All gingered up

You know that feeling you get when you totally nail the perfect gift?

I got it last night as I sat in the fourth row of a Tim Minchin concert at the Sydney Opera House forecourt, sharing the Christmas pressie I gave DD.

Those seats were sooooooo AWESOME. As was Tim.

Go the gingers!

Tim really is quite something. I don’t normally fancy redheaded men (only another ginger can say that), but he’s a sexy beast in his skintight jeans and rock star eye make-up. And he’s funny. And he can sing like an angel.

Phwoar.

It was the perfect night for laughter and song, as it had been a bugger of a day.

While we sat on the Opera House steps before the gig, drinking expensive cheap champagne and eating dhal and rice and German sausage, I told DD his original Christmas present was going to be a life drawing of me in the buff.

You see, I won a two-hour session with a life drawing artist at a Girls Night In last year, but I got my wires crossed on the date and she couldn’t fit me in pre-Christmas.

I went into a complete panic about what to get him after that, until I was saved by a Tim Minchin pre-sale notification (and a little voice in my head that remembered DD LOVES Tim Minchin songs).

DD stared at me when I told him about the life drawing: “You were going to re-gift something you won as my Christmas present?”

Well, yes, but I’d have paid for the framing. That’s VERY expensive.

“You were going to give me a naked picture of yourself to hang on my wall as my Christmas present?”

Well, yes, but it would have been arty and abstract-y, no one would have known it was me.

The look on his face suggested the life drawing session falling through was quite serendipitous.

Getting those tickets was HELL. The Sydney Opera House booking website melted down just as I was paying for my super-duper-fourth-row-I-am-the-best-present-giver-in-the-world tickets and was so overwhelmed by traffic that I couldn’t get back onto it for 30 minutes.

When I finally did, I managed to buy another two not-quite-so-good tickets as I thought I’d lost the original super-duper ones … only to discover a few days later I’d bought all four (The Opera House kindly refunded the accidental two as I wasn’t the only one to have freaked out).

Anyway, last night was totally awesome. The rain stayed away and all that laughter was the perfect tonic.

Here are some happy snaps (including some terrible selfies of me) …

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Song of the day: Tim Minchin “Prejudice” (how could it be anything else)

In our modern free-spoken society
There is a word that we still hold taboo
A word with a terrible history
Of being used to abuse, oppress and subdue
Just six seemingly harmless letters
Arranged in a way that will form a word
With more power than the pieces of metal
That are forged to make swords

A couple of Gs, an R and an E, an I and an N
Just six little letters all jumbled together
Have caused damage that we may never mend
And it’s important that we all respect
That if these people should happen to choose
To reclaim the word as their own
It doesn’t meant the rest of you have a right to it’s use

So never under estimate
The power that language imparts
Sticks and stones may break your bones
But words can break hearts
A couple of Gs – jeez, unless you’ve had to live it
An R and an E – even I am careful with it
An I and an N – and in the end it will only offend
Don’t want to have to spell it out again…

Yeah

Only a ginger can call another ginger, ginger
Only a ginger can call another ginger, ginger
So listen to me if you care for your health
You won’t call me ginger ‘less you’re ginger yourself
Only a ginger can call another ginger, ginger

When you are a ginger life is pretty hard
Years of ritual bullying in the school yard
Kids calling you Ranga and Fanta Pants
No invitation to the high school dance
But you get up and learn to hold your head up
You try to keep your cool and not get het up
But until the feeling of I’ll is truly let up
Then the word is ours and ours alone

Don’t you know that…
Only a ginger can call another ginger, ginger
Only a ginger can call another ginger, ginger
So if you call us ginge we just might come unhinged
If you don’t have a fringe with at least a tinge of the ginge in it
Only a ginger can call another ginger, ginger

Now listen to me, we’re not looking for sympathy
Just because we’re sensitive to UV
Just ’cause we’re pathetically pale
We do alright with the females

Yeah I like to ask the ladies ’round for ginger beer
And soon they’re running their fingers through my ginger beard
And dunking my ginger nuts into their ginger tea
And asking if they can call me ginge
And I say, “I don’t think that’s appropriate!”

‘Cos only a ginger can call another ginger, ginger
Only a ginga can call another ginga, ginga
And all the ladies, they agree it’s a fact
Once you’ve gone ginge, she can’t go back
Only a ginger can call another ginger, ginger

Yeah go ginge, go you funky ginge
Yeah, funky ginger mofo

Yeah, you can call us bozo or fire truck
You can even call us carrot top of blood nut
Yeah, you can call us match stick or tampon
But fucking with the G-word is just not on

If you’re a ginger-phobe and you don’t like us
We will stand up to the fight if you want to fight us
But if you cut yourself you might catch gingivitis
So maybe you should shut your funky mouth

Only a ginger can call another ginger, ginger
Only a ginger can call another ginger, ginger

So if you call us ginge you can’t whinge if your injured
If you don’t have a tinge of the ginge in your minge

Only a ginger can call another ginger, ginger
And you know my kids will always be clothed and fed
‘Cos Papa’s gonna be bringing home the gingerbread
And they’ll be pretty smart because they’ll be well-read
And by “read” I mean “read” and the other kind of “red”, woo!

Only a ginger can call another ginger, ginger
Only a ginga can call another ginga, ginga
Just like only a ninja can sneak up on another ninja

Yeah, only a ginger, only a ginger, only a ginger, yeah
Are you all listening-a, I’m not pointing the finger
I just happen to sing-a
I’m just remindin’ ya

That only a ginger can call another ginger…
Ginger

 

 

 

 

 

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7 thoughts on “All gingered up

  1. Tim Minchin is a sensational performer and musician. I love him too…in a Pinky-like way!
    Oh, and good choice as a Xmas present. The other plan may have been really a bit too soon, I reckon!

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