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No Lurgy In The 'Verse Can Stop Me
The cold refuses to shift, which doesn't mean I can't.
I had a very pleasant Thursday night, having dinner with two of the smartest women I know, talking mostly about the theatre. Or rather they spoke about it and I listened. As you probably know, it's my aim to be the dumbest person in the room, and that night I felt like it, and thoroughly enjoyed it.
The food was good too.
Last night was too warm and sunny to stay in, so I wandered down to Ashton Lane, making up for the (spectacularly good) burger I had at Ketchup with almost 13k steps for the day. Then I was delighted to find out that the, ah, unnoficial, copies of Arrow Season 2 I was sent by a friend play perfectly on my PS3. Yes, I know, illegal downloads are against my principles ("Gentlemen, these are my principles. If you don't like them, I have others.") but I will buy the set in September when it's released. Plus, Summer Glau. Glua. Glue. You know who I mean.
My sleep app was happy to tell me that my sleep quality was 98% last night, and I was out by around 10 to pick up some West End Festival atmosphere. Much the same as usual, really, except with more sunshine. I managed to fit in coffee in Byres Road, a wander round the Uni, and a visit to the Mela before the rain came on, and sent me home (via Mellis' for some cheese) and now I have my feet up listening to Edwyn Collins' new album (beautiful, brilliant, brave).
In a few minutes I'll change into something more weather appropriate, and head down to St Mary's Cathedral to try to pick up tickets for a concert there tonight, and then a cheeky pre-theatre (oh, ok, pre-gig) at Stravaigan.
Tomorrow will be the festival parade, a visit from my brother and nieces, and maybe a trip over to wish my mum a belated happy birthday. I'd planned to be at the cottage this weekend, but there's just too much going on in Glasgow. Maybe next weekend...
I had a very pleasant Thursday night, having dinner with two of the smartest women I know, talking mostly about the theatre. Or rather they spoke about it and I listened. As you probably know, it's my aim to be the dumbest person in the room, and that night I felt like it, and thoroughly enjoyed it.
The food was good too.
Last night was too warm and sunny to stay in, so I wandered down to Ashton Lane, making up for the (spectacularly good) burger I had at Ketchup with almost 13k steps for the day. Then I was delighted to find out that the, ah, unnoficial, copies of Arrow Season 2 I was sent by a friend play perfectly on my PS3. Yes, I know, illegal downloads are against my principles ("Gentlemen, these are my principles. If you don't like them, I have others.") but I will buy the set in September when it's released. Plus, Summer Glau. Glua. Glue. You know who I mean.
My sleep app was happy to tell me that my sleep quality was 98% last night, and I was out by around 10 to pick up some West End Festival atmosphere. Much the same as usual, really, except with more sunshine. I managed to fit in coffee in Byres Road, a wander round the Uni, and a visit to the Mela before the rain came on, and sent me home (via Mellis' for some cheese) and now I have my feet up listening to Edwyn Collins' new album (beautiful, brilliant, brave).
In a few minutes I'll change into something more weather appropriate, and head down to St Mary's Cathedral to try to pick up tickets for a concert there tonight, and then a cheeky pre-theatre (oh, ok, pre-gig) at Stravaigan.
Tomorrow will be the festival parade, a visit from my brother and nieces, and maybe a trip over to wish my mum a belated happy birthday. I'd planned to be at the cottage this weekend, but there's just too much going on in Glasgow. Maybe next weekend...