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Weekend blogging! With the wonder of wireless!
Self: Hey, you've made soy yogurt palatable.
Brother: It's the crapload of black pepper.
Self: ... metric or imperial crapload?
Brother: Do you know, you're the second person who's asked me that.
(But vouchsafed no reply, so I will have to experiment. After all, the metric crapload is only 1.247 times the size of the imperial, so it shouldn't be too far wrong either way.)
Have had a very good weekend so far. And still another day spare, yay bank holidays.
Went to the Canal Cafe on Friday to see a sketch group called The Big Frizz- they'd lost my booking, but it wasn't full so it was OK. They vindicated my faith that all-woman groups can be very funny, by being very funny. My absolute favourite sketch was a quickie about the dangers of zombies in the workplace, but the running storytelling sessions ("Fannie Christmas Finds Her Mission") were excellent, as was the 20s starlet talking to her agent. Would be v happy to see them again, hopefully with the third member there as well.
Yesterday, saw the Ornate Johnsons at the Soho Theatre. There's been quite a bit of buzz about them, and they were excellent. The audience was oddly quiet in the first half, despite there being a fully fledged hen night in ("bachelorette party", I think, for Americans) (they were fledged in pink boas, as it happened), but gave much more of the warmth the actors deserved in the second half. Soft Rock News, a Shakespearean pub quiz, juvenile delinquent as Robin Hood, Emily firing Bagpuss- all excellent ideas, well written and very well performed. Of all the things I've seen over the past few months, this is the one I'd be least surprised to see on TV in something like its current form, and it would be very good.
Went to a garden show at an English Heritage-run stately home called Wrest Park today. I only got a scented leafed geranium for my room, but the others got a lot of herbs, shrubs, steel ducks... the house isn't open to the public, but we also had a quick wander rouns the grounds- into a folly from 1709 with lots of spiral staircases, through a shrubbery with lots of avenues terminating in statues, and down to a lake with a swan and her cygnets, what we're pretty sure were some otters, and huuuuge black fish eating the water-lilies. It was threatening to rain but never did, and in fact there were sufficient "sunny intervals" that I think I've caught the sun on my nose. A very nice day.
Must stop blogging with one hand and eating with the other (will pick up a book in spare hand instead). Will merely note that having a wee glass of wine helps neither my spelling nor my tendency to use run-on sentences with oodles of brackets. Cheers!
Brother: It's the crapload of black pepper.
Self: ... metric or imperial crapload?
Brother: Do you know, you're the second person who's asked me that.
(But vouchsafed no reply, so I will have to experiment. After all, the metric crapload is only 1.247 times the size of the imperial, so it shouldn't be too far wrong either way.)
Have had a very good weekend so far. And still another day spare, yay bank holidays.
Went to the Canal Cafe on Friday to see a sketch group called The Big Frizz- they'd lost my booking, but it wasn't full so it was OK. They vindicated my faith that all-woman groups can be very funny, by being very funny. My absolute favourite sketch was a quickie about the dangers of zombies in the workplace, but the running storytelling sessions ("Fannie Christmas Finds Her Mission") were excellent, as was the 20s starlet talking to her agent. Would be v happy to see them again, hopefully with the third member there as well.
Yesterday, saw the Ornate Johnsons at the Soho Theatre. There's been quite a bit of buzz about them, and they were excellent. The audience was oddly quiet in the first half, despite there being a fully fledged hen night in ("bachelorette party", I think, for Americans) (they were fledged in pink boas, as it happened), but gave much more of the warmth the actors deserved in the second half. Soft Rock News, a Shakespearean pub quiz, juvenile delinquent as Robin Hood, Emily firing Bagpuss- all excellent ideas, well written and very well performed. Of all the things I've seen over the past few months, this is the one I'd be least surprised to see on TV in something like its current form, and it would be very good.
Went to a garden show at an English Heritage-run stately home called Wrest Park today. I only got a scented leafed geranium for my room, but the others got a lot of herbs, shrubs, steel ducks... the house isn't open to the public, but we also had a quick wander rouns the grounds- into a folly from 1709 with lots of spiral staircases, through a shrubbery with lots of avenues terminating in statues, and down to a lake with a swan and her cygnets, what we're pretty sure were some otters, and huuuuge black fish eating the water-lilies. It was threatening to rain but never did, and in fact there were sufficient "sunny intervals" that I think I've caught the sun on my nose. A very nice day.
Must stop blogging with one hand and eating with the other (will pick up a book in spare hand instead). Will merely note that having a wee glass of wine helps neither my spelling nor my tendency to use run-on sentences with oodles of brackets. Cheers!