Well now that Hurricane Darbyshire has passed on, let me thank them for the extra traffic and move on, plagued by the feeling that I missed a meeting somewhere but resigned to it all the same.
Let us think of cheerful things instead. I have bought some promising stuff on my weekly late night shop. 'How To Be Free' by Tom Hodgkinson, I've not started it yet but if it's as good as 'How To Be Idle', then we're onto something. While I was at it I picked up the new Idler, edited by good old Tom. The sneaky buggers in Borders placed the two things beside each other. Shopkeepers really do see me coming. I also bought a copy of Rupert Everett's autobiography 'Red Carpets and other banana skins'. I'm only about a quarter of the way through but it's shaping up to be a treat. Laugh out loud on the bus funny. Our Roo is a hoot, even if I turn the page and the whole thing goes downhill, it will have been worth the money.
I saw Rupert Everett perform at the Citizens Theatre a good few years ago, playing the part of Lord Henry Wooton in The Picture Of Dorian Gray. He was spellbinding. At times his performance sailed perilously close to caricature but he always brought it back. I don't think I've ever been so tense watching anyone act live before or since, nor do I think I've ever seen anyone take such risks. Throughout his whole performance I thought he was going to lose it. At first I thought 'go on die on your arse' but then without seeming to try he won the audience round and I for one wanted him to storm it. It was more like watching a tightrope walk than a play, but opera apart I don't think I've ever enjoyed myself so much in a theatre before or since.
I went back to work after the holidays today, this is most unlike me but I really liked every client that came in. Still hate most of my colleagues, well not most there are some gems in there and it's them I want to think of. Could it be I'm getting my old client comes first even if they are daft professionalism back? I do hope so. It's about time.