I’ve been busy with one thing and another, none of it interesting. I’ve also had backache, headache, hipache and – of all things – leftbuttockache.
Word has been restored but I ran out of printer ink. I don’t know how to replace the ink cartridge, but that’s a job for the Hub, anyway. And he’ll do it as soon as I remember to tell him I need ink. I can’t think over this left buttock shouting at me all the time.
I couldn’t get warm last night, until the Hub brought me an extra quilt and a hot water bottle. I’m too warm this morning.
One of the dogs was sick in the hall and I had to clean it up. I always seem to be cleaning up after one end of a dog or another. They both need a bath and a haircut. So do I. I bet they get theirs first.
Don’t talk to me; I’m in a BAD mood.
I did laugh one night this week. We went to see Alex in a new play, Not From Round ‘Ere. Think In Bruges in the Forest of Dean. It was a farce: new writing from student Alex Bushnell, and very funny. Alex Bushnell had a short film play at the Cannes Film Festival and was nominated for an award, and I could see why. The play needed some tweaking, as his youth and inexperience showed in places, but on the whole it was excellent.
A strong cast (no names for you, because there were no programmes available due to a problem at the printer’s. That didn’t help my mood) included our Alex, who played seven characters, plus a couple of voiceovers and one chicken sound effect. He didn’t have a lot of lines but he made the most of them, and his simple dropping of a walking stick onto the floor brought the house down. Sadly, there is no film so I can’t show you; but I do hope to have a photo soon of him in a long blonde wig, cheeky denim shorts, and high heels.
I can’t make fun of him that way just yet, but here’s a video of him at Sessions: basically, student karaoke. He was one of the last to go on so he’s very, erm, merry. The paper he’s holding has the lyrics on but he forgot he was holding it; and he’s wearing cat ears just because…
Like I said, he was slightly inebriated.
It was nice to see him in a comedy; he hasn’t done one since Lend Me A Tenor: a play rehearsed and performed in a week, at school. Sixth formers do it for fun after exams. Here’s a clip:
A few weeks ago we saw him in a concert of André Previn’s unused score of Goodbye Mr Chips. Not From Round ‘Ere is running until tomorrow night. Tomorrow morning he’s doing Shakespeare for Breakfast for charity; and on Sunday he’s in a preview show of The Last Five Years, which he’ll be appearing in in April, after his week in yet another play at the National Student Drama Festival. Then he’s going to sleep for a month. Oh no, he can’t, because in May he’s singing in a concert of Lerner & Loewe’s forgotten songs.
In case you think I’ve forgotten Wary Boy, he’s doing well but prefers that I not broadcast his activities i.e. doesn’t tell me much of what he’s up to. He did get a very nice tattoo on his forearm this week, but I don’t know how to move a photo from my phone to my laptop, so you’ll have to take my word for it.
I’m useless with technology; I can’t use it to share news and it’s always going wrong or running out or wasting my time. No wonder I’m in a bad mood.