Yesterday...
Yesterday was interesting in unexpected ways.
First of all, my Mother called my from Australia and told me a bout a book that she had found that extrapolated the principles of the Velvet Rabbit.
Naturally the mere mention of the Velvetine Rabbit managed to make me cry. Like I said, the fucking Velvetine Rabbit gets me every time.
She also forwarded some money into my account. Which was good, since I haven't worked in a while and I was down to beans and budget pasta. Though I did discover that Tuna from a can tastes really good when you mix it with Dolmio Bolognese sauce.
Later on, I was kicking around Leicester Square, thinking of seeing a movie, and someone gave me a flyer for a free standup comedy thing at a pub nearby. After hitting HMV and buying a Squarepusher album (which, when I listened to it today, was a little too jazzy and not mashy and chaotic enough) I headed to the pub.
Upstairs at the Red Lion I saw a couple of Comedians do short versions of their acts. And most of them were lousy.
But I did get talking to the hostess, and a couple of us had a drink at another bar in Soho afterwards. Turns out that in addition to hosting a couple of comedy nights, this girl also writes scripts for stuff.
Which interested me. Because I don't know if I'm terribly good at being funny myself, but I reckon I can write funny.
Anyways, after drinking with the comedians (which was a little surreal, for reasons I don't have time to explain here... maybe tomorrow) I took the night bus home and went shopping at Tescos.
The walk home was notable because even though it wasn't too cold (I could walk without my gloves on) there was frost on the cars and patches of ice under my feet.
Bizarre.
In any case, I have to go.
Over and out.
J
First of all, my Mother called my from Australia and told me a bout a book that she had found that extrapolated the principles of the Velvet Rabbit.
Naturally the mere mention of the Velvetine Rabbit managed to make me cry. Like I said, the fucking Velvetine Rabbit gets me every time.
She also forwarded some money into my account. Which was good, since I haven't worked in a while and I was down to beans and budget pasta. Though I did discover that Tuna from a can tastes really good when you mix it with Dolmio Bolognese sauce.
Later on, I was kicking around Leicester Square, thinking of seeing a movie, and someone gave me a flyer for a free standup comedy thing at a pub nearby. After hitting HMV and buying a Squarepusher album (which, when I listened to it today, was a little too jazzy and not mashy and chaotic enough) I headed to the pub.
Upstairs at the Red Lion I saw a couple of Comedians do short versions of their acts. And most of them were lousy.
But I did get talking to the hostess, and a couple of us had a drink at another bar in Soho afterwards. Turns out that in addition to hosting a couple of comedy nights, this girl also writes scripts for stuff.
Which interested me. Because I don't know if I'm terribly good at being funny myself, but I reckon I can write funny.
Anyways, after drinking with the comedians (which was a little surreal, for reasons I don't have time to explain here... maybe tomorrow) I took the night bus home and went shopping at Tescos.
The walk home was notable because even though it wasn't too cold (I could walk without my gloves on) there was frost on the cars and patches of ice under my feet.
Bizarre.
In any case, I have to go.
Over and out.
J
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