shewho: (bowery)
last time i went to a show in the shunt vaults (the one and only other time) it was soon after they'd opened as a performance space, the show was tropicana, and i loved it so much i went twice. (my (4 year old!!!) review can be found here.)

and now the vaults are closing down, to make way for trains (i suppose this is fair!) and the art / performance has been going on for years and i had failed to see any! until last night, that is.

and the space is still amazing. the company was most excellent. but it wasn't as otherworldly as before. perhaps due to overwhelmingly large numbers of people. (there was still a huge queue as i left at about 11pm.) perhaps due to the size of many of the installations (too small rooms!) leading to queueing for fun....

i did have that fun though! charley and i attempted to hijack a boat in a tunnel of balloons! i failed to walk across a wooden swing bridge! we played skittles!

i stubbornly queued longer than necessary to hear about neutrinos. PHYSICS! it was actually very interesting. i think i have learned something. and didn't smirk at the experiment being based at super k. it also explained the boat - it's a small mock up of the inside of the machine. cor. (one of the scientists introduced herself as melissa george. she was not in home and away. though she was blonde. another was yoshi. but not a green dragon. shut up now.)

and later on i stubbornly queued to get into a show set up as a family reunion - a folk opera about the history of 'our' family. and was again jolly glad i did, beautiful voices and harmonies, glowing ghostly mermaids, silliness, funniness... it went on longer than expected, when i got out and headed back to TABLE O'WINE most folk had gone... as i left i got distracted by a man hanging from the ceiling, doing exciting trapeze dance.

***

anyway, anyway. there are apparently still tickets for money floating about. i may invest.

***

drinks drunk - approximately 4 glasses red wine = 8.4 units.

***

today i am punishing myself for leaving all my tupperware at work by having a cuppasoup for lunch instead of delicious quiche. idiot.
shewho: (bowery)
last time i went to a show in the shunt vaults (the one and only other time) it was soon after they'd opened as a performance space, the show was tropicana, and i loved it so much i went twice. (my (4 year old!!!) review can be found here.)

and now the vaults are closing down, to make way for trains (i suppose this is fair!) and the art / performance has been going on for years and i had failed to see any! until last night, that is.

and the space is still amazing. the company was most excellent. but it wasn't as otherworldly as before. perhaps due to overwhelmingly large numbers of people. (there was still a huge queue as i left at about 11pm.) perhaps due to the size of many of the installations (too small rooms!) leading to queueing for fun....

i did have that fun though! charley and i attempted to hijack a boat in a tunnel of balloons! i failed to walk across a wooden swing bridge! we played skittles!

i stubbornly queued longer than necessary to hear about neutrinos. PHYSICS! it was actually very interesting. i think i have learned something. and didn't smirk at the experiment being based at super k. it also explained the boat - it's a small mock up of the inside of the machine. cor. (one of the scientists introduced herself as melissa george. she was not in home and away. though she was blonde. another was yoshi. but not a green dragon. shut up now.)

and later on i stubbornly queued to get into a show set up as a family reunion - a folk opera about the history of 'our' family. and was again jolly glad i did, beautiful voices and harmonies, glowing ghostly mermaids, silliness, funniness... it went on longer than expected, when i got out and headed back to TABLE O'WINE most folk had gone... as i left i got distracted by a man hanging from the ceiling, doing exciting trapeze dance.

***

anyway, anyway. there are apparently still tickets for money floating about. i may invest.

***

drinks drunk - approximately 4 glasses red wine = 8.4 units.

***

today i am punishing myself for leaving all my tupperware at work by having a cuppasoup for lunch instead of delicious quiche. idiot.

bzzz off!

Jul. 11th, 2008 12:07 pm
shewho: (honeybee)
i spent most of yesterday afternoon trying to rescue a bee. not any bee, no. we found the most ENORMOUS bumblebee creature buzzing around the lights in the kitchen at work. i think it must have been living behind the microwave, it was that immense.

and then we did science! using my handy torch. turned off all the lights, and got the bee to follow the torchlight across the floor. it was almost as if we were communicating, the bee and me. well, they don't call me queen bee for nothing. (at all.)

anyway, plan was doomed to failure once the stupid creature got to reception and saw the windows.

i can't watch bees headbutt themselves on glass for long, i find it heartbreaking.

the old glass and paper trick was employed, and i sent him on his way. just as the heavens opened. i hope he was alright.

***

also yesterday i saw a rather good twelfth night at the regent's park open air theatre. tasty food. tasty wine. (NB if you are trying to kill yourself with coughing, a sip of wine at appropriate moments works much better at stopping you than a sip of water.) funny show. most excellent fool. NO RAIN.

***

previously i saw the ska and ed byrne doing edinburgh previews on a boat. amos hadn't really got very far, in terms of, well, anything, but was funny nonetheless. mr byrne set me off into feminist rage. i don't think it was his fault, really, more likely the wine.

ho hum.

bzzz off!

