tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50958972011-04-22T01:07:56.292Z: write-ups : links : short stories : poetry :Davehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06441029634097828565noreply@blogger.comBlogger2311100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5095897.post-1143304025078516902006-03-25T16:26:00.000Z2006-05-03T15:45:36.556Z

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Last week, Bezuhoff was in town. Knowing that only one night was to be available for socialising, he decreed that all available souls should join him at 19.30 at Opium, a haunt he'd visited and approved the night before. I met Tigger some time before the appointed hour, allowing us time to potter in a Oxford Street's lingerie departments, but not, sadly, to enjoy a cocktail in a bar we actually

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Seems to be a slight delay with the whole wireless network at home thing. In fact, I'm very happy with the new machine and am connected to the interweb now. ...It's just that I happen to be piggybacking on my neighbour's unsecured wireless network rather than my own. The only question in my mind is: do I leave my own network unsecured (when it's finally set up) to begin a wireless community

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Since I'm about to regain a decent internet connection at home - and a new computer, it' seems likely that Devukha will be back on the road soon. There are lots of things to fix I see: comments to be restored, formatting rejuvenated, links to be updated/removed/replaced.Eventually, a redesign seems in order. It's pretty timely, given the fact that I've been doing this (on and off!) for nearly

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All of us go through our quiet patches, Taxloss seems to have given up the ghost on the personal blog front, while Hyp is managing to keep up a steady stream of incisive and amusing observations. And even the most stellar of cyber performers go through the odd hiatus... So, my proposition is this, over the next few weeks I'm planning to completely rework the site, remove some old links and start

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I am still alive - just "resting" the blog for a little (not unlike Taxloss!) while I get on with other things, such as:   • Compiling another SLT crossword...  • Attempting to find a new flat mate who isn't a total nutter  • Working rather hard.  • Going to Wales and not engaging in a big gay orgy More of that later...

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For the second day in a row, I have arrived at my desk at 7.45. I say this not to brag, but as a comment on how busy I've been at work. Hence the post-drought since my return from NYC. I left the house at just before 7, cast my vote at the earliest opportunity and headed to work via a slightly different route. This proved a salutory reminder of why I no longer travel to work via London Bridge

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Yes, I know, it has been rather a long time. Currently I'm in New York with Lava Lamp, tripping the light fantastic and splurging inappropriately. After the obligatory tourist hell yesterday, we did at least manage a bit of culture this afternoon. Sadly, L Russe Bezuhoff has been called back to London(!) for his grandmother's funeral, so we've done a bit of a swap. Nevertheless, we should get to

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Bit of a posting drought as, like Dr Rufus, I'm grappling with a time-consuming new job. Never mind, here are a few vignettes:   • Linux looks to Hilton for exposure - one of my favourite from this year's crop of April foolery. Snopes and Wikipedia have also come up with long lists of reported hoaxes.   • Not fooled? The Beeb also produced a list of apparent hoaxes that turned out to be true.

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I've done it, a seven pound leg of lamb (one of the few things I stil quantify in imperial!) is sitting in the fridge, waiting for Sunday's feast. One of the joys of working near Smithfield is the ready availability of quality meat. And to top it off, I popped into the local branch of Nicolas to buy something to wash it down with: a pleasant Rully and what promises to be a delectable bottle of

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Life in the office would be perfect at the moment, but for one thing. Blue skies, sunny day, seat next to the open window might appear to add up to a favourable working environment, but the dodgy cleaners have broken/stolen my cafetière. As a result, I'm now having to use a tea infuser to brew my morning cup of Skybury-blend coffee. Whilst the result is considerably more palatable than the

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Due to several days off work, mostly spent manufacturing a papier mâché tree for this, things have all gone a bit quiet. I'm not the only one who's on a bit of a hiatus though... At least Dr Rufus is back in the land of the cyber-living. Oh, and I also have to finish compiling a crossword for tomorrow, which is a bit too much hassle for my liking. May be I should invest in some helpful software,

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:: Oven-Hoover :: Another week, another production: only two more performances of this to go: It's made a change for me, doing sound, painting set (photos soon available to view online) and not acting. Currently there seems to be a competition as to which wag can bastardise the name of the play in the most hilarious fashion. Surely it can't be that hard to pronounce... I was disappointed to

