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Something that someone said at the G and S rehearsal last night very gave me the urge to make a wise crack involving G and S hackery mixed with wet!boys olympic swim team slash. One of those moments when you know that no one else in the room, or conceivably the entire universe, would get the joke... unfortunately I don't now remember the line, so... this is a bit of a pointless thought really.
In other news... well, I've been quite up since Monday night. I've actually succeeded in getting a small amount of constuctive work done, and in being generally positive and stuff. I've written some original fic, and I've been fiddling with music composition again, and generally feeling a bit more creative and stuff.
Football. Didn't get to see the friendlies. There was a reason.... oh yeah, that was it:
I went to London, to see the plays of His Dark Materials at the national. ( cut just in case anyone would think it spoilery )
At the end, the technical crew got to come out on stage for a bow with the cast, which was adorable and appropriate, cos so much of the effectiveness of the plays was down to the incredible technical stuff, the moving sets and props and funky lighting, and it's all so smooth and fluid that you don't even notice how complicated what they're doing is.
It was the first time I'd been back to the National Theatre since the last time I acted there, and the first time I'd ever gone in through the front door. It was such a weird experience. I'd never seen all of the foyers before, never really seen the auditorium in the Olivier, certainly not from up in the circle. It... didn't look the way I remembered. Partly because the stage is set up differently to usual - the poppadum is replaced by a slightly larger rotating drum, with three different interior sets instead of only two like for Willows. It sticks out further into the auditorium. And partly because last time I was in their was... seven years ago now.
I ended up feeling all nostalgic and kinda... home sick. ( cut for whinging )
Right. I've successfully procrastinated away this morning's potential time for work. Now I'd better get on with things...
In other news... well, I've been quite up since Monday night. I've actually succeeded in getting a small amount of constuctive work done, and in being generally positive and stuff. I've written some original fic, and I've been fiddling with music composition again, and generally feeling a bit more creative and stuff.
Football. Didn't get to see the friendlies. There was a reason.... oh yeah, that was it:
I went to London, to see the plays of His Dark Materials at the national. ( cut just in case anyone would think it spoilery )
At the end, the technical crew got to come out on stage for a bow with the cast, which was adorable and appropriate, cos so much of the effectiveness of the plays was down to the incredible technical stuff, the moving sets and props and funky lighting, and it's all so smooth and fluid that you don't even notice how complicated what they're doing is.
It was the first time I'd been back to the National Theatre since the last time I acted there, and the first time I'd ever gone in through the front door. It was such a weird experience. I'd never seen all of the foyers before, never really seen the auditorium in the Olivier, certainly not from up in the circle. It... didn't look the way I remembered. Partly because the stage is set up differently to usual - the poppadum is replaced by a slightly larger rotating drum, with three different interior sets instead of only two like for Willows. It sticks out further into the auditorium. And partly because last time I was in their was... seven years ago now.
I ended up feeling all nostalgic and kinda... home sick. ( cut for whinging )
Right. I've successfully procrastinated away this morning's potential time for work. Now I'd better get on with things...