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Robert Wells or Mr Waters
Date: 10.51 am, Tuesday 17th March, 2009
Subject: Thou hast forspoke my being in these wars, And say'st it is not fit.
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I don't really know what to say about yesterday. Tired and groggy. Work, home, nachos and top gear. But then as FE says, life is about the details. I biked to Brixton for the first time in ages having a newly "fixed" bike. The conversation with TL about theatre that excites, and people that make you want to be excited. A reasoned discussion with our head of movement on the subject of His Dark Materials (I don't really like it, she loves it, and from completely different directions). Walking to the tube with AD who was fed up, and explaining where the term comes from. Running into composer Joe, who I'm always pleased to see. Cycling home without breaking a sweat and finding D's certificate for a marathon cycling event on the table and feeling very small. Eating the nachos while watching episode 1 of Dollhouse, which I did enjoy, and then putting Top Gear on while editing photos. Getting to sleep very late because when you're tired everything takes that much longer.

I forgot that Saturday was Kurdish new year (I think that's what it was) and when we met in Trafalgar Square to go to the whiskey tasting, there was a huge, well, rally seems the best word. I forgot that after that we walked through the National Gallery just so I could show off A Very Important Painting (no not the ambassadors, the Bronzino next door).

I keep forgetting these details and they're what makes the world worth living in.

Album of the day was Billy Bragg and Wilco - Mermaid Avenue. Perfectly pleasant, but it kind of went over my head with the tiredness and the not listening when cycling. I'll have to come back to that one.

Billy Bragg and Wilco - Mermaid Avenue

Play of the day was Dan Muirden - The Things Good Men Do. A bit of a soap opera this one. A reformed womaniser has met the girl he wants to marry. An old flame resurfaces, he gets her pregnant, and then it all goes to shit. Not going to change the world, this one, but well written and has the heart in your throat moments it needs. Lots of classic tragedy with a rope-a-dope ending.
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User: diamond_geyser
Date: 12.44 pm, Tuesday 17th March, 2009 (UTC)
Subject: Got Woody?
Listen to the one about Stromboli again. And then join me in Osborn pestering until he covers it proper for me.
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