Lately, I too have been making up words. Here’s a brief list:

Buttprovement: an increase in the tone / shape of one’s butt. Eg. ’since Eleesha has started pilates, she has seen some incredible buttprovement.’

Thingamatunity: an opportunity offered by a thingamajig. Eg. ‘I missed Canning Highway, so I’ll leave the freeway at the next thingamatunity.’

Foodovers: leftovers of food. Eg. ‘I can’t be bothered cooking so I’ll eat these foodovers instead’. There is no real point to using this word, except that it sounds tastier than ‘leftovers’.

Anyway, we went to see Faust last night. It was really good, and even better than Carmina Burana because there were surtitles that you could read, and we had seats where we got to see most of the action. We were all a bit disappointed by Faust, who was really old and had no sex appeal whatsoever (you could see why he needed to make a pact with the devil to get laid), but Marguerite and Mephistopheles kicked butt. So did Siebel, who was played by a woman since there are no castradi in Perth or, indeed, anywhere.

The funniest bits where were when Valentin toasted Marguerite, and all the other soldiers toasted her too (she was so the village bicycle, despite constantly claiming to be pure and virginal), and when the soldiers came back from war and there was one with a head injury who stood there staring at the audience for the whole scene. The best bit, though, was when they sneakily moved the choir into the upper circle for the last act - that’s where the angels are singing from heaven - and when they started singing everyone was like ‘huh? wha? where are they coming from? Oh man, whoa!!’. It was quite amazing.

aND iN oTHER nEWS, Eleesha told me last night that Tomas and her are planning to have a child. Can you believe that? She’s off the pill already and taking buttprovement classes so that she’ll be better able to carry the unborn rugrat. Tomas hasn’t said anything about it yet but I assume he’s okay with the idea and not being held hostage. Imagine Tomas as a dad, though. That’s scary. I mean, the guy rides around Freo on a scooter and lives on cheese-on-toast. I wonder if he’ll change much over the next few years?