Archive for January 25th, 2007

Wow.

I’ve just got called down to the front desk to collect some flowers that had randomly turned up there. Cue some very puzzled porters. And an even more puzzled JTA, actually.

[If you’re no’ a fan o’ sappy weediness, ye shud look awa’ noo…]*

Just for the record, Ruth is far too good for me, and I don’t deserve her at all, and I love her enormously, and she has a wonderful talent for making life seem better, even when everything is tiring and stressful and bleak. So a huge thank-you, and I love you to her, and hooray, because you are so very wonderful and kind! And also I appear to be full of cheer and smiles. Hooray!

[Yez can all carry on wi’ yer readin’ from heer. It’s safe noo]

*I’ve been typing in vaguely Scots since December. I’ve no idea why.

All together for the final push…

Four performances left to go. This is good; the whole thing is getting enormously tiring. Also, being the Principal-with-least-stage-time, and having known all my lines for something close to two months now, such adrenaline as I get from the wretched thing remains minimal. Still, the audiences are mostly enjoying it, which is never a bad thing, since they’re the people who are actually shelling out hard cash to come and look at it…

Saturday is going to be a nightmare, however – I’ve one of my Need-To-Get-Up-At-0630-To-Get-To-Oxford Saturday duties, which finishes at 1300, so I can run like blue murder to the bus stop, leap dashingly onto the already-departing X39 by means of a ninja rope and stylish crashing-through-the-emergency-door routine, then fall into the CX for a 1430 matinee, die from exhaustion, do the evening performance plagued once again by deja-vu and then go home, have a thanksgiving dinner that couldn’t be beat and never get up until the next morning.

Still keep falling asleep on buses; I must be getting soft – if I’d kept doing that on the X39 the Muxton-and-Lilleshall Arseholes Brigade would’ve played all manner of practical jokes being malicious cockwits on me. On the other hand, a maroon blazer probably doesn’t look as intimidating as a “I can sue you if I want” -implying suit. Although, to be fair, I got grabbed and shaken by that blazer way less after I shoved a couple of drawing pins through the lapels…

Anyway. I remain very tired.

I’ve also continued reading stuff, so I guess I should give you and update on that, since I’ve nowt better to do but go have lunch.

Since the 15th, therefore, I’ve racked up:

8) A Pinch of Snuff, which is good; trying to go through the Dalziel & Pascoe series in order; Ruth says it’s better that way because of returning characters…
9) The Historian, lent to me by Liz, playing the Fairy in Panto. I rather liked that; not normally a fan of dracula type stuff, but since he was killing archivists…
10) The Power House – working through John McNab, at the moment.
11) The Game of Diplomacy, which is a bit strange; I don’t think I agree with the man on a lot of points, but then it is from the ’70’s. Also, it seems to be amazingly hard to get, so if it isn’t on the same floor of the library you work in as your office, it might be a bit harder. The NLW should have a copy, though, for you Aber people who are curious.

Have fun!