Autumn was being aggressivley aumtumnal today, the wind not only blew down a tree in the castle grounds, it also provided us in the laundry with an almost constant supply of dead leaves to sweep up, as if we didn't have enough to do...
The laundry isn't outside, in case you were confused, it has a window in it and a door to the outside, both of which are always kept slightly open for some reason.
Can't believe it's December tomorrow...
Wash towels, dry towels, fold towels, carry towels, put towels on shelves, collect dirty towels, wash towels, dry towels...
It's the rock and roll and roll lifestyle, I'm telling you.
I'm handing in my notice on December 10th.
Went to Sheffield on Wednesday and got back today.
The Wesern Park Museum had a copy of Brother Joel's 'Me and My Mammoth' in its box of books and puzzles.
And a woolly rhinoceros (on a display, not in the box).
I'm just so much happier now... http://www.alligatorboogaloo.com/songs/EatinCookie.wav
I'm also happy because I'm going to Sheffield tomorrow. Hoorah!
Well, I'm in a play now. 'The Story of john MacDonald' by Jenny Chapman will be performed in March in Peebles, Melrose and somewhere else that I forget the name of. It's set in the latter part of the 18th century, which means Pantaloons, funny wigs and Leo putting on a Scottish accent, which should be interesting... Still, at least I'm finally doing what it is I came here to do.
Little else to report, except it turns out I didn't get paid, which means I have to go and badger my boss for a cheque. Also, I'm going to Sheffield on Wednesday! Hoorah!
Might have been paid today.
I say 'might have' because there was some confusion about whether or not the money was going to go straight into my account, since they only got my details recently, but they haven't given me a cheque, which implies I already have the money. I shall have to check the money machine tomorrow and find out.
Little else to report, except a record label on myspace seems to be showing some interest in Adam Hopeless, and Blind Willie McTell's 'Dying Crapshooter's Blues' is a brilliant song. As are 'Big Rock Candy Mountains' and 'Baby on Board', which I have been learning on the banjolele.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY PETE!
I say that, even though I have already wished it him in person, and am indeed now typing this from his computer, as I took advantage of how close I live to him now to come and give him a birthday visit, and to make use of the third ticket he has to the theatre tonight.
I was in Edinburgh today and I walked past the Edinburgh Dungeon, which had an "Actors Wanted" sign outside it- It didn't even need thinking about. My CV will be off to them before the weekend is over.
Found a massive book about Lenny Bruce in HMV today that should have been $30 but was on sale there for £1.99- again, the decision practically made itself.
More news as it comes.
Had a very lovely time in Sheffield this weekend; a good time was had by all, even Yan, who is ill (get well soon!)
The journey back up north was not quite so lovely, two trains and a replacement bus service added two and a half hours onto the journey time.
The (figurative) hunt for Richard Nesbitt continues. he is currently not answering his phone...
Have a sticky bun.