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:: Central Heating :: With the snow encroaching on London in recent days, I have resorted to wearing my bumblebee scarf, with the result that I resemble a cross between one of the Bash Street Kids and Tom Baker. It was thus attired that I trotted off to treat Lava Lamp to a spot of Russian lunch: hearty borsch and a lovely shashlyk (plus a cheeky vodka to ward off the chill)... And once again,

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:: Poop Poop! :: With the inevitable time-drain caused by Toad (only doing the lighting, mind), a lapse in updates was only to be expected. Fear not - some of my precious time has indeed been allocated to trawling the web for crap. That's not to say I haven't been helped a little by cyber-accolytes and trusted sources:  • Wilverine came up trumps with this previously unenvisaged splicing of

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:: Wizened Crones :: Let me clarify one thing - I don't give a flying monkey's about a couple of wrinkly divorcees getting hitched... but I was amused by the way the local paper reported Chuck's impending marriage to Camilla Park 'n' Ride (it's not necessary to read more than the headline).

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:: All Hands To The Pump! :: I spotted a bottle of this on a colleague's desk and had to share: And while we're on the subject of smut, that also happens to be the title of a song by Tom Lehrer that I shall be performing on Saturday, along with a couple of his other hits. I shall not attempt a rendition of the infamous Elements song, seen here in animated form (yes, I know it's a repost).

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:: Happy Days... :: Having taken the day off today (always a good idea during show week), I decided to make use of my new V&A membership. An added bonus of this trip was my first venture into the Members' Room, tucked away beyond the glass gallery on level 4. I was suitably gratifed to find the atmosphere civil, well-upholstered and quiet - surely a welcome relief on days when the masses of

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:: Stuck Here Like A Couple Of Bollards... :: Not much to post about at the mo, as I'm heavily involved in final preparations for the following: So, if you fancy seeing me made up to look like Uncle Fester, then come along... Well, at least I'm doing better than Dr Rufus, who hasn't managed a web-utterance since my birthday.

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:: The Kindness Of Strangers :: I received an unsolicited text message today:hi honey hope your [sic] well, are you going to the gym tonight? i can pick you up on route [sic]. we need to be toned godess's [sic] for miami! let Me know chick x xNow this was a little odd. Going to the gym? Off to Miami? I think not. But has my pendantry scaled such heights that I feel obliged to correct each error

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:: Curses! :: No Friday round-up from me. The ravages of last minute work queries and an impending Roberto Zucco rehearsal mean that my customary pre-weekend pile of toss has been cruelly curtailed. "Disappointed" readers will have to put up with feeble linkage regarding the myriad uses of WD-40 and the sorry fate of a chicken whose name is no longer particularly apposite. So, on the day

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:: And I'll Cry If I Want To :: Well, it seems even Patrick Moore is celebrating my birthday. Final preparations are underway for tonight's toned down knees-up: I got up at 7 to make houmous before leaving for work. Understandably (given the amounts of garlic used), my flatmates were unwilling to taste my immaculate confection at that ungodly hour, so I'll just have to hope the guests like it

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:: Oh No It Isn't :: Against my better judgment, I'm heading off to the Panto this evening. Not for enjoyment you understand, but to support one of my flatmates, whose lycra-clad expositions of enforced jollity will doubtless make me cringe. In a bid to recover the high cultural ground, I hope to be making use of my new V&A membership (thanks, Mum!) in the near future. Meanwhile, in the

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:: Gloat Over :: So now it's back to the grindstone, the cheerless London wind biting at my heels and only a blur of memories and a bloated stomach to remind me of a paradisal week en France. Soon to return to New York, Bezuhoff is conducting a farewell perfomance on Saturday and then the festivities really will be over. I didn't take any photos, having now turned into a complete camera-phobe,

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:: Bonne Année etc... :: So here I am, then. Sat in an internet café in the shadow of the Centre Pompidou, being serenaded, somewhat bizarrely, by the strains of London's Jazz FM. And do you know what? Despite my misgivings, I'm loving it in Paris, especially the 4th arrondissement, where our apartment is located - see here for a hilarious if slightly innaccurate description. Paris is my (now

