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