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30 September 2003

:: Culture Vulture ::

All set for a brisk rehearsal this evening, in which the actors playing waitresses play supermarket checkout girls getting ready for a night out at the bar where the waitresses work. It all makes perfect sense to me - what more do you expect when there are only 4 actresses to play the waitresses and all their customers? You'll just have to come along and see it to find out how they (and I) cope.

In a foolhardy bout of insanity, brought on partly by the recent arrival of my pay packet and partly by a litany of drunken promises, I am to commit yet more of my "free" time to the arts. Not content with having three days of rehearsals a week, La Gribouilleuse and I are going to see Young Adam tomorrow. This follows hot on the heels of my visit to the ICA last week with Blondinka B: shunning convention at every turn, we opted to see Iranian heist flick Crimson Gold. This is a film I would certainly recommend, although Tarantino, it isn't. Not content with this, La Grib and I have also booked tickets to see Midsummer Night's Dream at the comedy Theatre next week. By coincidence, this acclaimed production stars Simon Scardifield, my second cousin once removed (!), as Puck. I discovered this at my Great Uncle's birthday a few weeks ago and have never met him, so no chance of a nepotisic conflab. Perusing my diary, this leaves me with astonishingly few occasions before Shakers Re-Stirred in which to socialise, relax and do my washing. I ought to be careful or something funny will happen to my head...

Oh...That's better!

(thanks to b3ta's Bingowings)



Such galavanting gives me less time to compile the regular news digests which form a significant chunk of this blog. A blessed relief for some, I suspect. Here are two silly items anyway: the ever-resourceful Swiss have invented a plate for the spaghettically challenged. And this site restores my faith in the dastardly nature of humanity. Refresh the page for an unending supply of meanness. Actually most of it's pretty lame. So don't bother clicking...

As a way of seeing people I might have neglected of late, I've decided to throw a party in early November. Details are still a little sketchy, but the theme has already been chosen: The Ambassador's Reception!

Monsieur, wiz zees Ferrero Rocher you are really spoileeng us!

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