The report is done – by which I mean I saved a copy of last year’s report, swapped in a celebration from this year to replace a different tone from last year and changed the order of a few things.
It is once again time to procrastinate instead of writing this report, friends.
I have successfully procrastinated writing the report I was going to do tonight by buying a rail card, train tickets and peering at little pictures of eggs and dragons
Maybe my skin weirdness and joint weirdness is because the weather has changed
Putting my Dad’s books back in the wardrobe and you can really tell what his interests were – it’s all world war 2 aircraft, East and South East Asia, Catholicism and the occult.
Just been asked why some CDs are so hard to break and my A-Level physics project is finally coming in handy…
Content warning:Food
I have now just watched Ina Garten make a hummus and tuna sandwich and absolutely not.
I’ve seen two productions of Carmen – Zeffirelli’s one in around 2017 in Verona and another at the Royal Albert Hall performed in English and neither Zeffirelli’s input at or it being in a language I understand improved things.
The telly luring me in with a 1954 film named Carmen Jones about “a factory worker who falls in love with a soldier” only for the opening credits to roll with BIZET’S MUSIC and it is my NEMESIS Carmen, my be-hated.
I dreamt that Oscar Piastri and I were trying to get from one mysterious unknown Norfolk airport to one in Thetford because we were going to New Jersey for a Gaslight Anthem concert. On the way, we met Timothee Chalamet who was hanging out with Lambert Wilson and working on his scrapbook.