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:: Seasonal Musings :: Merry Christmas one and all... I'm heading back to the Smoke after a lovely Christmas chez Maman in Cumbria. In fact it's been my first true white Christmas since 1981, when we had some bemused foreign students staying and my dad tried to light a bonfire in the snow. He resorted to petrol in the end. I'm seeing the old man tomorrow in the manic rush to get round all the

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:: Is that an ironic statement? :: Yes, it's that time of the year when kiddies save up all their pocket money to buy some tat for Mummy. It's too late to get them delivered before the big day now, but the b3ta gift guide does list some good stuff. Many of the books are available throughout the UK if you've still got stuff to get in the Christmas Eve dash. Sadly you won't be able to benefit from

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:: "People had drunk a lot of Dom Perignon champagne and it was late..." :: In true Hypatia style, I begin today's round-up with a pertinant quote from everyone's favourite gay Tory defector. After being deposed from the top job at my favourite cultural institution, "millionaire businessman" has, for the most part remained outside the media gaze. His quip was a justification for dashing off to

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:: Tis The Season :: I'm feeling pretty smug this year, as I seem to have managed to finish all my Christmas shopping a full week earlier than I normally would. Like everyone else I've done much of it online and not set foot on hellish Oxford Street. And I've even found the perfect online outlet to spend all my Christmas money: Threadless is the coolest T-Shirt site ever. Not only is it cheap,

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:: Whatever Happened to Baby Devukha? :: Nightmare of a week, this. The wheels ahve been falling off every work project in sight and I'm beginning to wonder if I really have taken on too much this time. Four productions in 2 months next year - 3 of them at South London Theatre and another doing lighting for the Dulwich Players. Thank God I've now completed my Christmas shopping... Still, no

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:: Grrr... Looks like Roberto Zucco is eating up my weblife again. Long overdue whimsical update now scheduled for... tomorrow.

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:: Jamboree :: Tonight's the night of that dreaded seasonal institution, the Office Christmas Party. An orgy of enforced jollity, and the overwhelming desire to drink as much as possible courtesy of the company are just two reasons why these events are never a good idea. And I haven't even started on the dancing - awkward, bloated gyrations, hampered by an ill fitting suit and one mince pie too

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:: Sing Your Heart Out :: No longer shall I remain silent. I'm off to St Vedast alias Foster to sing Christmas carols in aid of Hope For Children. My non-religious inclinations have been over-ridden by the good cause and the offer of mince pies from the organisers. To get to this jewel designed by Wren, I'll be sauntering down the best named street in London, past the ancient hospital, Barts

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:: Shhh! :: Yes, it's rather quiet round here, isn't it? Probably because I've been trying to sort out another blog for the next show I'm in. More later, but if you're bored, download the Weebl Advent Calendar...

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:: Caught Short :: Well, I'm somewhat bloated today after a departmental meat feast at Rodizio Rico last night. Not somewhere I'd recommend for vegetarians, as the main attraction is unlimited barbecued meat. So lunch today was never going to be a big affair; Lava Lamp and I decided that we keep the tradition of "Sushi Friday" alive and went to Yo! Sushi. I suppose that's a bit less antisocial

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:: Glee - Almost a Top-Tenner :: Apart from the worrying events in Ukraine, a number of things have upped my glee-ometer of late. Those who know me well will recognise the steak of schadenfreude which runs through most of these.   • Posh is dead, well, musically at least. much to the aural relief of the nation, Britain's most famous broomstick-stuck-to-a-couple-of-grapefruit has admitted

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:: Kyiv Zeka Ne Prijme! :: An interesting afternoon for me. Whilst the furore raged on the streets of Kyiv (Kiev), I happened to be talking to a colleague based there. This may not be a contest for ruler of the free world, but the fallout from the Ukrainian Presidential election could be grave - pardon the nuclear pun. As I write, Victor Yanukovych has been declared the winner, but crowds still

