Indulgence


In which Mike goes, "eep"

Eep. I, Ticket 59, otherwise known as Mike Daley, last night occupied Seat C24 at the Shaw Theatre, Novotel St. Pancras (just outside the British Library) and saw and watched and listened to and just generally experienced Tori Amos "In Conversation" with Lucy O'Brien, and coincidentally knocking a few numbers off on the piano -- nothing much, just, let's think, "Silent All These Years", "Winter", "Cooling", "Jackie's Strength" and a couple more for good measure which were so good they're burned irreparably onto a little retina-sized bit of brain somwhere.

I'm not saying I was impressed but Tom's colleague Alan thought I'd stopped breathing.

Funnily enough, someone called Ronnie thought that the other night when I went to see Round the Horne Revisited at the White Bear (?) in Kennington, for which Douglas Smith was played by Charlie, the brother of Emma, the girlfriend of the Paul of the housewarming of Saturday night (this begins to sound more like AppleScript than English....), which was terribly amusing and made me remember much misspent youth listening to the wireless when I should have been out smoking acid or "doing" opium or whatever it is these days. Fogeys R us, apparently.

Bedbedbedbedbed. Spent three hours rewriting XSLT today. Some things are best simply not done, ever.

Posted: Wed - November 19, 2003 at 11:36 PM      


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