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Robert Wells or Mr Waters
Date: 11.33 am, Monday 12th June, 2006
Subject: Necessity is the mother of invention. Discus.
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Location:CW Library, N22
Feet haven't touched the floor in about a week. Last Wednesday I left home with a very large rucksack. I finally walked through my door again at 3am this morning.

I've been to a wedding. Well, a reception. Which was lovely and the bride was stunningly gorgeous and the groom was so cute and I lazed with the family and there was organic cider and port and cigars (naughty boy). I spent a day working on the wedding present, which turned out well in the end, although it would have been much easier to get a comedy toaster. The only problem with this joyous event was that I didn't realise it would be over so quickly, so they started playing the slow smoochy numbers when I was ready to strut my funky stuff. Ah well. Bride and groom should be safely away on their honeymoon now.

We had a party. It was my grandparents wedding anniversary, so my mum thought it would be nice, since I was home, to get all the family round. However, the grandparents themselves didn't want fussing over so it all fell through. So instead they invited some friends round and we had a kinda barbecue, without the barbecue bit. So I invited Fliss and Fraser and they came and we ate and drank and were merry and I spent the entire day beforehand gutting my room on the offchance that they spent the night, and we watched Mirrormask, and they stayed and it was Very Good. Need to acquire the skill of panel beating.

I watched some comedy. I asked my parents if they could drop me at the train station on Sunday, so they did. Admittedly it was Oxford train station rather than Coventry, but this suited me fine as yesterday was the annual double whammy, although this year we had the unholy trinity. Durham Revue followed by Cambridge Footlights then (after the interval) Oxford Revue. Durham had the energy and pace and a lot of simple but classic humour. Cambridge varied the standard wildly, interspercing standup and sketches and good shit and bad shit. So often they dropped the energy and pace at the end and it was just disappointing. Oxford's show was as long as the other two put together, had far too big a cast but, to be honest, wasn't bad. They followed a mainstage-forestage-mainstage pattern, to allow for scene changes, which would have been great if they'd done it as upstage/downstage and sold an extra three rows of seats. Some of the little routines in front of the act drop were what made the show. Running gag of *sings* "song lyric song lyric song lyric" *pause* "punchline", and a crowd entering and chanting "What do we want?" (insert comedy cause) "when do we want it?" (punchline) although it was the nude man sketch that sticks in the mind.

Man (who looks worryingly like David Tennant) walks on stage, completely naked, hand over his bits. Wonders about a bit. Sees audience.
MAN: Shit. I hope this is a dream.
Snap to Black.

A couple of good comedy songs fleshed it out, but really it should have been a tighter, funnier show.

And then the getout and a bus to london and a bus to Herne Hill. And back to work this morning. And I've got a cold. Ah well.
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User: pozorvlak
Date: 11.37 am, Monday 12th June, 2006 (UTC)
Subject: (no subject)
What did you make for the present?

I'm now presented-up for the 24th, though I have the usual did-I-spend-the-wrong-amount worries. I dunno. It came from a shop in Prague, so they're going to have a bugger of a time exchanging it if they don't like it...
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Robert Wells or Mr Waters: Wooly Thinking
User: weaselspoon
Date: 12.02 pm, Monday 12th June, 2006 (UTC)
Subject: (no subject)
Keyword:Wooly Thinking
They'll love it, whatever it is.
I was reading up on the etiquette of this. If you recieve a gift which you don't like and can't politely ask the giver if you can exchange it (ie you don't already have one and they aren't that good a friend) you should keep it for three years, in case they ask after it, and then you can do with it as you please.

I made Art. A piece called When Bunnies Propose (Acrylic and embroidery on cloth, 390mm x 390mm, private collection). Pictures to follow. No idea what I'm getting for the next one.
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