Jul. 11th, 2008 12:07 pm
shewho: (honeybee)
i spent most of yesterday afternoon trying to rescue a bee. not any bee, no. we found the most ENORMOUS bumblebee creature buzzing around the lights in the kitchen at work. i think it must have been living behind the microwave, it was that immense.

and then we did science! using my handy torch. turned off all the lights, and got the bee to follow the torchlight across the floor. it was almost as if we were communicating, the bee and me. well, they don't call me queen bee for nothing. (at all.)

anyway, plan was doomed to failure once the stupid creature got to reception and saw the windows.

i can't watch bees headbutt themselves on glass for long, i find it heartbreaking.

the old glass and paper trick was employed, and i sent him on his way. just as the heavens opened. i hope he was alright.

***

also yesterday i saw a rather good twelfth night at the regent's park open air theatre. tasty food. tasty wine. (NB if you are trying to kill yourself with coughing, a sip of wine at appropriate moments works much better at stopping you than a sip of water.) funny show. most excellent fool. NO RAIN.

***

previously i saw the ska and ed byrne doing edinburgh previews on a boat. amos hadn't really got very far, in terms of, well, anything, but was funny nonetheless. mr byrne set me off into feminist rage. i don't think it was his fault, really, more likely the wine.

ho hum.
shewho: (slater)
my audio-typing headphones are WELL weird. they appear to make more noise if i put them *on* my ears, rather than *in* my ears. music directly through my bone, perhaps. you may have gathered i'm not audio typing. no, i'm doing my supertramp homework. well, it's another nobody-in-the-office day, so i can't really hide in my filing room just in case the phone rings. sssh.

***

ooh, any recommendations for vaguely posh 'treaty' restaurants for a bunch of croydon reprobates? centralish? not too fussy, one COMPLETELY RUBBISH vegetarian who apparently likes chicken and bacon. the (extended) sibs (plus partners) and i feel like rampaging (sedately) around town.

***

last night i went to a pub, to say a brief hello to (temporarily in the country) [livejournal.com profile] verlaine, have my first CCP in a long time, and bounce around so much in an overexcited fashion with slater joy that even strange old men at the bar were commenting on it. oh dear. i'm a small child when it comes to certain things. and never really able to hide my emotions. what you see is what you get, even if it is ridiculously annoying, sorry!

anyway, yes, more importantly last night i stalked my second husband (to be) went to see swimming with sharks at the vaudeville theatre, starring mr s as buddy ackerman. now, (despite [livejournal.com profile] barrysarll's best efforts) i have never seen the actual film, so didn't really know what to expect. slater isn't really stretched, playing a hollywood hot shot that shouts a lot, but you know, he's very good at what he does, and if it ain't broke, why fix it? i must admit, i am *always* mesmerised by his charisma.

i didn't realise it would be so funny, so a pleasant surprise to sit and chuckle throughout. they've clearly updated reference points and stuff, i'm sure paris hilton wouldn't be mentioned in the original. the second half was less good, but i suppose there's a lot more you can do on film rather than on stage.

my seats were EXCELLENT, i didn't need my glasses. Best Present i have EVER given myself, i think.

***

vaguely considered heading back to the pub afterwards, it being only 10pm, as it was i was home and scrabbling before 11, in bed by half past, having had only a pint and a half all evening.

so why is it this morning i felt like death and almost overslept my tube stop, hmmm?
shewho: (slater)
my audio-typing headphones are WELL weird. they appear to make more noise if i put them *on* my ears, rather than *in* my ears. music directly through my bone, perhaps. you may have gathered i'm not audio typing. no, i'm doing my supertramp homework. well, it's another nobody-in-the-office day, so i can't really hide in my filing room just in case the phone rings. sssh.

***

ooh, any recommendations for vaguely posh 'treaty' restaurants for a bunch of croydon reprobates? centralish? not too fussy, one COMPLETELY RUBBISH vegetarian who apparently likes chicken and bacon. the (extended) sibs (plus partners) and i feel like rampaging (sedately) around town.

***

last night i went to a pub, to say a brief hello to (temporarily in the country) [livejournal.com profile] verlaine, have my first CCP in a long time, and bounce around so much in an overexcited fashion with slater joy that even strange old men at the bar were commenting on it. oh dear. i'm a small child when it comes to certain things. and never really able to hide my emotions. what you see is what you get, even if it is ridiculously annoying, sorry!

anyway, yes, more importantly last night i stalked my second husband (to be) went to see swimming with sharks at the vaudeville theatre, starring mr s as buddy ackerman. now, (despite [livejournal.com profile] barrysarll's best efforts) i have never seen the actual film, so didn't really know what to expect. slater isn't really stretched, playing a hollywood hot shot that shouts a lot, but you know, he's very good at what he does, and if it ain't broke, why fix it? i must admit, i am *always* mesmerised by his charisma.

i didn't realise it would be so funny, so a pleasant surprise to sit and chuckle throughout. they've clearly updated reference points and stuff, i'm sure paris hilton wouldn't be mentioned in the original. the second half was less good, but i suppose there's a lot more you can do on film rather than on stage.

my seats were EXCELLENT, i didn't need my glasses. Best Present i have EVER given myself, i think.

