Am worried hubby is suffering from severe stimulation overload (no you perv's not that kind, well actually perhaps that a bit too) but the kind where he never has a moment without some kind of outside information being fed into his poor confused, deepfried brain.
He wakes up to the alarm, goes into the shower where he puts the radio on, loudly, gets on tube with ipod on, gets to work where he is sitting with an editor all day watching the tv screen, listening to the latest musical compositions and watching latest cut of the film, whilst doing his emails, talking on the phone and listening to his ipod, gets back on tube, with for said ipod plugs in ears, gets home puts tv on, whilst on the computer. Comes to bed wanting to watch movie in bed, then goes to sleep listening to podcasts on ipod. I often wake in the middle of the night with Stephen Fry between us, his rhythmical ramblings dragging me back to consciousness....last night he came in with a 'sleep monitor' downloaded on his phone that he slept with under the pillow!
Whatever happened to good old peace and quiet? Time for your brain to breath. Time to spend together without being fed information; time to stare into each other’s eyes?
I did actually throw a wee strop when the computer came to bed with us. I was laying there with my complete works of Shakespeare feeling rather smug and inteligent. Truth was I had an audition in the morning and been asked to do a classical speech and realized the last time I had done any Shakespeare was in college and I only new one speech and was really just counting the minutes before I could sneakily exchange it for my new found guilty pleasure- smut/trash crap novel SCANDELOUS by Tilly Bagshaw (even the authors name is scrumptiously cheep) I had forgotten how deliciously fun time can be, how quickly the hours are gobbled with such yummy, sexy, trash. A girlfriend had given me the guilty little book before I boarded a plane from NYC a few days ago, she approached me suruptiously pulling me aside and whispered 'did I ever read trashy novels' it felt like she was admitting to a drug addiction and was allowing me into her dirty little secret...she actually just didn’t want the extra weight deducted from her 23kilos on BA. Anyway I have never enjoyed a 7-hour flight more, was totally put out when we landed and I was still 3 chapters from the end and I have been trying ever since to get a sneaky moment to see what revenge the 'sexy powerful scientist' gets on the 'nasty, handsome professor'. I took it on the tube yesterday but was too embarrassed to get it out, I have tried tearing the front cover off but am sure people are reading over my shoulder, specially the bits where ' he takes her over the desk in the masters chambers at Cambridge...Anyway the point was that the moment the computer, the ipod, iphone,the home phone, the tv, dvd, playstation and Tilly Bradshaw were turned off...I discovered that hubby can quote the whole of Julius Cesar by heart and Shakespeare is damn sexy!
