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Are not all these which speake, Galileans? - A Most Illuminating Tale
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Robert Wells or Mr Waters
Date: 10.31 am, Wednesday 4th March, 2009
Subject: Are not all these which speake, Galileans?
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Dreamed I had burned down a restaurant. Always an odd thing to wake up to. Arrived early to work and found I spent a lot of my day ranting on pet subjects (the state of musical theatre, starting a religion, why my boss is an idiot). A student who had previously taken out a pinter DVD and had been served in an awkward, threatening, pause-filled manner took out a big stack of silent comedies which were processed in the appropriate silent clown manner. At some point I ended up accidentally eating something plastic. Meander home. It rained on me several times during the day that I didn't notice until I went to take my coat off and realised it was wet. I've taken to wearing a barbour stockman coat with a bushman hat and I carry a crumpler boomer XL bag. Umbrellas are something that happens to other people. Home for pizza, Samuel Smith's organic cherry beer and some Top Gear. Did another pass at a preconstructionist thing I'm working on. Uploaded the first week of the fourth annual lent puzzle, but I've yet to write an introduction or update protrait.net. Inspired by my dancing on Saturday night, where I danced so hard my shoes fell apart, I made this:
Day 4

Album of the day was Badmarsh & Shri - Signs. So that's what trip hop is. It became the film score to my day, upbeat rhythms as I walked down the road with some ambient stuff kicking in as I sat down on the tube. Inevitably loops a bit too much for my taste.

Badmarsh & Shri - Signs

Play of the day was Judy Upton - Bruises. Dad owns a B&B and his son, in between being beaten by dad and fucking all the guests, makes the breakfasts. I didn't like it. I found the characters unbelivable and the situations pointless, but talking to my boss about it I can see that it would be a lot better in performance. There's a wonderful speech about dancing in a closed bar for the people outside.
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