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mandragoraAnd as usual, we're surprised by it. Despite the fact that five out of ten hottest summers on record in Britain have been in the past decade, heat really isn't something that we expect. Rain, we expect and are always amazed when we don't get it. Heat, not so much.
It's hot enough that I voluntarily went to the supermarket this afternoon when, really, I could have waited until next weekend, just so I could drive the air conditioned car. And enjoy the air conditioned ambiance in Sainsburys. Alas, the coolness is now but a distant memory.
Met up with some friends last night. We were going to see Stander (film about a confused South African cop) but it turned out that the internet listing was wrong and we had about 3 hours to go to the actual performance. So, we went to see As You Like It at the theatre instead. *g* One of the things I love about living in London is that such spontaneity is possible. We were right by Leicester Square anyway, on our way to a bar to have a drink and mull over options and, there was the half-price ticket booth. Quick instant change of plan, suggested by myself and the theatre it was. We rejected the musicals (okay, left to myself I might have voted for a musical on the basis that it was So Damn Hot and a musical was suitably mindless, but the Men were Not Going To Some Damn Musical) and went for the more highbrow. Again, my suggestion of As You Like It was accepted, mostly because no one else seemed capable of making a decision. One of the Men even said that it was all happening too fast for him. What is it with men and organising social events and why are so many of them so bad at it? (Not all, I know a few men who are very good organisers).
Rosalind was very good, Orlando okay, and the Shakespearean singing was surprisingly affecting. And, the theatre was air conditioned. Thank you, God.
Am trying to write long SGA story, whilst playing SGA Season 4 DVD in the background (again). Am up to The Brotherhood. Socially inept Rodney and Mensa snark here we come. But it's so hot am having trouble concentrating. Maybe I'll revise some earlier writing as opposed to progressing the story.
Back to wilting.
It's hot enough that I voluntarily went to the supermarket this afternoon when, really, I could have waited until next weekend, just so I could drive the air conditioned car. And enjoy the air conditioned ambiance in Sainsburys. Alas, the coolness is now but a distant memory.
Met up with some friends last night. We were going to see Stander (film about a confused South African cop) but it turned out that the internet listing was wrong and we had about 3 hours to go to the actual performance. So, we went to see As You Like It at the theatre instead. *g* One of the things I love about living in London is that such spontaneity is possible. We were right by Leicester Square anyway, on our way to a bar to have a drink and mull over options and, there was the half-price ticket booth. Quick instant change of plan, suggested by myself and the theatre it was. We rejected the musicals (okay, left to myself I might have voted for a musical on the basis that it was So Damn Hot and a musical was suitably mindless, but the Men were Not Going To Some Damn Musical) and went for the more highbrow. Again, my suggestion of As You Like It was accepted, mostly because no one else seemed capable of making a decision. One of the Men even said that it was all happening too fast for him. What is it with men and organising social events and why are so many of them so bad at it? (Not all, I know a few men who are very good organisers).
Rosalind was very good, Orlando okay, and the Shakespearean singing was surprisingly affecting. And, the theatre was air conditioned. Thank you, God.
Am trying to write long SGA story, whilst playing SGA Season 4 DVD in the background (again). Am up to The Brotherhood. Socially inept Rodney and Mensa snark here we come. But it's so hot am having trouble concentrating. Maybe I'll revise some earlier writing as opposed to progressing the story.
Back to wilting.
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Date: 19 June 2005 19:02 (UTC)I'm from a little Derbyshire village 9 miles from Sheffield myself. Very civilised place, Sheffield (parents live now in South Yorkshire about 10 miles from Sheffield).
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Date: 19 June 2005 19:14 (UTC)Parents still live in Bamford, but I actually went to school in Sheffield so I feel more Sheffield than Derbyshire a lot of the time (especially when writing novel chapters set in Sheffield and involving Old Girls from my old school).
Gina
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Date: 19 June 2005 19:21 (UTC)The parents now live in North Anston.
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Date: 19 June 2005 19:24 (UTC)And yes, I'm another SHS Old Girl.
Gina
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Date: 19 June 2005 19:31 (UTC)Me, I went to Hope Valley College for a couple of years and then St Elphins in Darley Dale, Matlock. But I know of SHS, of course.
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Date: 19 June 2005 19:34 (UTC)I've driven past St Elphins many times (the kids nextdoor went to Lady Manners).
gina