A New Creed
Saw a postcard that I had to buy and stick on my fridge to remind me:
WORK - like you don’t need the money
LOVE - like you’ve never been hurt
DANCE - like nobody’s watching
Another good and busy weekend, this one a ~300 miler, incorporating three meals out, 2 bottles wine, a G&T and much confusion over the shift from BST to GMT. I have booked the next two weekends for doing next to burger all, or I’m not going to make it through the winter. I’m now 9 days overdue for some groceries… must… get…. milk…
What a good weekend that one was!
Friday was cabaret heaven in Leeds, where I bumped into Ms X, my stalker from all those weeks ago at the salsa club. She spied me so I had a brief chat and made my escape. Steve Rawlings was performing and was very good: all the old tricks were there but the delivery was great and one or two bits even took me by surprise (but then I always let myself get sucked in to shows, they’re more enjoyable that way) he certainly impressed the lass next to me when he sliced his arm with one of the knives he was going to juggle… Turned out she was with X and needless to say the stalker had baggied me, so despite getting on pretty well for an hour or more things went a little pear shaped when she turned round to me at the bar and said ‘do you want a tip for a good woman?’. I saw what was coming and replied with an emphatic ‘no.’. But she ploughed on regardless: ‘X’. At this point panic had taken over so I could only reply with another ‘No’. 14 hours later I had the perfect reply, which is about par for the course…
Saturday was the manc juggling convention, at which I nearly got up and did a turn, but didn’t. Then after the show there was more juggling and miark and I got up to have a chuck and I invented a beauty, about 2.5 times harder and 5 times more impressive than what I was going to do… so I’ll be saving that for the next chocfest then…
Part of the evening was spent mildly flirting with a finely constructed jewish primary school teacher. A memorable point was where she asserted that she may be easy but she’s not cheap. 10 hours later, I had the perfect reply. 1 under par.
Set off home at 1am, began regretting it at north leeds, really got into the swing of regretting it when the leeds-harrogate road had a bridge out and a substantial detour. But was thankful the next morning when I woke up at home and able to get my laundry done etc.
Sunday night was the other side comedy club: in the intermission there was a competition to write something funny: the funnyest entry got free cinema tickets… The challenge was “Iraq has just got a german football coach. What are the implications for the international community?”. The only thing I could come up with was somehow punning on subs and u-boats and I couldn’t even manage that, so entered an appalling pun and filled in the name ‘anon’. It won! Well after hearing the competition, and especially cos there was a tenner’s free cinemagoing in there, I was no longer ashamed of my joke, and owned up willingly.
After the show, starring Matt Blaize and Danny Bhoy (both v good) I went to get my tickets out of the compere. He was talking to Danny Bhoy and I’m afraid I made a bit of a tit of myself by talking shit at him for a little too long. I knew that anyone who appears in public for a living must get sick of certain observations that random people spout - e.g. michael palin is sick being told he is sooo nice - so I tried to second-guess and think of something better. Failed. Ended up with nothing to say, but saying it anyway… ho hum.