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:: Snooze Review : My Internal jukebox has gone into overdrive, with irritating ditties such as Dream A Little Dream Of Me the theme from Pigeon Street on a constant loop. On top of that, I had to contend with IJ renderings of Bette Davis Eyes, originally an 80s hit by Kim Carnes. I can only presume this is because I woke up in horror one night to discover Gwyneth Paltrow massacaring it in her

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:: Top Ten Friday :: Although I normally shy away from such lists, lack of inspiration has prevailed today. So here are some of my favourite words, in no particular order, with an apposite link for each:   • plinth   • spangle   • ambergris   • splurge   • porphyry   • blackguard   • isinglass   • palimpsest   • nonchalant   • fortuitous Looking back at this list, I found it intriguing to

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:: Shakes-queer? :: Midsummer Night's Dream continues apace, and with a plethora of highly favourable reviews, we look to be performing to some pretty good houses for the rest of the run. Other articles, interviews and listings which feature the production are (surprise, surprise) accessible by plugging midsummer melmoth into Google. An article from The Londonist points out that at least one

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:: Dullsville :: A dreary couple of days at work for me. My latest mini-project is Automotives - I can hardly keep my eyes open... So it was some relief yesterday to go for lunch with Lava Lamp, followed by a quick trip to Comptoir Gascon to purchase some of their superlative Crème Brûlée. The only other morsels of joy have been Elton John's sweary attempt to get Chris Moyles off the airwaves

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:: A Short Announcement :: Can I just say Yay! for making it 5 days in a row. Anyone would think I didn't have a thing to do... Normal (non-posting) service will be resumed over the weekend.

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:: Friday Feast :: In honour of the new Spam advertising campaign, the Guardian has compiled a cross-section of opinions on that flabby pink pseudo-meat. Surprisingly enough, this mainstay of rationbook cuisine has a devoted following in the US, with a novelty Spam-Mobile handing out free slabs of porky goodness to all and sundry. Resisting (most of) the obvious references, I was interested to

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:: From One Former Superpower To The Current One :: It seems that the Russian press is just as pessimistic about the US presidential election result as I am. And those who sustained consciousness throughout Castro's 4-hour speech would have heard the bearded one (somewhat predictably) rail against the two-term cowboy. There are a number of reasons why Putin might well have supported Bush over

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:: Dead In The Water :: So that's it, then. The All-night Vigil was in vain and the chimp still rules the roost. Our man from the Daily Kos is at least realistic about the positive effect on the Democrat cause in his Grauniad article. The most depressing thing for me (beyond the continued parlous state of international "relations") is four years watching the US economy slip further down the

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:: A Massive Election :: My "day off" (from theatrical activities at least) was squandered in spectacular - but non-alcoholic - style yesterday, when I realised I had left my mobile at Little Timmy's house the night before. Arriving in deepest West London to pick it up, I was promptly invited in for dinner with LT and his charming wife, Double ElL. Several hours later I had become glued to the

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:: Bonne Année à Paris :: After a little financial wrangling (depositing money into Bezuhoff's UK bank account for him to pay in dollars), I've paid for my accommodation in Paris over New Year. With Eurostar on my doorstep (ish) it looks like being a fun hassle-free trip to a city I haven't visited properly for nearly 10 years. I look forward to visiting La Grande Arche De La Défense on a cold

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:: Osculation Cessation :: One of the less reputable Russian dailies has reported that Russian politians are being told not to go for the full-on snog when greeting each other. This long-observed manifestation of comradely affection symbolises for many the murky Soviet past, but the reason given for its prohibition is to save time. The famous mural of Brezhnev and Honecker kissing (here

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:: Sad and Spent :: The Man Who Came To Dinner went well, but I'm now suffering from exhaustion after spending most of the past 5 days in one theatre or another, painting, knob-twiddling and trying to ignore the belly-aching of the Director and Designer. The first night of Midsummer Night's Dream was a success and now I'm back at work. So, a shameless plug for what I believe to be a great show

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:: Mind Mash :: I'm off for a long weekend. "How delightful!" you cry. "Visiting mother-dear in Cumbria? Or a dirt-cheap city-break on the Continent?" Sadly the answer is neither. When I would like nothing more than to put my feet up on the sofa and watch trashy TV (more of that later), my time is to be consumed with theatrical activities. For the next three evenings I'll be strutting the

