Imagine that: Me, sound asleep in my bed, enjoying a wonderful afternoon nap (didn’t get enough sleep last night, but let’s talk about this later) and nice dreams – then my phone rings.
I jump out of bed, now wide awake, as you are the first 30 seconds when are being rudely awakened, and answer the phone.
There goes the operator: “Hello. Someone tries to call you from abroad and asks you to pay for the call. It will cost you…”
No further information on who would call and from which country they are.
What the heck? I just hung up and tossed the phone away ’cause this computer-generated message had rip-off written all over it. Well, not literally “written”, but you get what I mean, right?
But once I actually started to wake up (like, really wake up as opposed to ‘being awake’ as in ‘not asleep’) I began to wonder.
After all, I had never had a phone call from abroad other than on Skype. So what if there are computer-voiced operators who tell you nothing but the amount of money you have to pay to take the call, nowadays?
(And what if it was something important? Like Hollywood wanting to buy the rights to turn my life into a movie? Or Bollywood, while we’re at it…)
Aaaaanyways – to cut the long story short: I just wanted to check with you guys that none of you actually just used the good old telephone to reach me this arvo. (Just making sure I didn’t dismiss the chance to talk to you.)
Now let’s move on to the subject of why I didn’t get enough sleep last night.
The reason is Canadian and puts on awesome life shows.
I’m talking about Bryan Adams.
Mum and I went to see his show in Stuttgart last night and believe me if I say it was one hell of a night.
He might be-…… Oh my God, as I’m typing this, I just realised they used my photo (the one I shared on Instagram/Twitter shortly after the show last night) in the tour diary on the official BA website. Without picture credit. But it’s mine. It’s mine.
See, here it is again. Same thing.
Actually, I’m quite proud. Yesterday I was featured on the big screen with one of my tweets (with byline), today there is my pic. Oh my God.
Yeah, sorry, I realise I’m totally slipping off into rambling-mode here, but I am actually a little bit taken aback right now.
Somewhere in between anger (copyright infringement? No, not really, but it would have been nice to have my name there so that people know that I have taken the pic) and proud and happiness.
Yay. They posted my pic!
Actually… he’d better make sure they give me credit. I’m an entertainment journalist. I could totally ruin him.
Naaahhh… wouldn’t do that. His show was too awesome for me to do him any harm. I love music.