It's a funny old thing this "time" business isn't it? I have managed to do all sorts of things today and feel that I might relax slightly with a badly written book later. Time definitely passed more slowly today, there is no doubt at all. I relaxed into the morning, Cleaned, tidied, polished and buffed, paid bills, argued on the telephone, started a new TV series over coffee (Watching, not making...Watching TV that is), and then got to the real business of budgets for this years shows, and art work for flyers/posters and all that Jazz and whatever else goes with Jazz. Maybe I was just "In the Zone" as they say in that dreadful corporate language that is endlessly imposing itself on us? Why is that? Is it the new Government? Is it just that too much credence is given to business people? Do we ever escape from the corporate machine anyway? I am, after all, embroiled within its oily clutches whether I like it (I don't) or not. I just don't really know what "Blue sky thinking" is, and I am almost certain that I would neither be capable of it or grateful for this achievement. It sounds unutterably ghastly in every single way. So I continue to totter through life without a hope of being corporate, for which I am grateful of course. We also find however, that any mention of efficiency, skill, or knowledge are steeped in this awful corporate speak now as well. So I am going to attempt to avoid using this terminology in any way at all, and see how that pans out.....bugger. Any Road up...I have been a good boy and deserve rewards, so I shall continue with my new TV series (I still refuse to use the word "Season"), which is the Misfits. Eldest Spawn has been ranting and raving and gurning about it for weeks, and I have finally relented and started, as is customary from the beginning. So far, it has been tight, well scripted, funny, and engrossing in a throwaway kind of fashion, which is about all my brain can take at the moment. There are two series, and I should think I will make it to at least the end of the first one at this rate. I tend not to make it very far with TV these days. I'm not sure if it because I am too busy, too picky, easily distracted, and just plain dull....I have managed One complete series of True Blood, which I enjoyed, but haven't continued with...The Wire kept me amused for a few episodes, Mad Men the same. I started with Breaking Bad, and lasted three I think. Bones was good, but kept me for only two or three....I wonder why that is? Is it the lure of Facebook and Twitter and my endless need to want to keep up with the "Real" world? Perhaps I should maintain Social Media silence a little more often. It seems to be getting in the way of some good things. I have far too many books that have gone unread, and far too many ideas for lays and books to write. I have even enjoyed the delights of creating average uninteresting music again...so maybe the inevitable falling out of love with Facebook will happen, and I will commit Facebook Suicide one day soon....It feels like it might be a cathartic experience.
Having spent some time on the Inland Revenue Website, it was heartening to chat to my daughter about her friends bouncy ball collection this evening. It was good to talk to someone about a subject that brings the slightest hint of joy.
Next year, I am planning to put on a play in London...somewhere in the West End. This is filling me with equal measures of dread and excitement, and if I am being entirely honest, I'm not sure why I want to do it. I suppose it's a little like the answer that mountaineers give when asked why they do it..."It's just there". Having said that, so is synchronised swimming, knitting and Heroin addiction, and I really don't feel the need.
My MP said something monumentally stupid again today. It saddens me that this comes as no surprise.
I liked today...I started in a daze, and finished feeling a little more alive, and at my age, that can only be a good thing.
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