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All sorts of things to write about, no time to write ... Whatever will I do if one of my current job applications succeeds? Do not have time for a job.
Although I suppose everything will morph into place around it as it has done before...
Yesterday: Russian State Opera (v. good) performing Tchaikovsky's Eugene Onegin, one night only (tickets extortionate) at the Royal Albert Hall. We were in the seats I would normally call 'cheap', at the back, and thus a long way from the action. It was undersold, but the music was glorious: they're well worth catching if you get the chance, some other tour.
Today: Kill Bill part 1, then yummy fish dinner at Livebait in Covent Garden. Am reminded never to go to UGC Shaftesbury Avenue again. (Actually in the Trocadero Centre, but I can understand why they don't like to advertise this fact. The Trocadero Centre is fuller than ever of disaffected teenagers, shopfuls of tat (we bought some) and escalators to the wrong level. Some of these things spilled into the cinema.)
Kill Bill not quite as icky as I had been led to believe by some, but certainly much ickier than Once Upon a Time in Mexico: will no doubt be debating this heatedly later in the week with themisinformed wrong differently-squeamish ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lproven. Some pretty scenes. Some funny scenes. Some biologically improbable scenes.
We walked back over Waterloo Bridge, musing on the wind turbine and the 'art' (that which is not absolutely necessary). And lo! they are linked!!
Have to visit clienttomorrow today. Joy! suppose I should sleep.
Have done very few of the things I added to my 'to do' list in the restaurant.
Sleep cycle still weird. Thought I'd seen the last of this. But at least the cold is more or less gone!
Although I suppose everything will morph into place around it as it has done before...
Yesterday: Russian State Opera (v. good) performing Tchaikovsky's Eugene Onegin, one night only (tickets extortionate) at the Royal Albert Hall. We were in the seats I would normally call 'cheap', at the back, and thus a long way from the action. It was undersold, but the music was glorious: they're well worth catching if you get the chance, some other tour.
Today: Kill Bill part 1, then yummy fish dinner at Livebait in Covent Garden. Am reminded never to go to UGC Shaftesbury Avenue again. (Actually in the Trocadero Centre, but I can understand why they don't like to advertise this fact. The Trocadero Centre is fuller than ever of disaffected teenagers, shopfuls of tat (we bought some) and escalators to the wrong level. Some of these things spilled into the cinema.)
Kill Bill not quite as icky as I had been led to believe by some, but certainly much ickier than Once Upon a Time in Mexico: will no doubt be debating this heatedly later in the week with the
lproven. Some pretty scenes. Some funny scenes. Some biologically improbable scenes.We walked back over Waterloo Bridge, musing on the wind turbine and the 'art' (that which is not absolutely necessary). And lo! they are linked!!
Have to visit client
Have done very few of the things I added to my 'to do' list in the restaurant.
Sleep cycle still weird. Thought I'd seen the last of this. But at least the cold is more or less gone!