You put a tealight in and it warms your tart

These irrelevant blog titles are an inevitable occurrence as my time to write the posts dwindles, what with a magnitude of work and a multiplicity of plays et cetera et cetera.

The youth group's show at Farnworth Little Theatre took place tonight. No critique, sorry, but it was very good, even without me in it.

I actually bought things today, and it did my wallet no good at all. The one I can find, that is. We're of fto Patterdale on Monday. Not to do the usual Patterdale things like sailing and climbing anf generally having a hoot. No, we have to partake Business Enterprise Awareness Training. Apparently this is vital for participation in the modern world, which we will have to enter into. I shall try to postpone that date for as long as possible. The idea of being either an eccentric academic or a perpetual student appeals to me.

I should be in bed, and in an attempt to rectify the situation, I shall go thereto. Adieu.

Infinite texts

This is a day of change for Alistair. He has a new phone. And a contract. This contract brings with it an unlimited* number of texts.

I spent the night at the theatre, waiting around for most of the time, between my scene at the beginning of the play, and my bow at the end. Rach wrote in my diary, and gave all the Notable Dates a rating out of ten (approximately). Oh, the excitement. I wanted to do a chart, but I lack the facility, energy and fallacy.

A haircut, and the thought hashardly hardly crossed my mind.

"You don't half babble when you've not eaten." I haven't eaten, but I fear the rambling is due to lack of sleep. Hence, I shall rectify the predicament by bedding.

*Fair use policy applies, ie. I can't send more that 3000 in one month.

I'm not as daft as I am cabbage looking

So much to talk about, so little time. There are also far more titles than posts which can be written.

Hopefully a new phone tomorrow. I've just lost my old one.

Dress rehearsal for Breaking the Code was tonight. Since I only play a supporting role I can recommend it impartially. And I do. I have a huge gap  between my scene and the end. In this time I came up with the idea for an innovative play. It was tightly based on the conversations which took place before me as I pretended (or intended) to do my homework. True genius, I assure you.

I have yet to read Toryn's latest post, which I am informed is "a spasm of metaphor". This was outside before registration as we were "tarting around with Doctor Holland, when you've had all lunchtomie to do that." That (miss taylor) went on the list of reasons why I'm going to leave. Having been told that Dr H has left a rebus of his name somewhere in the school, we looked through all the heraldry books in the library to try and equip ourselves for the search. It was a mixed afternoon.

Oohhhh. I drove. It was truly immense. I need a car. Yes.

An undercurrent of sexual allusion

I wrote a very good post here. I clicked it to publish, and it didn't. Not only that, but it deleted any trace, bar the title. I have better things to do than rewrite it.