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Corrosive Shame
Therapy for Life
Well, the exams and course are over - hurrah! Now I can get down to planning how to spend money I don't really have on a new PC in preparation for the anti-girlie weekend on 23/24th November when a load of sad sweaty chaps spend 48+ hours going slowly blind playing LAN games in Birmingham.

But tonight was all about "legs". Of course, by this I mean athletic russian ballet legs. Yes - your intrepid reporter set out to investigate Spartacus at the Hippodrome in Birmingham. Not bad, not bad at all. I enjoyed it, but don't feel up to saying too much more less it show what a buffoon I am.

High Points - Crassus Legs
Low Points - Standard Bearer #2 who was clearly a stand in standard bearer and didn't seem clear what the others were doing.
Unanswered Questions - How do they stay on point for so long? How do you lift a petit russian ballerina up with one hand? Why did all the female characters in the show have exposed right breasts, sometimes with a red gem for a nipple?

Understand now why I look in a daze so much - my life is so complicated.

Mind you at least it worked technically from a scenery PoV - not that there was much. I recall seeing Jesus Christ Superstar at the Hippodrome and they couldn't erect Jesus' Cross. Very embarrassing. First they attacked it with a hammer, then they brought the curtain down, sellotaped it up, then raised the curtain (at least that was the impression I had).

In other news, 2 gerbils have arrived. Alas they hate each other so this means 2 gerbil tanks (grrrr). Also, I found the wallet I thought I'd lost so I seem to have wasted a couple of hours panicing. Mind you last time this happened to me (oooh, must have been a week ago) I found it in the middle of the front lawn.

I've got another super day out in London tomorrow (yawn!) - the trains are still up the swanny and the meeting hasn't been confirmed. Of course, my boss hasn't actually told me what its about yet, or what I've got to say - but I'm sure he'll ring me in the morning, plan to meet up before the meeting, be late, delay the start of the meeting, etc. Normal stuff.

I could stay down for Liberty Bounds again, but suspect if I do it verges becoming a habit ;-)

Now the rats are out, so I'd better press the post button so they can use the laptop to surf for porn or send instant messages like they normally do.

GD mood improving. NWO mood definitely still on the way up. Keeping both under control will be the problem I suspect.

My only GD concern is that I seem to be slowly learning far more than I want about my dead Husband through OOC means. I'm trying to avoid it - but unfortunately odd comments are making things slot into place. Bother bother.

Current Music: Depeche Mode - Mercy in You

5 lies or Lie to me
nortysarah From: nortysarah Date: October 29th, 2002 03:02 pm (UTC) (Link)
Hoorah! I'll see you tomorrow then!

So would you like to come to the ballet with me in December? I get comps through work for the English National Ballet and we could sit and ogle legs together!!
kneeshooter From: kneeshooter Date: October 29th, 2002 03:31 pm (UTC) (Link)

My plan tomorrow is to see how long my meeting goes on - if it happens! If I can get back to Birmingham by 6:30pm then I'll come back (exercise class at 7) - else I'll come to the pub and have another ridiculous late night - 2am last time I came down before I was in bed...

As to ballet - sounds cool. If it makes sense date-wise its a timetable. At least I think thats the right way around...
nortysarah From: nortysarah Date: October 29th, 2002 03:33 pm (UTC) (Link)


Hoorah! Well I *might* see you tomorrow then!
From: (Anonymous) Date: October 30th, 2002 01:31 am (UTC) (Link)

Avoiding GD spoilage

It's easy, simply never talk to Matt again.

And maybe sjh, too, I guess.

Hmm, perhaps I should rethink this plan.


kneeshooter From: kneeshooter Date: October 30th, 2002 09:05 am (UTC) (Link)

Re: Avoiding GD spoilage

If it were only that easy...
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