fri sat sun
Hey,
How are you doing? Me? Oh, I’m fine. A bit blaaah, really, but nothing specific. The weekend was fantastic. No, really: Fan. Tas. Tic.
Friday was a trip to the gym for another hellish workout, followed by a steam in the steam-room, during which I got talking to another gym-goer, discovered he used to work for Capitalist Bastard Bank (ie the parent of my current employers), and that he, too, is a friend of Merv’s. Nice to be networking, at the gym, in the steamroom. It felt just like a scene from the Sopranos.
After that, it was a taxi ride to the West End to meet D. I love a light, bright evening taxi ride in the city: It all looks so filled with potential, so cinematic. A quick bite at Kettners (Where St Oscar regularly took his rent, don’t ya know), and we met up with uncles Bob and Larry for a trip to see Ms Coco Peru at the Soho Theatre.
Coco’s show is wonderful: A mix of bitter resignation (the whole “I thought I’d be a Broadway or Movie Star by now, and look where I am,” schtick was so well observed - who hasn’t lamented the failure of their dreams to come true, whilst simultaneously thanking God for what they have. I mean, if I’d gone for a job in retail, things would have turned out very differntly…), really chonking moments of poetry on the human condition, and flat out funny. As a recovering Cathaholic, i can attest that her bit about the behaviour of ‘The Nuns’ to the bullying received by a quiet little boy is spot on. And also very very funny, in the laugh-or-cry school.
Friday morning, i received my copy of Darren Hayes’ This Delicate Thing We’ve Made double Cd collectors special edition. It wasn’t due for release until yesterday, so I was as childishly excited as you can no doubt imagine to have it early. D trotted off to football, and I, having shopped for some groceries, spent the afternoon on the sofa under a snuggly new chocolate brown throw, watching the rain fall outside, and listening to one of the most adventurous, entertaining, engaging, exciting and downright enjoyable albums of the year. Fabulous. There’s no other word for it.
Sunday was a trip to the Gym with the hubbie, and an afternoon spent trying to sort out the millions of holiday pictures so we can post them to Flickr and put a badge on this here site. Household chores, and a nice Doctor Who or two, made for a perfect finish to a rather nice weekend.
The only cloud: An extended family member died on Sunday. She’d been very ill for some time, and her passing was not unexpected. Still, the relief at the end of her pain is tinged very strongly with a great deal of sadness that someone good dies, whilst a whole world full of nasty vipers still gets to live on.
Ah, but there I go again: Bitter to the end.