can work together like those tiny bits of sawed teeth that come with a clock. And yes we give results, because it's a two-man show.

So let's try and be objective again. I guess Baklava can hold some serious hope. And again I am trying to be objective. Kamekaze Lover is one strange song. It's weird, eerie, but Baklava pulled it off. It was three minutes when my heart stopped in rapture. I know my twin is not exactly shy. But this time it was something else. My twin is so good at talking, to people, talking his way out of anything. But this time he had to stick religiously to a script. And he still managed to pull it off. And objectively, it's so good, it was so good, and hopefully it'll be even better. Good luck guys.