Why Oh Why do I do it to myself?
It’s too late for anything really BUT…
I’ve just watched a documentary about The Berlin Philharmonic.
The individual working within the group. The sense of excitment and terror at performance, the notion of all pulling together and then the one voice. The need to communicate.
It was profoundly moving.
LBC
THE CHALK GARDEN
By the time I got home last night my feet were humming, my back singing and my brain all of a concert. I fell into bed, cut out the noise of the old git, the daughter, her friend and the throbbing balls of my feet.
I fell asleep immediately until 6.00
Went back to sleep until 8.00
Did all my admin. and now, at 9.38, I am wacking out yesterdays adventures.
Hold on while I say goodbye to the Northern spouse.
Walk on the West Side.
The weather was 25 degrees.
The little red car had its roof down, made for a comfortable drive to LBC.
The show went so quickly. A really swift 3 hours.
Straight to the acupuncturist. After which I made a decision.
North, South, Eats and West.
Dear June, Is my ‘oosbind in mint condition?
What do you think?
He was six years older than me 32 years ago which makes him nearly 92%older than the number you first thought of.
It’s 00.04. Four minutes past the witching hour although it feels like 7 in the evening and I’ll tell you why…..
A Band On Men T!
The rain is here, its not big globules more a continual light spray of wet droplets.
The flat is vey quiet, but not for long…
B and the beau have just arrived.
Jim the oosbind has left for the cottage.
He’s gorn orf an’ left me guvnor. Taken hisself orf to the country on the back of his mighty Honder. Gorn and left me high and dry withart a penny to me name. I am a lawst woman, abandoned wiv only meself to blame.
Not to worry I’ll see him on Friday…
The show…..
I can see clearly now the smudge has gone
I have finally broken my hikers block.
At 7.00 this morning, after a hugely naughty night of champagne, roast chicken and conversation, I hauled myself out of bed, looked at my fallen arches, fallen jowls and concluded I was just a fallen woman so I went back to bed.
At 7.30 I hauled myself out of bed, looked at my fallen arches, fallen jowls and decided that rather than repeat myself over and over again I would get up.
SO…..
Wet Wet Wet
The air conditioning has broken in the studio that I share with James O’Brien.
SO
We are all HOT SEATING in the big studio now.
That means everything has to be picked up swftly before the next occupant takes their seat. Its such a rush that I left my flip-flops under the desk,
Whilst Petrie Hosken & James Hartigan were setting up ‘Drive Time’ I was scrambling around on my hands and knees between their legs….
TAKE THAT….
I knew it was going to be tough getting over Jackson, but I didn’t expect melt down.
Jim and I went back to the cottage last weekend..
It was difficult.
The rain turned it into a cliche.
A pod in Lakeside
We traversed embarassing moments and God today. Quite literally from the sublime to the ridiculous. You picked up my mood, how thats possible over the air waves is beyond me, but you did. One week since we put Jackson down, whichever way you bake it that’s what we did. That damn dog is in my … Read more
Crying for England.
Dear, dear bloggers, thank you so much for your Jackson comments, your advice to cry has been noted.
I am booing at any given opportunity so thanks for that.
23.03. Steve will be in bed, and publish this tomorrow. I couldn’t blog any sooner as I was invited to the Young Vic to watch Jane Horrocks in Bertold Brechts’s Good Woman of Sezuan.
I was really looking forward to it.
In the event it was as bad as it could be.