My Royal Wedding

So with the Royal Wedding officially in progress and in the good spirit of PROCRASTINATION, I thought it an appropriate moment to take some time out from my NEIS study with a little interlude about my favourite thing in the world, The King.

ELVIS PRESLEY.

What a guy...

When I was a child, every Sunday at approximately 1pm, my brother, sister and I would deposit ourselves around the Idiot Box to watch an Elvis film. Sometimes, if we were lucky, we were in for a double feature. Oh the joy!

It really was the only way to truly stop us kids from arguing.

Elvis: The World's Greatest Babysister.

Let it be known, that I was in LOVE (and still am for that matter).

I really thought that I would marry the guy someday. Elvis and I, together forever in harmonious marital bliss. Probably propped on a Ferris Wheel, or double saddle on a palamino, him confessing his dedication to me, all in the wonderfully entertaining format of song. This deep infatuation continued, until one fateful day, probably when I was about 10, when my mother informed me that he was, in fact, DEAD.

I. Was. Devastated.

What about my our wedding day? Who would serenade me now?

...not Elvis, it seemed.

What is it about The King that has capured the hearts of men and women alike from every race and creed known?

Was it his smouldering good looks?
His melt-your-heart vocal delivery?
His killer karate chops?
His sparkling white jumpsuit?
His comedic genius?
His inspried pelvis?

Well, they were all good.....but I vote pelvis.

He really was so very special.

The 60's was my favourite era. Those movies have fascinated and inspired me to this day and I am still on the eternal artistic expedition to write a song that Elvis would sing in one of his films.

I have tried many times.

Yes.

Elvis.

What a guy...

Below is a link to my favourite scene ever from an Elvis film. Something weird happens to my brain when I watch this. I can't explain it. If you look closely, you can almost see Ann Margret's ovaries spewing out eggs in King Presley's general direction. Who could blame her, really?...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qiJ7uQfogKA

KateInc

Today I started the NEIS program (a government run project to help people start up their own businesses). It's basically a grant system which provides you with a fortnightly retainer for a year while you are trying to become self-employed. I managed to get onto this course, only by the skin of my teeth, after insisting that my business (the business of Being Kate, that is) was simply perfect for the project. They eventually agreed to let me be involved, probably after realising that I would most certainly continue to badger them until they gave in.

So, after a liver challenging weekend past in Melbourne and an over enthusiastic late night catch up with friends upon my return last night, I awoke with that familiar old feeling of too-much-booze-too-little-sleep. I sported a intense and enduring thousand mile stare for most of the morning session which, I hope, could have been mistaken for deep concentration.

I really hope I haven't missed anything largely important. Surely it's all formalities on days like this?

Hmmmm...

The ideas for businesses were balls-out, hearts-on-sleeve and wide-eyed. I share the class with a hypnotist, a yacht maker and a couple of fairies (the kind of child entertainment), amongst others. My business was different to most. When it was my turn to speak, I explained that my business was essentially 'Just Kate' and that my favourite business titles so far are KateInc or xKateOrDiex.

I think most of the other participants think I am slightly mad, and perhaps they are correct....perhaps.