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I can't believe it's not Wednesday! - A Most Illuminating Tale
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Robert Wells or Mr Waters
Date: 3.16 am, Thursday 5th February, 2004
Subject: I can't believe it's not Wednesday!
Security: Public
Mood:world weary
Music:sound of silence
So, after a late start yesterday, I finally hung the second of my calicos and went out to see Richard Cheese and Lounge Against the Machine. I got there stupidly early and Garry stood me up. They hadn't brought any merchandise to sell. I was surrounded by drunken shouting idiots. They didn't play my requests. I ended up walking for 2 hours after the gig to get home.

Despite all this, it was fantastic. For anyone who doesn't know, Richard Cheese (or Dick, as he likes to be known) performs popular songs of today in the lounge style. It may be another novelty act, but it works because the band are good, the front man is funny and commands respect and they look after their fans. They played an extra long set and promised us freebies because they'd been idiots with the merchandise. They promised to come back, and I think they will.

Got home and cooked dinner. The same as lunch. Max was writing word puzzles, which I then spent hours trying to solve.

Here's the idea. You are given a clue consisting of two alliterative words and a number. The solution is a pair of words which are synonyms of the clue, rhyme with each other and have the number of syllables stated.

For example:
(Q) bumble's benders (1)
(A) bee's knees

Although the solution does not have to be a phrase or make any kind of sense. It merely needs to rhyme.

septetritional spain (4)
lasered letter (3)
fingernail finish (2)
prawn prevention (3)
marsupial mixture (3)
routine rider (4)
pet's path (2)
rock review (5)
ecclesiastical effigy (2)
decorator's disgust (3)
glow gone (3)
light lagging (4)
polish promoter (2)
goblet goading (2)
preserve pretence (3)

Answers on a postcard.

Then a few more chapters of Perec. I think I'm going to try and write an Oulipean play. By the end of the month I'll have a 15 minute Oulipean play. You see if I don't. I mean it. Don't push me.

I got to sleep around 4. Woke late and immediately had to rush to get to a look round at the Bridewell theatre. I'm teching K-Pax, if anyone wants to come see. Proper plug nearer the day. Tea with cast. Then I was expecting to have a dance class in the evening so I was going to head out to Wood Green, but it was very early and I wasn't sure about the class so I mooched a bit. Then I discovered that the class wasn't on, but there was the possibility of seeing After Miss Julie at the Donmar. So I mooched a bit more.

After Miss Julie was very good. Technically one of the best pieces I've seen in a long time. Acting, set, props, lighting, sound were all great. But there was something in the script I wasn't mad keen on. Can't quite put my finger on it, but it's the opposite of why Lost In Translation works.

Pootled home. Chatted on the phone. Cooked dinner.

Ingredients: (serves one very tired greedy bastard)
2 chicken breasts
1 tin Heinz tomato soup
2 sliced white bread
seasoning to taste
knob of ghee

Meld the ghee in a saucepan over a high heat. Chop and season the chicken. Stir fry in the ghee until sealed. Add the soup. Bring to the boil. Simmer while toasting the bread. When the toast is done, serve.

Can't feel my legs any more. I've walked so much in the last couple of days. And it's 3am already. Now who did that?
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Strork the Rhinoceros
User: androktone
Date: 10.37 am, Thursday 5th February, 2004 (UTC)
Subject: (no subject)
Ah, I did not know you were a London person..
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Robert Wells or Mr Waters
User: weaselspoon
Date: 1.53 pm, Thursday 5th February, 2004 (UTC)
Subject: (no subject)
Have been for a whole two years now. I don't like it. It smells.
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