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Back in the Turnpike Lane flat, typing on an old beaten up laptop on someone elses internet connection. I was luxuriating in the broadband of the mountview library big chair, having just completed my training for the post of temporary library assistant.
Anyway, where was I? I put Andrew on a train and called my mum to apologise for not getting her a present and to say happy birthday. Then there was a comedy answerphone exchange with susannah and then I went to the Soho theatre to see the aforementioned Susannah in a piece written and directed by Ms. Emma Blundell. Was very good. There was also much wine. Afterwards I sat and drank with Emma until it came to throwing out type time, at which point Emma, being rather drunk, declared she needed food. A small jaunt to chinatown with myself and a lovely gent called Steve ensued and then I excused myself and headed home. Crawled into bed quite drunk and woke up not too long later.
Oscar gave me a kick early. i checked the schedule and discovered I was in as an RD volunteer at 4.30. Started unpacking, which is a huge job. Shower and a shave and down to the Trocadero for what turned out to be a great evening. I got a copy of Gory Gory Hallelujah as swag. I think I got chatted up by the star of En Fin La Mer who was gorgeous
and made me promise to be at the party tonight. I chatted lots to my lovely fellow volunteers and to Rory, head of print traffic. I saw Twighlight Samurai which is very good. Then the end of the night came and Oscar was hungry and we foolishly decided to get a curry which was overpriced and made us miss the tube and then it rained as we were waiting for the bus and Oscar was so pissed off. But then we sang all the way home and that seemed to pacify him.
Today I have worked my first shift in the library. I sat behind a desk and pretended to know stuff. It was pretty cool. Takes me back to being a duty manager at the BT. Actually, it's a lot like being an RD volunteer. You have to be there. You have to be friendly. You have to be helpful. Everything else is a bonus.
So now I'm sitting here wondering if I should go to this party tonight because I'm knackered and not a little scared. But I'm a volunteer. What was the point of volunteering if I'm not going to the parties? And lots of beautiful people will be there. but I'm still not unpacked. And I'm going to a party on Friday. And Saturday. Time will tell.
Anyway, where was I? I put Andrew on a train and called my mum to apologise for not getting her a present and to say happy birthday. Then there was a comedy answerphone exchange with susannah and then I went to the Soho theatre to see the aforementioned Susannah in a piece written and directed by Ms. Emma Blundell. Was very good. There was also much wine. Afterwards I sat and drank with Emma until it came to throwing out type time, at which point Emma, being rather drunk, declared she needed food. A small jaunt to chinatown with myself and a lovely gent called Steve ensued and then I excused myself and headed home. Crawled into bed quite drunk and woke up not too long later.
Oscar gave me a kick early. i checked the schedule and discovered I was in as an RD volunteer at 4.30. Started unpacking, which is a huge job. Shower and a shave and down to the Trocadero for what turned out to be a great evening. I got a copy of Gory Gory Hallelujah as swag. I think I got chatted up by the star of En Fin La Mer who was gorgeous
and made me promise to be at the party tonight. I chatted lots to my lovely fellow volunteers and to Rory, head of print traffic. I saw Twighlight Samurai which is very good. Then the end of the night came and Oscar was hungry and we foolishly decided to get a curry which was overpriced and made us miss the tube and then it rained as we were waiting for the bus and Oscar was so pissed off. But then we sang all the way home and that seemed to pacify him.
Today I have worked my first shift in the library. I sat behind a desk and pretended to know stuff. It was pretty cool. Takes me back to being a duty manager at the BT. Actually, it's a lot like being an RD volunteer. You have to be there. You have to be friendly. You have to be helpful. Everything else is a bonus.
So now I'm sitting here wondering if I should go to this party tonight because I'm knackered and not a little scared. But I'm a volunteer. What was the point of volunteering if I'm not going to the parties? And lots of beautiful people will be there. but I'm still not unpacked. And I'm going to a party on Friday. And Saturday. Time will tell.