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:: The Certainty Of Chance :: Are future actions predetermined? Can fate be manipulated to fulfil our own ends? These two unlikely questions popped up in my head as I sat in the theatre on Tuesday. Depending on your appreciation of the space-time continuum, the answer to the first question could be yes or no. But the second seems like some oxymoronic article of faith - the illogical

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:: Ars Magna :: So, I finally made it to the Klütterkammer installation on Sunday with Tigger (plus new-ish other half) and Lava Lamp. Arriving early (and in anticipation of Tigger's tardiness), LL and I settled down to games of chess - both normal and the suicide variant. We decided to venture into the exhibition after a while, although Tigger and friend had not yet turned up, and were not

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:: Foreign Affairs :: Today's post is in honour of Ananova's "we're not racist but we like laughing at silly foreigners" policy. The size used to gild every available surface in Russia's imperial palaces was made from an unlikely combination of sturgeon and vodka according to a Guardian article. Since isinglass is one of my favourite words in the English language (together with "plinth"), I

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:: Just One Word Today :: ARF!

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:: Dirtbox Wednesday :: Last night I received a text from a drunken friend, who shall remain anonymous (name starred out): Hello darling. Would you mind passing the following message to ******? 'Would you like to come on my face?' Thanks very much. xx In honour of the bare-faced cheek of such a request, today's post is dedicated to filth. Puerile and scatological it may be, but some things just

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:: Friday Mixed Bag :: No particular theme today, so a jumble of links. I hope some of them amuse or engage... •  Article of the week, Part 1 (Economy): House Prices. A fairly resounding argument against the Daily Mail-fuelled house-price obsession. Surely it must be obvious that the only people this kind of over-inflation serves are those who are selling property but don't need to buy a new

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:: Wear Your Heroes :: I forgot to mention that you can now buy an Andrew Marr t-shirt from Teemarto, just one of a huge number of online retailers of quirky fashion. Of course, many sites offer the opportunity to design your own clothing (or at least to print some "witticism" on an ill-fitting t-shirt). And the ever-popular CafePress seems to produce a customised version of any old tat,

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:: Alarming Regularity :: Ananova, that bastion of naff news and jokes at the expense of "those crazy Romanians", has recently revealed details of a mother and baby slot at mexican cinemas. Little do they realise, perhaps, that the poncho-wearing Mums of Notting Hill have been able to trot their kitten heels and baby Fallujah along to Electric Scream for some time. Perhaps these po-mo specimens

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:: We Can Work It Out :: *** WARNING: following a lapse in recent blog output, Devukha needs to perform the linkage equivalent of colonic irrigation. Please look away now if easily bored or offended. *** (1) Self-Seeking Saddo Obsessed as ever with web-users' attempts to find me online - or rather their serendipitous discovery of Devukha via Google, I republish some of the choicer search terms

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:: Lame Apology #94 :: My lunch break was stolen from me yesterday by whores (OK, by pestering colleagues). So no "traditional Friday Update", Kugelblitz. Rest assured that I have a multitude of links reserved for Monday. A surprisingly large number of them seem to concern Andrew Marr... Until then, those of you who don't get the b3ta mail-out can enjoy the exploits of the Littlest Hobo in

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:: Sneaker Wars :: Oh how Dr Rufus will be pissed off. Not only am I full of non-admiration for his latest objects of shoe-lust, but I have invested in a pair of Ripstop Mostros with a Combat-green/Day-glo orange colourway. Ubiquitous as this modern classic may be, I can only report that they're as comfortable as pie and don't make my foot look like I've just trodden on a Pokemon character.

