News

I've just been completely underwhelmed by the news that a famous pop singer burst into tears on stage. That's just plain fucking ridiculous. Now if he were a real musician with proper training (by which I mean classically trained), he would have had more self-control, and therefore wouldn't have behaved like that. Couldn't he have waited just a few minutes until he got backstage, before making a complete twat of himself? Honestly.

Just now

I went outside for a fag in the cool sunshine and started thinking about life. I spend most of my time in silence, as I don't usually need to talk. Sometimes I get a bit bored, but I don't particularly mind that. What I do like is, now I don't have much in the way of a social life, I'm no longer buffeted around by external matters. It's all very uncomplicated, much easier to cope with, and preferable in every way to what I have had. Of an evening I often tell myself that I fancy going out, but the more I think about it, the more I realise that I don't really want to.

Today

Today is going to be quiet. I'm glad about that too, because my fingers still ache from all the playing, and I've still got my normal schedule from tomorrow. I enjoy playing, but it does leave me tired when I play for so many hours.

The weather

The weather was strange all weekend. After a warm Saturday and a muggy Sunday, there was distant thunder and lightening when I got home from the pub on Sunday night. I woke up to a thunderstorm on Monday morning and it rained for some time. The rest of the day was decidedly grotty, and the quality of daylight was appalling, and the sky mushroom-coloured. I was glad to get to bed. The weather was starting to give me the hump. It's slightly brighter this morning, although it feels colder than it should.

Yesterday

Having moved my keyboard from the pub the previous night, I moved it again as I needed to play. I had a dismal time at the old house. After going to the supermarket I arrived home exhausted, and spent the rest of the day doing as little as possible. I watched The Nanny after dinner, where Bette Davis gives a virtuoso performance of being Bette Davis. Bed around nine.

Sunday

I had a brilliant time harpsichording at lunchtime. I had an easy dinner before going to the pub later on. That went reasonably well, and I had some nice comments from people who were visiting the town. One little girl (who told me she was three-and-a-half) was dancing round with her father to the old songs, and a few tunes from The Wizard Of Oz. The nicest thing that happened all night was a surprise visit by my friend from uni, whose birthday it was. Im really glad he came, because I couldn't possibly follow on to where they were all meeting up.
When I got home at about half past ten I watched I'm No Angel again. I was in exactly the right mood for Mae West. She always makes me laugh. I got to bed after midnight again.

The rest of Saturday

I did meet up with friends at the Pride thing. It was uncomfortably crowded for me, so my friends and I went somewhere a bit quieter for a drink. I enjoyed it. It was a nice change.
After dinner I watched a couple of period dramas. I started off with Mansfield Park, based on Jane Austen and set in 1806. Afterwards I watched Gosford Park, set in 1932.  I went to bed just after midnight.