...and when I find my trousers, I'll find my feet...
Friday, May 13th, 2005 04:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
caddymanFriday afternoon, after 4pm: the dog end of the week. There are several parts of the working week that creak along almost interminably, but I don’t think there is another with quite the rich texture and boredom quotient of the slow moving minutes between four and five-thirty pm on a Friday. I accept that my perceptions may be skewed by the fact that I am bored out of my gourd, and that it is during the time slot in question, but I think it’s true. It’s the combination of tiredness, being in the office and looking forward to the imminent weekend.
Ah, me.
I’m off to Marlow for the weekend, and after the experience of the last trip (the first post move), I have brung a bag to work with me and will be going directly from the office. Up to Whetstone followed by back down into town and across the Marylebone is a time consuming faff and is to be discouraged.
I understand that a bunch of friends are off to see Lulu1 at the English National Opera, tonight. Good luck; the reviews have been uniformly awful, and this was confirmed by DT who saw it on Tuesday, and who is trying to think of ways of getting out of seeing it a second time tonight. It’s something when ‘free’ is too expensive, isn’t it?
It’s very grey outside. I confidently expect it to piss down around the time I launch myself on the crowds heading for the Tube at Victoria. Looks windy, too: the drab excuses for trees I can see from the office window are somewhat agitated.
ON THE BRIGHT SIDE, my Network Walkman has just kicked up a Sandy Denny and the Strawbs song, Two Weeks Last Summer for my enjoyment. Oh, happy day.
You know it’s Friday 13th when that’s as good as it gets.
1 Th’ opera, based upon Frank Wedekind’s play. Not the short Scottish chanteuse of the same name.
Ah, me.
I’m off to Marlow for the weekend, and after the experience of the last trip (the first post move), I have brung a bag to work with me and will be going directly from the office. Up to Whetstone followed by back down into town and across the Marylebone is a time consuming faff and is to be discouraged.
I understand that a bunch of friends are off to see Lulu1 at the English National Opera, tonight. Good luck; the reviews have been uniformly awful, and this was confirmed by DT who saw it on Tuesday, and who is trying to think of ways of getting out of seeing it a second time tonight. It’s something when ‘free’ is too expensive, isn’t it?
It’s very grey outside. I confidently expect it to piss down around the time I launch myself on the crowds heading for the Tube at Victoria. Looks windy, too: the drab excuses for trees I can see from the office window are somewhat agitated.
ON THE BRIGHT SIDE, my Network Walkman has just kicked up a Sandy Denny and the Strawbs song, Two Weeks Last Summer for my enjoyment. Oh, happy day.
You know it’s Friday 13th when that’s as good as it gets.
1 Th’ opera, based upon Frank Wedekind’s play. Not the short Scottish chanteuse of the same name.
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Date: 2005-05-13 11:33 pm (UTC)They can all act - treat it like a play with the dialogue delivered in an odd way.