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:: Kill All Musicals :: Yay! A hat trick of blog posts. In my cyber absence, I accumulated a wealth of links which never quite formed posts. For your "pleasure", I now collate a series of these into a piece of backdated web-floss... Last month, I was gratified to read an article in the Independent about the decline of the Musical. You might think that a singing thesp of my dramatic hue

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:: Regular Postings :: Could this be the dawn of a new era? Not really - some of the regular crap. The flyer for bAsTaRd... ...and the pick of last month's search terms finding this site:   • tennis pizda   • "moan moan moan" review edinburgh   • big tigger's celeb classic   • sonobe units 900 origami   • pelmeni serving suggestions In case you're looking for explanations

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:: The Last Swallow :: So the rain more-or-less cleared up. And Mummy dear took me on a delightful tour of the lakes. I didn't manage to avoid all the tourist traps, but I was pleased to find a few places not overrun by beaming Japanese fervently photographing every tea-shop in Cumbria. The highlight for me was eerie Wastwater, deserted except for the odd outward-boundy type and glistening

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:: Drowned Rats... :: Um... Taxloss advised me that I should concentrate on shorter, more regular posts. I appear to have succeeded on only one of those accounts... Am now enjoying being drenched in Cumbria chez Maman. Anyone desperate for linkage will have to sit back and sup Virgin Ooze until I return to the net. With the prehistoric dial-up connection here, that may be something of a trial

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:: Dogs Die In Hot Cars :: And Devukhas Die In Hot Offices... It also happens to be the name of a band, much touted by Xfm and recently posited by Wilverine as the "indie band with the silliest name". Personally, I'd go for The Eighties Matchbox B-Line Disaster in that contest... After our geriatric fan finally bit the dust, there's little respite from the Hot Hot Heat of my stuffy office.

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:: Mid-week Fling :: In a change of tactics, I've decided to avoid the dreary once-a-week Friday round-up megapost. This is partly due to the fact that I have a bit more time on my hands. My boss has returned from a two-week stint in Croatia and I no longer feel obliged to hit the desk at 7.30am. All things considered, it hasn't gone too badly in his absence: no doubt I'll receive compensation

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:: Can It Really Be Summer? :: After a pretty drab and unpleasant July, today's burst of summer weather came as something of a shock. Was the squidgy damp mess of St Swithun's Day not set to be repeated for 40 days according to the old saying? Of course I don't believe in that bullshit, but I did notice a marked inconsistency. Some people refer to this 9th century bishop, who was canonised for

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:: Moan, Moan, Moan ::   Um. there's no excuse is there? Unlike Dr Rufus, I haven't been sunning myself in Liguria or drooling over aa new pair of sneakers. No, I've been stuck in the office since 7.30 each morning for the past 2 weeks, trying to keep abreast of the workload as my colleagues sun themselves in places like Ligura (Romania and Croatia, actually). One of them's back now, so I

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:: Newsfelch... :: In the week when some double-jointed mobilista broke the record for the fastest SMS message, I've been rushing around like nobody's business. In case Ms Yeo chipped a nail whilst achieving this feat, she can always print new ones, with a handy new design of inkjet printer. And I can at last kick back my heels and indulge in the latest technology for somnolent souls. In fact

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:: Venite a cena...! :: Last night I went with a couple of the Amadeus cast to see a production of Don Giovanni. Even us stoical English types were a little apprehesive at the prospect of the Garden Opera Company's outdoor extravaganza in yesterday's blustering gales. The prospect of some beautiful surroundings would not have made three hours of Mozart in the rain intolerable. As luck would

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:: Twunted :: It was all looking so good. I had a delicious assortment of web-goodies to proffer my dwindling readership... ...then some demented cNut managed to knock the plug out from my computer. So it's going to have to be a lame review of the week, I suppose. I hope that since the joyous engagement of Hypatia and Taxloss, we won't be treated to a combined orthopaedically challenged "

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:: Aaaaargh! :: Need I say more?

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:: Sunny Outlook :: With this weekend's weather forecast, it should come as no surprise that I'm planning to spend some time at least in the garden. Whilst I shall be adjourning to Tigger's for burnt offerings to celebrate her flatmate's 30th, it might be time to instigate a barbecue of my own. All this in preparation for The Housewarming Party, that mythic and far-off event, when my flatmates

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:: Blog Extra :: How did the Grauniad get away with this headline? And, before I forget, thanks to Hypatia for turning up to see Amadeus.

