Miss Squeenie McPimpalot (chaletian) wrote,
Miss Squeenie McPimpalot

Hush, now, don't tell mama...

1. I am a squeen not in the best of health. I am afflicted by a sore throat. There is woe.

2. Ah, Thursday night comedy: it is a fine thing. Watched (as everyone else on my flist seems to have done) Extras, That Mitchell and Webb look (ah, Sir Digby Chicken Caesar… the BMX Bandit…) and finally Mock the Week. I do like a bit of Mock the Week. And not just because of its name.

3. I have listened to the Wicked CD about three million times and am not yet bored.

4. Will be getting the first series of Dark Angel imminently, which I’m quite excited about, because I haven’t really seen how it all started. Sadly there will be no Alec, but I will bear up.

5. I am already quite bored of the Labour infighting at the moment. Also my cynicism reached new heights a day or two ago when the papers seemed to be full of Gordon Brown weeping over something. I’m sure whatever he was weeping over was weepworthy, but the timing is just so… *so*.

6. Rather splendid French market in Lower Marsh today and tomorrow if anyone’s planning to be in the vicinity.

7. There was chocolate brandy (apple juice) cake. Now it is gone. Oimi.

8. Brownies tonight. I volunteered earlier in the week to be a hibernating thing but Xanthe was not overly impressed.

9. I seem to have stopped reading. This is strange.

10. Katie and I went to the theatre on Wednesday. It was exactly *proper* theatre, being a Platform at the National. The play was a one-act-er called Vote by Ballot by Harley Granville Baker (open to correction on the name; I mostly made that up). He was apparently a leading director type back in the day, according to our little information sheet. The main characters were Wychway (an amusing name given the context of his political affiliations), an MP recently raised to the peerage, his son, Noel, who had just lost by one vote the seat his father had occupied for about a million years, and Torpenhouse, their campaign manager, and basically it’s all about how it was Torpenhouse’s vote that had lost Noel the election, and how he’d been voting against Wychway the whole time. It was all quite comical, and Dominic West was narrating.
Tags: a life in the theatre, hypochondria, politics, theatre, tv
  • Post a new comment


    default userpic

    Your IP address will be recorded 

    When you submit the form an invisible reCAPTCHA check will be performed.
    You must follow the Privacy Policy and Google Terms of use.