I made my début radio appearance yesterday, as I've been so eager to tell everybody. It was hugely exciting. Then I went and had a cheese and ham toastie and cup of tea in Rhode Island Coffee, where the lovely Luke was, as ever. I also had a crispie cake, extortionately priced.

Going home on the train, I saw Maddie, who was a drama buddy years ago. No time to reminisce, sorry.

I then drove to Grandmama's house, and had tea and cake and a chat. That was nice.

And when it had gone dark I went up to Giant's Seat where the explorer crew were camping. They then convinced me to stay over, so we walked back to my house for sleeping gear and wine. We made toast on this gas heater, which was like a jet engine but with a big gas flame inside. It was hot hot hot. Bedtime came around at about three, then I was up at half nine making beakfast in pyjamas. Everyone except me thought I was organising it, so it was disastrous. As a consequence of this utter nonsense, I am frightfully tired, with far too much work to do. Young Musician of the Year heats or whatever. Gahh.

And now snowwww. Nuff said.

Good times

When I found out that Rachael would not be partaking in this evening of fine food and cracking conversation, I was slightly unwilling to oblige Gemma, Cath and Phil, my favorite members of the LGBT community. But then I discovered that Lesley would be present, and I was sold.

A very nice meal in Velvet, half price thanks to Gem's savviness. A drink in Churchills, then off home. That makes it sound a bit naff, but I assure you that it wasn't. This blogging lark is proving difficult, as my brain seems to have ceased function.

I might be making a radio appearance tomorrow. Bolton FM. Fun times. This is if I get out of bed and into Bolton before Thorrun finishes her show. Humm.

Today was BEAT. We didn't win by as much as we should have, which was most embarrassing. Using the Mac caused technical problems, so we were a bit flustered, and consequently less impressive. But gift vouchers for the win.

Back to this evening. Apologies for the absence of coherence. Drama was hilarious: we created a kind of interview scenario where characters were interviewed for jobs. Then we decided who to give which job, and the characters decided who wanted each one the most. Then we talked about it briefly and they stayed in character, and got into a fight over it. It was extremely surreal.

Manchester is where it's at. This is undeniable. I babble. Goodnight.

Too many ISAs spoil the day

As I sat down to the titular test, I was in two minds as to whether that should be the title. It was all going very well. To start with. It all went downhill after that. To clarify, it was a physics exam-kind-of-thing. But all was well.

Tomorrow, we are to make our presentation in the BEAT compeition. Business and Enterprise Awareness Training. Oh, the joy. I have this feeling we'll win, possibly because we shall. I shan't say that we will: I'm not that confident.

Ooh. The concert. It was good. I went into town after a BEAT practice, since going home in the interim was a silly idea. I'm beginning to love Rhode Island Coffee. All was very good.

Anyway, I have lots of work to do.

So many titles, so little time...

There really is so much going on that I haven't the time to write elliptically about it all.

Par exemple, today was spent playing through the newly written orchestral suite, Scenes from Bolton, with members of the Northern Chamber Orchestra. It was thoroughly enjoyable. The form tutor still managed to excoriate me for an apparent lack of work on my part. She pointed out how little work I'd done, and I agreed. She even hinted that it was not worthwhile, wherein I left, for orchestra rehearsal (because I clearly hadn't played the violin enough already). However, after a very reassuringly productive musical day (like Christmas Festival day, but more relaxed), orchestra went very well. I could play nearly all of it (pretty much at sight)and all was well.

I fear I am using too many brackets (but how many is too many?). Shame.

And it snowed. Silly Southerners couldn't cope. We ploughed on regardless. Three cheers for the work ethic. =/.