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:: Rock Me, Amadeus :: After weeks of preparation and hard work, Amadeus is now but a memory, and I have finally succumbed to temptation by mentioning that 80s "classic". You may remember that Falco, the singer - Austria's finest techno artiste no less - was killed in a bizarre accident in 1998. True afficianados can sing along auf Deutsch if they prefer... I'm pretty knackered after the

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:: All movements go too far :: The above quotation Bertrand Russell is a slightly facetious way of admitting that I'm a bit busy to research and write a proper post today. After humping most of my possessions up to the second floor of the new place, I deserve a rest. The fact that it's production week for Amadeus means I won't get one... Like me, it seems Weebl has also been experiencing the

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:: Next To Godliness :: Today marked the unveiling of Michaelangelo's David, cleaned with distilled water and cellulose. What a coincidence then that the wires have been jammed with a spate of cleanliness-related stories: Following Dr Rufus's revelations that medics might not always adhere to the strictest standards of hygiene (see his comments on my last post), I was alarmed to read of the

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:: It Feels Like I've Swallowed 3 Golf Balls :: So, what news from the Devukhadrome? Well, after the success of the Seven Deadly Sins, a swift G&T with "number one fan" Hypatia should have signalled a chance to let my hair down. I was due at 10.30 on Saturday to start building set for Amadeus, so I dragged home my costume and a lovely bunch of sweet william she'd bought me, at a relatively

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:: Hide & Seek :: My annoyance at Ask Jeeves's latest bout of radio advertising (describing themselves as a "find engine") has reminded me of one of Tigger's better recent ideas. We discussed this, incidentally just before last Saturday's gig outing to the Barfly. The three bands we heard deserve a mention: SantaCruz lost out a bit from being first on, but I enjoyed a lot of what they did.

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:: Celeb(?) Spot :: Was surprised to see a TV camera pointing at me as I tried to board the train this morning. Not being at my best in the morning, I was none too pleased to be confronted by the gurning Rogue Traders team. What had I done? Was I ripping off vulnerable housewives by claiming I could replumb their toilets? Am I engaged in a heinous scam to provide illegal immigrants with forged

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:: Lording It Up :: I had a delightful experience yesterday: Red Snapper was back in town and this was my last chance to see her before she returns to New Zealand. Suited up, I arrived at her rather exclusive hotel and we caught up over cocktails in the bar. She looks better than I've seen her in ages: trim, relaxed and vaguely glowing. As I sipped on a rather fabulous Negroni, who should we

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:: Faff-Free Friday :: No time to write a decent post today... At least being busy in the office means I won't be falling asleep at my desk after last night's excesses. In the absence of inspried linkage, take a look at this BBC letters page. I'm particularly fond of the one at the bottom entitled "Look North"...

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:: Twelve Things To Do On A Dreary Wednesday :: 1) Find out how stuff works. 2) Eat your weight in popcorn. This story intrigued me for several reasons. By how much would this increase the man's weight? Does he have some kind of excretion mechanism or isn't he allowed to go until the last kernel has been munched? I'm hoping for his sake that plain popcorn is being used. The prospect of being

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:: Thespians? Need to watch out for them, you know... :: Coming soon to a bar near you: Devukha and Hypatia braying theatrically into pints of G&T, while hapless Taxloss looks on in despair. Only joking - it will be great to catch up though, in the odd moment between luvvie activities... Speaking of which, I spent my lunch hour learning Shakespeare's Sonnet No 129 for our Seven Deadly Sins

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:: Love and a Bit With A Dog :: So consumed was I yesterday to extol the virtues of meteorological and teutonic phenomena that I omitted to recount what I did on Saturday. After 7 days without a respite from rehearsals, I decided to go out with a few friends - to the theatre. Madness! you cry, but some people I know from the South London Theatre have set up a professional theatre company,

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:: Sturm & Drang :: For those of you not acquainted with 18th Century German literary movements this is what Sturm und Drang means. The effect of this movement on literature in German-speaking countries was profound, but I know more about its influence on Mozart and his contemporaries. Fitting then, that this afternoon's incipient thunderstorms should coinicide with my attempts to draw up

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:: Wounded In Action :: Busy holidays for me. I didn't go away, but instead spent a couple of days at my Mum's clearing out the loft before she moves house in 2 weeks' time. My compensation for this was a couple of stonking roast dinners: Pheasant with root vegetables roasted in red wine on Easter Saturday and then traditional roast lamb on the Sunday. When I pitched up at my Dad's the