***

vaguely considered heading back to the pub afterwards, it being only 10pm, as it was i was home and scrabbling before 11, in bed by half past, having had only a pint and a half all evening.

so why is it this morning i felt like death and almost overslept my tube stop, hmmm?
shewho: (thumbs up)
Best thing I have seen so far today: a cement mixer, bearing the legend "Jim'll Mix It!". Brilliant.

***

Here are some other brilliant things I have seen over the last week, that you should DEFINITELY go to if you happen to find yourself in Edinburgh this month (leaving out the obvious straight stand up of people like lovely Russell Howard, the D O'D, Josie Long and Daniel Kitson, you should know about them already). These are mostly things I wouldn't have dreamed of going to, but really enjoyed:

Breaker Morant. (Early afternoon in the Udderbelly.) OK, so a courtroom (court martial?) drama about some Australians in the Boer War with a completely male cast doesn't *sound* particularly appealing, but it is in fact completely excellent and mesmerising and I had a little weep. Also, Salman Rushdie was watching it with us, so you can feel all smug and worthy. Also, I don't know if I've mentioned this, but it is ACE.

Sarah Kendall - My First Kidnapping. (Evening, Assembly Rooms.) Wonderfully told true story with a little help from Jo Neary and Justin Edwards. Proof that the scariest things can be funny.

Little Howard and the Magic Pencil. (EARLY! Assembly Rooms.) Allegedly a children's show, and therefore on at the woeful hour of 11.30 in the morning. Despite this, and despite having seen a fair whack of it before, it was most enjoyable, and even helped combat the disgusting state of brokenness I was in that morning.

Pappy's Fun Club. (Mid afternoonish, that tenty place that hasn't been rebuilt...) OK, I've seen them a million and one times. However, Marty, Mim and Julius is quite possibly my favourite sketch EVER (sorry Klangs!) and has me hysterical every time. Wonderfully silly sketch comedy. Wonderfully clever sketch comedy. Good, good.

Venus as a Boy. (Early afternoon, Traverse.) Kinda straight 2-man theatre piece telling the story of a young man from the Orkney Islands. One man acting, one man (who has allegedly been in some old Evening Session bands) providing a gorgeous, evocative soundtrack with guitars and violin bows and magic. Not hugely cheery, but quite, quite spellbinding.

Oh, and late night mixed bills - Storytellers Club (C Baraka), lovely people, lovely stories. I am an idiot. Full Mooners (Baby Belly). Fast becoming my achilles heel. Always excellently funny, always resulting in brokenness and The Wrong. Ahem.

***

Anyway, yes, I am BACK for 4 days only! I have avoided the internet for almost a week, so if you have anything of note to tell me please assume I haven't seen it and do so here. Comments screened, in case you think my friendslist is full of stalky mentals.

***

If anyone is in the Southwark area today, I appear to have a whole heap of pastries that are likely to go to waste due to silly bossman. Come and say hello! Eat free food! Errr.....
shewho: (thumbs up)
Best thing I have seen so far today: a cement mixer, bearing the legend "Jim'll Mix It!". Brilliant.

***

Here are some other brilliant things I have seen over the last week, that you should DEFINITELY go to if you happen to find yourself in Edinburgh this month (leaving out the obvious straight stand up of people like lovely Russell Howard, the D O'D, Josie Long and Daniel Kitson, you should know about them already). These are mostly things I wouldn't have dreamed of going to, but really enjoyed:

Breaker Morant. (Early afternoon in the Udderbelly.) OK, so a courtroom (court martial?) drama about some Australians in the Boer War with a completely male cast doesn't *sound* particularly appealing, but it is in fact completely excellent and mesmerising and I had a little weep. Also, Salman Rushdie was watching it with us, so you can feel all smug and worthy. Also, I don't know if I've mentioned this, but it is ACE.

Sarah Kendall - My First Kidnapping. (Evening, Assembly Rooms.) Wonderfully told true story with a little help from Jo Neary and Justin Edwards. Proof that the scariest things can be funny.

Little Howard and the Magic Pencil. (EARLY! Assembly Rooms.) Allegedly a children's show, and therefore on at the woeful hour of 11.30 in the morning. Despite this, and despite having seen a fair whack of it before, it was most enjoyable, and even helped combat the disgusting state of brokenness I was in that morning.

Pappy's Fun Club. (Mid afternoonish, that tenty place that hasn't been rebuilt...) OK, I've seen them a million and one times. However, Marty, Mim and Julius is quite possibly my favourite sketch EVER (sorry Klangs!) and has me hysterical every time. Wonderfully silly sketch comedy. Wonderfully clever sketch comedy. Good, good.

Venus as a Boy. (Early afternoon, Traverse.) Kinda straight 2-man theatre piece telling the story of a young man from the Orkney Islands. One man acting, one man (who has allegedly been in some old Evening Session bands) providing a gorgeous, evocative soundtrack with guitars and violin bows and magic. Not hugely cheery, but quite, quite spellbinding.

Oh, and late night mixed bills - Storytellers Club (C Baraka), lovely people, lovely stories. I am an idiot. Full Mooners (Baby Belly). Fast becoming my achilles heel. Always excellently funny, always resulting in brokenness and The Wrong. Ahem.

