I missed this last Thursday because of a conference with work. Our annual national conference is normally a pretty tedious affair and while this one was slightly more animated I suspect it'll come to nothing. My self-appointed role in such gatherings is the King's Fool - a role I enjoy as those of you who know me will appreciate. I enjoy being a disruptive influence but this time I let myself become a little seduced with the idea that things might actually change which was, in retrospect, foolish.
Strangely for me I managed to get at least a little tipsy on Tuesday (in York on the way up with
ant_girl,kissmeforlonger, steer, foxy76 and the wonderful hostess ayrton_nix), Wednesday and Thursday. No wonder I was in a funny mood at the weeeknd.This puts me back to the weekend before which I mostly spent on trains. Friday was STJ/Dreadnought and dinner overlooking the Thames - the former being expensive for drinks - and the latter being expensive for drinks. However, I really enjoyed STJ - especially seeing as at the last one I was feeling most crippled by a lead balloon in my stomach. The only downside was not being able to escape The Prodigy. One room I can understand - but both rooms at once - aaaargh! Hero of the weekend was of course
childeric for being a most wonderful host and excellent company while waiting for the police at London Bridge station to remove a semi-comatose drunk off the bus.Saturday was The Metamorphosis at the Lyric in Hammersmith. I spent the actual show being half impressed by the physical acting and the excellent stagecraft and the other half wondering what the hell was going on. Wikipedia tells me that no-one actually has any clue what Kafka was on about so clearly the key is to go "Hmm" and spout semi-credible rubbish when talking about it.
This I can do!
I did some other stuff at the weekend too of course, but that's between me and my conscience. And I include in that the rather middle-aged and slightly sad activity of ending up talking about accenture's withdrawal from the N3 contract at a birthday party.
So, that's roughly caught up. Oh, except for the Thursday before that weekend, which was pretty much like yesterday. In that I sat around with photographers and tried to work out where I can buy a beret...