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:: Hobby Jobby :: Or... Buck up Kids! How To Occupy Oneself During The Easter Hols. Wideboy, that notorious connoisseur of funky ephemera, has bemoaned a lack of decent hobbies in recent days. I aim to rid him of his listless blues and introduce a wide range of stimulating activities to while away his waking hours.   • Following my recent walks on Primrose Hill with Jude, might I suggest a

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:: Bye Bye, Bev :: I'm sure they'll have a field-day in the next edition of Private Eye over Beverley Hughes' resignation. It surprises me that she wasn't removed from Government sooner. Not over this issue, but in her previous post. As Home Office Minister, she was quick to condemn Chris Morris's timely Brass Eye special on paedophilia. Whilst much of the content teetered on the tightrope

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:: The End of the Line...? :: ...well, the ball of wool to be exact. As chronicled in her own blog, Hypatia proved a patient and willing teacher at the V&A's Craft Rocks event. I'll be honest, folks, the surrealness of hundreds of eager needle-clackers lounging about in such a gradiose venue got to my head a bit. So much so, that at first the mere effort of casting on proved almost too much.

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:: Knit One, Purl One... :: It's been a hell of a week: the BBC started interviewing candidates for the job of Chairman, Richard Clarke testified about the Bush administration's approach to terrorism before September 11th and Teflon Tony swanned over to Libya to begin preliminary business negociations for BAE and Shell. The chitter-chat with North Africa's top interior designer was probably

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:: Cordon Blergh... :: Plans for today were scuppered thus: - Gawain J arrived back from Brussels today with distressing news. He managed to "misplace" keys and wallet containing our address in the same location, provoking a security alert and the response "You twat" from me. Relations were altogether more cordial when I then spent my lunchbreak heading to and from Waterloo to give him my

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:: Almost Blue :: Whilst perusing La Foscquette's website recently, I was reminded of a concert I went to last year. This was a "Cabaret" night at Wilton's Music Hall in June. Part of the Spitalfields Festival, the concert was a chance for young composers to showcase their talents in a crossover between popular song and the more esoteric world of modern classical music... When the gig began

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:: Nipples of Venus :: Contrary to first appearances, today's post is designed to educate, rather than titillate - and it will probably make you salivate, too. Regular readers might know that if there's one thing I'd prefer to do in my spare time than prance around on stage, it is to engage in serious culinary activity. Thus on a recent day off work, I spent much of the morning carefully

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:: Watcha Doin' Fool?! :: Erm... I'm going to auditions for another play. The Man Who Came To Dinner is classic film based on this play. Although I'm almost hoping I won't get a part, it isn't till October, so it shouldn't overlap too much with current projects. Let the madness commence.

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:: Writing Frenzy :: In my current overworked state, it may seem like folly to take on any more projects, but sometimes it's hard to just say no... On Thursday night I had a meeting with my now regular theatrical collaborator, Big Girl's Blouse and a local group eager to put on a charity show at the pub where we did Shakers Restirred Revived. The idea was to pu on an evening of sketches,

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:: Smoke Without Fire :: The moneybox rattlers were gaggled round the station entrance again today. Except a second glance confirmed that they weren't begging for mony after all. Rather like the eager activists (Anti-vivisection, Stop The War etc.) previously vying for my attention at that inhospitable hour, these people had an important message: Today is No Smoking Day. I'm inclined to say

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:: PoMo Fucknuts :: Some things you read beggar belief. Others just make you think that April Fools' Day has come round 4 weeks to early... According to the Beeb, the Award Awards was launched this year. The back-patting hand of smug self-congratulation has finally disappeared up its own arse. If you don't believe me, look at the "industry pundit", Awards World. Another recent media event

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:: Impatience Is Not A Virtue :: My first Saturday post for a long while... Certain people have been champing at the bit of late - where is Devukha's next post? (See comments under last post). Let me tell you what has been going on. Well I've only been at work three days this week, all of which were action-packed, stressful and too involved to allow a sneaky foray into the world of bloggery.

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