Friday January 24th.
Good old Dad. Rah, rah, rah!
I will have to send him to more Australia vs England cricket
matches. He went to Perth to watch the Aussies thrash England, again! He was
there to add more Strine support to his side. The Aussies lost! I have told him
if he had gone to some of the test matches he might have made them lose those
too. He wasn’t amused. I guess with the gloom of England’s dismal performance
out there I needed some cheering up. Peter and Jeff went with him too and all
three are sick as the proverbial parrot! In the scheme of things, my gloating
over a single victory out of nine is pretty pathetic really but I just couldn’t
wait to Skype him and tease him about being a Jinx!
Laura thought I was over-reacting but then she isn’t really
a fan of cricket. One of her very few faults. LOL
Another day passed at work. No more from a certain
accountant, thank goodness. I had a chat (unrelated) about the theatre with Mrs
Briggs. She is going to see Comedy of Errors tomorrow. She didn’t know it was
an all-male cast and will be the same for Midsummer Night’s Dream. I can’t
really see what all the fuss is about to be honest, when old Bill Waggledagger
wrote the damn thing only men were allowed to act anyway, so there is a certain
verisimilitude to this production. It will give us something more to chat about
next week [only on Tuesday afternoon or Wednesday though as I am back to my
normal time at XXX & Y from tonight.
The plays the thing… wherein we’ll catch the conscience of
the Sheffield public. It was surprisingly well attended as far as I could see.
We almost missed it as I went to the Crucible only to realise we should have
been next door at the Lyceum! Durr. Luckily eagled eyed Laura was in charge of
the tickets tonight and steered me in the right direction. Mum was already in
the bar and had ordered interval drinks for us both, she had prior instructions
to do this, she wasn’t acting off her own bat.
The play was costumed in modern dress and set in somewhere
that could have been Spain rather than Syracuse. The actors were brilliant,
several of them played instruments throughout the performance and the patent
absurdity of the story was handled extremely well. Often I have seen this play
performed where it is anything but a comedy [in reality] but tonight’s
production was an absolute delight. I had more than several laugh out loud
moments and for once it wasn’t just me laughing at stuff [always embarrassing I
feel].
I hope as many people as possible go and see this lot
because they are brilliant. They sort of make you feel that the Bard would be
laughing along from his cloud, watching it.
Theatre news. Before we set off we discovered that the
Reduced Shakespeare Company’s production of “The Bible” has been banned in
Ireland. What a set of fucking dickheads religious people are at times. I bet
none of the cretinous tossers who are bleating about the show have any idea
what it is about. None of them will have
seen it at all I’ll bet. I saw it when I was in Cambridge, years ago and it is
hilarious! Laura, Mum and I are off to see it in Nottingham sometime in March
[it isn’t playing in Sheffield for some reason, maybe all this Irish ban
publicity may bring it to our doors].
We all thoroughly enjoyed ourselves and Mum, in particular,
is looking forward to seeing MND next Saturday. She has directed school
productions of it at every school she has taught in. Once she cast me as
Helena! Her casting dilemma when I was Helena was the fact she was producing
the play in an all-girls school. In fact she I remember her saying she has only
ever produced it in a mixed school once in her teaching career, all the rest of
the time she has taught in single sex schools!
I thought my Helena was brilliant, although I am biased. The
girl playing Demetrius and I worked out an incredibly realistic stage slap for
one point in the woodland scenes; the audience gasped every time we did it. OK
Mum showed us how the thing worked but it was testament to Julie’s acting that
the slap was a wow every night. I have digressed.
Owing to us being out tonight, Laura has booked herself in
for tomorrow night and Sunday night at the restaurant which could make those
two evening a little lonely without her. Ho hum.
Saturday January 25th.
We had our usual swim after I had walked Callie this morning
and then a cooked full English breakfast as a treat. My throat is now 100% fit
and well and ready to do battle with all the food I can shovel down it.
The weather continues to be horrid. We drove over to
Bradfield for our lunch today, meeting a certain mad Frenchwoman at the Plough
Inn. She was already there enthusing about a beer brewed in the village called
Belgian Blue. She said it was wonderful and against my better judgement I asked
for a half a pint. It was dreadful. I don’t know why I even bothered. It is a
lovely colour [deep purple – because it is made using bilberries] but it is
still beer! Therefore it was totally unpalatable in my eyes. Feli had my half
pint. Laura stuck with hers to the bitter end; no pun intended and then went
onto wine like I had.
Feli was all full of beans and invigorated and ready to
start the new semester on Monday. She was also full of beans because she’d been
getting a good old rodgering from a new man she has met in France called Guy.
According to her they f*cked like rabbits all over the Christmas Holidays. She
has given up the idea of Mr Radford from Lancaster [until he calls her I bet
and then she’ll no doubt be heading to his place to play hide the sausage with
him too!] I am going to stop attempting to keep up with Feli’s love life. She is obviously enjoying herself and who am I
to stand in the way of that?
Driving back over the top from Bradfield there was still
snow lying in the fields and under the edges of walls. It has obviously had
more nasty weather the higher up the fells you go. I phoned Phil in Horsforth
and they’d had snow for a few days where they are. Lucky buggers.
The rest of the day was spent doing fairly mundane stuff,
house cleaning, cooking an evening meal trying new methods of using our Rampant
Rabbit! It was a shame Laura had to go off to work, we were having so much fun.
Luckily she wasn’t too tired when she got back for us to
continue where we left off.
Sunday January 26th.
It has been like the Biblical flood out there today. I
cannot remember having weather like this before here in Sheffield. Up in
Cumbria it is sort of the norm but not usually this far south and east. It has
put paid to us doing anything today. We have hibernated for the day. Richard
and I did this a few times but it is the first time Laura and I have spent the
whole day together in bed. Even poor old Callie was merely shoved out into the
back field to answer her calls of nature rather than go out in the torrents
which were bucketing down.
As a result I can either give a step by step, detailed and
intimate account of every little thing we did with each other’s bodies or I can
call it a day now.
OK. It’s a day.
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