***

Anyway, yes, I am BACK for 4 days only! I have avoided the internet for almost a week, so if you have anything of note to tell me please assume I haven't seen it and do so here. Comments screened, in case you think my friendslist is full of stalky mentals.

***

If anyone is in the Southwark area today, I appear to have a whole heap of pastries that are likely to go to waste due to silly bossman. Come and say hello! Eat free food! Errr.....
shewho: (purple leopard)
Last night (as a treat after Tuesday Doom) to the National to see The Man of Mode with [livejournal.com profile] perfectlyvague and [livejournal.com profile] suicideally.

It was a wonderful stylised production, updated to the trendy fashion present, and worked really well. Sometimes there's nothing like a spot of romantic farce, pounding music and dancing to hit the spot. Sir Fopley Fopling, Medley and Mrs Loveit were all great, though there were also a few, shall we say, less good performances.

Not one to restore your faith in human nature, being populated by people generally being self absorbed and not very nice, though interesting that it applies as much today as hundreds of years ago.

A fun romp, I'm glad I went. Though did catch myself musing on a few Dorimant-esque characters from my past.....*

(If anyone wants to go I think it's still in rep til the end of this month, and you can get best seats available deals for a tenner on lastminute.com. Ours were pretty ace!)


* No names no packdrill. They were never 'serious' on my part either....
shewho: (purple leopard)
Last night (as a treat after Tuesday Doom) to the National to see The Man of Mode with [livejournal.com profile] perfectlyvague and [livejournal.com profile] suicideally.

It was a wonderful stylised production, updated to the trendy fashion present, and worked really well. Sometimes there's nothing like a spot of romantic farce, pounding music and dancing to hit the spot. Sir Fopley Fopling, Medley and Mrs Loveit were all great, though there were also a few, shall we say, less good performances.

Not one to restore your faith in human nature, being populated by people generally being self absorbed and not very nice, though interesting that it applies as much today as hundreds of years ago.

A fun romp, I'm glad I went. Though did catch myself musing on a few Dorimant-esque characters from my past.....*

(If anyone wants to go I think it's still in rep til the end of this month, and you can get best seats available deals for a tenner on lastminute.com. Ours were pretty ace!)


* No names no packdrill. They were never 'serious' on my part either....

Faust!

Mar. 7th, 2007 12:20 pm
shewho: (street sign)
The majority of last night was spent scurrying around an old warehouse in Wapping, chasing Mephistopheles in the dark. There are Faust spoilers under here for those who have tickets…… Plus I appear to have got carried away! )

I presume you all know the story anyway, and it’s pretty easy to piece together. The dancing is acrobatic and fantastic. Temporarily it was another world. So much to see and do! I definitely didn’t get all of it. If you can find a ticket, jump at it.

[The only bad thing is if you are wandering around on your own and have a terrible sense of direction you can miss a lot. Following a person is good! Also, it did feel like because it was dark, and you couldn’t see anyone’s faces, people were happy to be more selfish than usual, barging past when you’re all trying to see something, pushing you out of the way. Perhaps a lot of it was accidental in the dark. Some of it definitely wasn’t!]

***

Just as exciting to me was the fact that the street just down from it was named after me. Well. Kind of. See icon. Excellent!

Faust!

Mar. 7th, 2007 12:20 pm
shewho: (street sign)
The majority of last night was spent scurrying around an old warehouse in Wapping, chasing Mephistopheles in the dark. There are Faust spoilers under here for those who have tickets…… Plus I appear to have got carried away! )

I presume you all know the story anyway, and it’s pretty easy to piece together. The dancing is acrobatic and fantastic. Temporarily it was another world. So much to see and do! I definitely didn’t get all of it. If you can find a ticket, jump at it.

[The only bad thing is if you are wandering around on your own and have a terrible sense of direction you can miss a lot. Following a person is good! Also, it did feel like because it was dark, and you couldn’t see anyone’s faces, people were happy to be more selfish than usual, barging past when you’re all trying to see something, pushing you out of the way. Perhaps a lot of it was accidental in the dark. Some of it definitely wasn’t!]

***

Just as exciting to me was the fact that the street just down from it was named after me. Well. Kind of. See icon. Excellent!
shewho: (purple leopard)
I don't feel particularly well, my children. I think I may have some sort of coffee intolerance. Which is a shame, because it sends me sky high before the nausea and jitters kick in......

*****

Last night, to Spamalot, via too much food and Baileys filled shakes at Ed's Diner.

Apologies to chums whose legs appeared to be longer than mine (despite me being generally taller) for the front of balcony squashed knee action :/ The other seats are £40. Why is the theatre so expensive?!!

I have to say, I enjoyed it a lot more than I had imagined I would. Two thirds of the first half is pure genius (it seems to take a while to kick in properly), and the second half has some ace bits, but then quite a bit falls flat on its face. The Producers-mocking Jew song, for instance, doesn't actually work at all. The Lady of the Lake has an amazing pair of lungs. And norks. I like her Liza Minelli impression best.

Obviously Tim Curry is astounding. I did enjoy being able to see his real-life Tim Curry face with my actual eyes in the actual flesh..... How do I get him to be my friend? I love him. Am almost tempted to try and sit in the special seat so I can get up on stage. Thankfully, finances do NOT allow. Little Herbert was pretty fantastic too.

Yes so. Mostly gloriously silly and over the top. The staging is inspired. The songs are actually pretty good pastiches too. Not entirely perfect, but I am very glad I went.

I bought tickets in February you know. Blimey. I wanted a spam sarnie, but was still stuffed from dinner.

*****

I love my Dennis the Menace-esque chenille jumper, but it finally appears to be shedding more than it is staying together. I'm leaving a trail of what looks suspiciously like rabbit droppings around the office. Does chenille always eventually die?

*****

Tip of the day: When tradespeople give you an estimated arrival time of between 8am and 12pm, use your head and don't go into work an hour early. It isn't worth it.
shewho: (purple leopard)
I don't feel particularly well, my children. I think I may have some sort of coffee intolerance. Which is a shame, because it sends me sky high before the nausea and jitters kick in......

*****

Last night, to Spamalot, via too much food and Baileys filled shakes at Ed's Diner.

Apologies to chums whose legs appeared to be longer than mine (despite me being generally taller) for the front of balcony squashed knee action :/ The other seats are £40. Why is the theatre so expensive?!!

I have to say, I enjoyed it a lot more than I had imagined I would. Two thirds of the first half is pure genius (it seems to take a while to kick in properly), and the second half has some ace bits, but then quite a bit falls flat on its face. The Producers-mocking Jew song, for instance, doesn't actually work at all. The Lady of the Lake has an amazing pair of lungs. And norks. I like her Liza Minelli impression best.

Obviously Tim Curry is astounding. I did enjoy being able to see his real-life Tim Curry face with my actual eyes in the actual flesh..... How do I get him to be my friend? I love him. Am almost tempted to try and sit in the special seat so I can get up on stage. Thankfully, finances do NOT allow. Little Herbert was pretty fantastic too.

Yes so. Mostly gloriously silly and over the top. The staging is inspired. The songs are actually pretty good pastiches too. Not entirely perfect, but I am very glad I went.

I bought tickets in February you know. Blimey. I wanted a spam sarnie, but was still stuffed from dinner.

*****

I love my Dennis the Menace-esque chenille jumper, but it finally appears to be shedding more than it is staying together. I'm leaving a trail of what looks suspiciously like rabbit droppings around the office. Does chenille always eventually die?

*****

Tip of the day: When tradespeople give you an estimated arrival time of between 8am and 12pm, use your head and don't go into work an hour early. It isn't worth it.
shewho: (no place like home)
So. Months of hype. Overexcitability. Shiney red shoes. On Monday, I finally got to see Wicked at the Victoria Apollo. My wonderfully cheap dress circle preview tickets had a FANTASTIC view, I urge you all to book scarily in advance for these ace deals :)

But what did I think of the actual show? I should probably cut this in case it has spoilers for Wicked the musical, Wicked the book, or general Oz mythology, although if you don't know most of this nonsense you are obviously very good at steering my conversations elsewhere. Onto Wings, perhaps. Anyway....... )

In conclusion: a damn fine night out, but I think I'd have enjoyed it more had I not expected it to be true to the book. It is a good show, and a good story, but it isn't really Wicked. Does that make sense? I don't think I'm going to spend a fortune going again, at any rate....

******

I was feeling grumpy last night, prepared to be let down by Marion. However, a mini pub crawl of Camden and chance meeting with [livejournal.com profile] angelv and sibling later things weren't so bad. And, like one of those rude people I hate, I forced myself down towards the front of the Barfly (where all the [livejournal.com profile] ljusers in the world were) before they came on.

Cor, and I loved it so much more than Bath! Perhaps due to not having to look after acid-flying friends, perhaps because I knew how to get home, perhaps I've heard the new songs more. But ahhhhhh, 'Time', 'Fallen Through', 'Sleep', 'Sparkle', all good stuff. And I think I'm falling in love with 'Crystal Blue'. They're still the same old Marion, and Jaime appears to have one of those 'colds' (oh dear), by which I mean I love them dearly, but can't see how they are relevant to *now*, or what they're trying to be.

*******

It would be wrong to think of a computer game character as attractive, wouldn't it?image behind cut )

I had to stop playing DS on the train today, as I'd got up to the fingerprinting stage of Phoenix Wright, and didn't fancy looking like a mental whilst blowing pretend dust of a screen........
shewho: (no place like home)
So. Months of hype. Overexcitability. Shiney red shoes. On Monday, I finally got to see Wicked at the Victoria Apollo. My wonderfully cheap dress circle preview tickets had a FANTASTIC view, I urge you all to book scarily in advance for these ace deals :)

But what did I think of the actual show? I should probably cut this in case it has spoilers for Wicked the musical, Wicked the book, or general Oz mythology, although if you don't know most of this nonsense you are obviously very good at steering my conversations elsewhere. Onto Wings, perhaps. Anyway....... )

In conclusion: a damn fine night out, but I think I'd have enjoyed it more had I not expected it to be true to the book. It is a good show, and a good story, but it isn't really Wicked. Does that make sense? I don't think I'm going to spend a fortune going again, at any rate....

******

I was feeling grumpy last night, prepared to be let down by Marion. However, a mini pub crawl of Camden and chance meeting with [livejournal.com profile] angelv and sibling later things weren't so bad. And, like one of those rude people I hate, I forced myself down towards the front of the Barfly (where all the [livejournal.com profile] ljusers in the world were) before they came on.

Cor, and I loved it so much more than Bath! Perhaps due to not having to look after acid-flying friends, perhaps because I knew how to get home, perhaps I've heard the new songs more. But ahhhhhh, 'Time', 'Fallen Through', 'Sleep', 'Sparkle', all good stuff. And I think I'm falling in love with 'Crystal Blue'. They're still the same old Marion, and Jaime appears to have one of those 'colds' (oh dear), by which I mean I love them dearly, but can't see how they are relevant to *now*, or what they're trying to be.

*******

It would be wrong to think of a computer game character as attractive, wouldn't it?image behind cut )

I had to stop playing DS on the train today, as I'd got up to the fingerprinting stage of Phoenix Wright, and didn't fancy looking like a mental whilst blowing pretend dust of a screen........
shewho: (honeybee)
I read in the paper this morning that some airlines are soon to be letting hand luggage back on flights. I don't quite understand this, does it mean that all terrorists have been eradicated? They have blocked all their passports? Why is the risk any less?

Also, to celebrate, Ryanair are going to be offering 'free' flights. Cash Back!

****

Last night I went to see A Caucasian Chalk Circle at The Scoop, which is the outdoor concrete ampitheatre near Tower Bridge.

It was a lovely balmy evening to sit happily on my own and watch a really quite good free production. It was even lovlier to be surrounded by dubious youths (obviously on some sort of school trip) to find out they weren't dubious at all, and very keen.

Even when the rain started gently, they carried on, as promised. When it started tipping it down we were soooooo close to the end and the not-so-dubious-youths and everyone else sat there getting wet cheering for them to finish. So they did. In the pouring rain.

It was brilliant :)

****

Yesterday I heard many of my favourite noises:

♥ the roar of traffic pulling away from the lights at London Bridge
♥ the gentle pitter patter of light rain on umbrella
♥ the beautiful, beautiful ear-slamming thunder! God, I love storms :)
♥ the rain beating down on the bedroom window*

****

I don't think I'll be going to the free theatre today, I'm not sure the weather will let me.....





*NB this sound kept me awake and eventually made me angry, gah!
shewho: (honeybee)
I read in the paper this morning that some airlines are soon to be letting hand luggage back on flights. I don't quite understand this, does it mean that all terrorists have been eradicated? They have blocked all their passports? Why is the risk any less?

Also, to celebrate, Ryanair are going to be offering 'free' flights. Cash Back!

****

Last night I went to see A Caucasian Chalk Circle at The Scoop, which is the outdoor concrete ampitheatre near Tower Bridge.

It was a lovely balmy evening to sit happily on my own and watch a really quite good free production. It was even lovlier to be surrounded by dubious youths (obviously on some sort of school trip) to find out they weren't dubious at all, and very keen.

Even when the rain started gently, they carried on, as promised. When it started tipping it down we were soooooo close to the end and the not-so-dubious-youths and everyone else sat there getting wet cheering for them to finish. So they did. In the pouring rain.

It was brilliant :)

****

Yesterday I heard many of my favourite noises:

♥ the roar of traffic pulling away from the lights at London Bridge
♥ the gentle pitter patter of light rain on umbrella
♥ the beautiful, beautiful ear-slamming thunder! God, I love storms :)
♥ the rain beating down on the bedroom window*

****

I don't think I'll be going to the free theatre today, I'm not sure the weather will let me.....





*NB this sound kept me awake and eventually made me angry, gah!
shewho: (maccatastic)
In which I shall endeavour to record shows we saw and nothing more of import. We shall see!

SUNDAY
First flaw in plan - arrive at station to find the Cavalcade about to start and [livejournal.com profile] diamond_geyser's directions impossible to follow due to marching bands and policemen. Fail to get to flat to dump bags. Head straight to first venue for....

Jim Henson's Puppet Improv (for kids)
What a wonderful way to ease us into the festival. Muppets! I am very glad we saw this version, children's minds being far less obsessed with beer and s3x than adults, and suggestions being *completely* bizarre. The aliens were my favourite thing, followed closely by a chair of hotdogs. No, I'm not going to explain. I don't have to!

This is followed by....

The Book Club
...which I'm sure was its usual entertaining self, but by now I have actually seen so many Book Clubs in weird and wonderful places that they are all running a little bit into one in my head. One joyous over-running occasion of mirth. Or something. Plus I'm starting to get Very Hungry. Luckily there is time for the first pint of the holiday and a meaty cheesy sandwich before....

Gary le Strange - Beef Scarecrow
I love this with ALL of my heart. I've heard all the songs already at various things, and some of the inbetween stories and poetry, and I could hear it again a million times. In fact, I've earwormed my self with "When I'm Prime Minister" already. Aaaah. The songs are funny, and surreal, and I think I like them independently of that anyway. I refrain from phoning [livejournal.com profile] perfectlyvague during "Secret Wolf".

We go and wait for everyone else to leave Mark Watson (I can't believe I missed *all* of his shows dammnit!) and then tis time for...

Natalie Haynes - Watching the Detectives
Tricky this. I do love Natalie. And I do love daytime detective drama. But I have to agree (with chortle) that the show as a whole doesn't hang together incredibly well. I disagree completely that she should pander to people who don't KNOW the Johnny Cash episode of Columbo, these people are bad and wrong and should be shot.

Simon Amstell
..... is brilliant. Though I have to say this because of his vanity searching on the internet. Tis true though! Although [livejournal.com profile] pataka and I are constantly distracted by wanting to pull up his trousers. Sorry Simon!

Dirty Book Club
Had enough Book Club? Not We! Book Club with added s3x. And oh my word, some of the wrongest things I have heard in my life. Robin has a FILTHY book of fantasies, that scares me. The "s3x off" turns into some cannibal/incest/rape horror, which [livejournal.com profile] catbo judges via aria with her usual aplomb. How can this filth be funny?! It is. However, having failed to get to the flat all day and still carrying bags means that I am not as thrilled as I normally would be with the 3 hours instead of 1 hour advertised, especially as I crave gin. Be thankful I never managed to make that crack.

Bed by 3.30am, possibly the earliest.

*****

MONDAY
Monday starts in a hardcore 3-plays-in-a-row fashion. First is....

True West
....starring Phil Nicol and another chap who I keep forgetting the name of as 2 bickering estranged brothers. I like it. Not love, but like. Phil Nicoll really is good at this acting malarky. Better though, are the millions of toaster and real toast. I hope it doesn't go to waste afterwards.......! Somehow I end up sitting next to an actual mental who won't sit still at all, which makes me uncomfortable and on edge for teh duration. Thanks there, mental.

The mental also appears to be in the queue for....

Levelland by Rich Hall
Luckily I don't have to sit near him.
Rich Hall's play (starring himself and featuring a scarier-than-usual Mike Wilmott) is about oil and a DJ and America. I'm enjoying it, but it is very worthy and quite hard work. I am an idiot, and I doze off in the warm dark. I still catch most of it, but doh! at my stupid face.

Talk Radio
This is my favourite play of the day. Phil Nicol again takes the lead role,. this time as a shock-type DJ. Stewart Lee has directed it. Despite the lack of movement around stage (pretty much mostly 3 'static' characters in a row) I am completely mesmerised. Phil Nicol REALLY REALLY is a great actor. (NB t'other half dislikes this play immensely.)

We bump into people before the next show, and figure there is time for pizza. We get pizza. There isn't really time for pizza, and most goes to waste. Which is a shame because we were rushing for......

This is not About the Simpsons
....by Harry Shearer. And his wife. In fact, more his wife singing dull songs (in a nice enough voice) than Harry Shearer. Which is *almost* a blessing as he isn't being particularly funny. I'd have walked out of this if I wasn't so gosh darn British. Thankfully......

Robin Ince & Martin White
...are perfectly timed to make me forget about the previous horrors. Admittedly I've seen much of the material being worked on, but it was all drawn together so beautifully it made me very happy indeed and was the first show to make me want to give it a little kiss on the forehead for being so ace. "..magic man dunnit..." is clearly a panacea for all, everyone was in a much better mood afterwards.

And decided to go and see a show I'd been flyered for in Newcastle. On the train.

The Murder Show - 24 Ways to Die
This runs on an interactive who-dunnit sort of basis. A different comedian is killed every night in Club Sandwich (in some very scary cellars of dooom!). And with the aid of various skits and clues the audience has to work out who the killer is. We got Jason Wood. Who was ace in a kilt, and then dead. [Regular [livejournal.com profile] shewho readers may remember him as the poor man who gave me a lift all the way to Walthamstow once when I was incapable after the Monday Club once....]
Paul Trap was very good indeed, especially when picking on people I know! (D won a book signed by Terence Trent D'Arby. Aka Paul Trap. Gullible fool!)
It was marvellous fun, [livejournal.com profile] diamond_geyser's questions rule, and I failed to recognise Christian Reilly with his silly wig, which is apparently not a wig AT ALL, but I can't see how real hair would do that. Anyway, DON'T MENTION MY BREASTS!

I chose the right killer. Hurrah!

I think there was an earlyish night this night. I can't remember. There may have been a red witch or 2.

........Edinburgh update to be continued another time......
shewho: (maccatastic)
In which I shall endeavour to record shows we saw and nothing more of import. We shall see!

SUNDAY
First flaw in plan - arrive at station to find the Cavalcade about to start and [livejournal.com profile] diamond_geyser's directions impossible to follow due to marching bands and policemen. Fail to get to flat to dump bags. Head straight to first venue for....

Jim Henson's Puppet Improv (for kids)
What a wonderful way to ease us into the festival. Muppets! I am very glad we saw this version, children's minds being far less obsessed with beer and s3x than adults, and suggestions being *completely* bizarre. The aliens were my favourite thing, followed closely by a chair of hotdogs. No, I'm not going to explain. I don't have to!

This is followed by....

The Book Club
...which I'm sure was its usual entertaining self, but by now I have actually seen so many Book Clubs in weird and wonderful places that they are all running a little bit into one in my head. One joyous over-running occasion of mirth. Or something. Plus I'm starting to get Very Hungry. Luckily there is time for the first pint of the holiday and a meaty cheesy sandwich before....

Gary le Strange - Beef Scarecrow
I love this with ALL of my heart. I've heard all the songs already at various things, and some of the inbetween stories and poetry, and I could hear it again a million times. In fact, I've earwormed my self with "When I'm Prime Minister" already. Aaaah. The songs are funny, and surreal, and I think I like them independently of that anyway. I refrain from phoning [livejournal.com profile] perfectlyvague during "Secret Wolf".

We go and wait for everyone else to leave Mark Watson (I can't believe I missed *all* of his shows dammnit!) and then tis time for...

Natalie Haynes - Watching the Detectives
Tricky this. I do love Natalie. And I do love daytime detective drama. But I have to agree (with chortle) that the show as a whole doesn't hang together incredibly well. I disagree completely that she should pander to people who don't KNOW the Johnny Cash episode of Columbo, these people are bad and wrong and should be shot.

Simon Amstell
..... is brilliant. Though I have to say this because of his vanity searching on the internet. Tis true though! Although [livejournal.com profile] pataka and I are constantly distracted by wanting to pull up his trousers. Sorry Simon!

Dirty Book Club
Had enough Book Club? Not We! Book Club with added s3x. And oh my word, some of the wrongest things I have heard in my life. Robin has a FILTHY book of fantasies, that scares me. The "s3x off" turns into some cannibal/incest/rape horror, which [livejournal.com profile] catbo judges via aria with her usual aplomb. How can this filth be funny?! It is. However, having failed to get to the flat all day and still carrying bags means that I am not as thrilled as I normally would be with the 3 hours instead of 1 hour advertised, especially as I crave gin. Be thankful I never managed to make that crack.

Bed by 3.30am, possibly the earliest.

*****

MONDAY
Monday starts in a hardcore 3-plays-in-a-row fashion. First is....

True West
....starring Phil Nicol and another chap who I keep forgetting the name of as 2 bickering estranged brothers. I like it. Not love, but like. Phil Nicoll really is good at this acting malarky. Better though, are the millions of toaster and real toast. I hope it doesn't go to waste afterwards.......! Somehow I end up sitting next to an actual mental who won't sit still at all, which makes me uncomfortable and on edge for teh duration. Thanks there, mental.

The mental also appears to be in the queue for....

Levelland by Rich Hall
Luckily I don't have to sit near him.
Rich Hall's play (starring himself and featuring a scarier-than-usual Mike Wilmott) is about oil and a DJ and America. I'm enjoying it, but it is very worthy and quite hard work. I am an idiot, and I doze off in the warm dark. I still catch most of it, but doh! at my stupid face.

Talk Radio
This is my favourite play of the day. Phil Nicol again takes the lead role,. this time as a shock-type DJ. Stewart Lee has directed it. Despite the lack of movement around stage (pretty much mostly 3 'static' characters in a row) I am completely mesmerised. Phil Nicol REALLY REALLY is a great actor. (NB t'other half dislikes this play immensely.)

We bump into people before the next show, and figure there is time for pizza. We get pizza. There isn't really time for pizza, and most goes to waste. Which is a shame because we were rushing for......

This is not About the Simpsons
....by Harry Shearer. And his wife. In fact, more his wife singing dull songs (in a nice enough voice) than Harry Shearer. Which is *almost* a blessing as he isn't being particularly funny. I'd have walked out of this if I wasn't so gosh darn British. Thankfully......

Robin Ince & Martin White
...are perfectly timed to make me forget about the previous horrors. Admittedly I've seen much of the material being worked on, but it was all drawn together so beautifully it made me very happy indeed and was the first show to make me want to give it a little kiss on the forehead for being so ace. "..magic man dunnit..." is clearly a panacea for all, everyone was in a much better mood afterwards.

And decided to go and see a show I'd been flyered for in Newcastle. On the train.

The Murder Show - 24 Ways to Die
This runs on an interactive who-dunnit sort of basis. A different comedian is killed every night in Club Sandwich (in some very scary cellars of dooom!). And with the aid of various skits and clues the audience has to work out who the killer is. We got Jason Wood. Who was ace in a kilt, and then dead. [Regular [livejournal.com profile] shewho readers may remember him as the poor man who gave me a lift all the way to Walthamstow once when I was incapable after the Monday Club once....]
Paul Trap was very good indeed, especially when picking on people I know! (D won a book signed by Terence Trent D'Arby. Aka Paul Trap. Gullible fool!)
It was marvellous fun, [livejournal.com profile] diamond_geyser's questions rule, and I failed to recognise Christian Reilly with his silly wig, which is apparently not a wig AT ALL, but I can't see how real hair would do that. Anyway, DON'T MENTION MY BREASTS!

I chose the right killer. Hurrah!

I think there was an earlyish night this night. I can't remember. There may have been a red witch or 2.

........Edinburgh update to be continued another time......

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