:: Dramarama - Dodgy Karma ::

So frantic have my preparations been for Shakers Re-Stirred Revived that I've had little time to concentrate on matters blog. After a meeting with the landlord of the pub where we're hoping to stage it, I got a call from one of the actresses. She pulled out making the projected January production less likely. However, good news arrived today - we may have found a new Adele. She's seen the play before and works with one of the others. Fingers crossed... What with another 2 plays currently in production and Amadeus in the pipeline for June, our drama group is committed to a hell of a lot. So throwing yet another thing at them might cause a ruckus. A long grovelling phonecall to the Chairman awaits...

Despite my recent lack of presence on the blog front, others have quietly joined our world of cyber-journals. It has come to my attention that Wideboy is now a web fixture. What's more, the work-shy blighter appears to have nothing better to do than update it every single day. I hope his bosses are more lenient than this poor chap's: he got the sack for posting a compromising photo on his blog. Don't worry, it's not as exciting as it sounds - it appears that most firings are rather prosaic after all.

The inability to restrict a blog's readership is both a joy and hazard of this ubiquitous form of self-promotion. Blogger now even provides advice on what to do if your mum discovers your blog...

Christmas is fast approaching and whilst I haven't even considered what presents to buy people, the thought of making decorations has already crossed my mind. How about a few of these? Click on the pic for instructions:

And finally... after days of obnoxious precipitation, delayed trains and soggy hoodies, the weather has cleared up. Although this has provided useful information regarding which of my shoes are still waterproof (poor Tigger had to play dodge-the-puddle last night, in a vain attempt to keep the tootsies dry), I haven't resolved the umbrella dilemma. As a general rule, I loathe these mechanical toadstools and their propensity for blinding passers-by. However, a recent soaking at one of Network Rail's less watertight establishments may have convinced me that resitance is futile. It was therefore with some relief that I witnessed this happy chap smiling across Clerkenwell's grimy brickwork this afternoon: