Oh my god!

Nov. 26th, 2009 01:56 pm
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Oh my god I passed the interview. Subject to ex-boss not hating me (and as far as I know, she doesn't) and no sleep-walking crimes, my dolescum status has a 2009 deadline.

I'm going to be the Living Wills finance girl. Oh oh oh! I've nearly done it. 2008 February Resolutions ftw!
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After Welsh camping, I set off on one of the most beautiful bus journeys ever, from Brecon to Cardiff.  As my 4am bus to London was due to leave from the same place, I trotted into the Hilton in front of me and deposited my heavy backpack.  Yay for 5-star hotel, esp when you're neither paying nor staying.  Plenty of time to go searching for lamb, beer and drowsy rivers at the gorgeous Y Mochyn Du (Black Pig) before stubbling across a Welsh language open mike night and then an indie club where this happy loon danced for hours.  2 am was still too early to retrieve bags so I decided to visit a casino for the first time in my life.  It was unexpected - the majority of the 60 or so people there at Wednesday morning 3am were of far-eastern origin, with a massive room dedicated to mahjong, and many poker-like games taking place.  There were more people playing computerised roulette that the baize table versions available, and the slot machines were unlike any I'd seen before.  An informative (and warm) experience for the price of half a cider...

Back to the Hilton, the lovely guy of the desk offered me a cup of tea and a window seat to wait to see the bus come in.  So nice.  Once on the bus I even managed to contort myself onto a double coach seat and sleep for a couple of hours, awaking to the rush hour excitement (cough) of kensington through to Victoria with an ever-more-frazzled driver.  Finally having to hoist the backpack again, after a few wrong turns I got myself onto a Cambridge Circus bus to become, on the dot of 9 am, the 8th person queuing for that day's Doll's House.  And as a cherry on top, got my cousin's text to say she could come after all.

After a delicious performance at the Donmar, London blurred into London things, but 3 precious experiences must be singled out:
1. I was introduced to the Islington Fantasy Centre, a week before it closes its doors after 40 years.  Erik Arthur regaled us with personal experiences of every speculative author of the last half decade while I clutched Ellen Datlow anthologies to my chest and regretted every moment I had missed.  It reminded me of the first bookshops I ever knew, yellowed pages and infinite imagination. Wah.

2. By pure chance, I stumbled on the British Silent Film festival, and they were showing an absolute corker: Palais de Danse, 1928 naughtiness and menacing mostaches. Phwoar dastardly.  With an absolutely brilliant 4 piece orchestra improvising seamlessly.

3. Arcadia, organised with panache by [personal profile] the_elyan so long ago, whose witty, pretty, fizzy brilliance put even Doll's House in the shade, and has made me seek out everything Stoppard.  And new and re-acquaintances with a very lovely group of people was the cherry on a martini night.

And now home, where CAB Volunteering is beginning to take shape, and all things Cajun cause me delight. 

Kisses to all who helped make the last couple of weeks so delightful xxx

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It's very strange to wake up on the 11th May and think that it's closer to 2 weeks than one since you left work.  And it has frittered so fast and easily *gryn*. 

I've pootled around on researching how to do maximum travel, on minimum budget, while signing on every fortnight that I am actively seeking work (which I am, I am - as long as it doesn't start before September).

A summer off after 10 years non-stop employment.  Fair by anyone's standards.

So far I have - cycled into the city for the first time ever, booked a tent, some tickets and a South Wales wanderer for Hay.  I should now book a £1 ticket from Newport to London on the Friday to be timely for Arcadia on the Saturday.  For which I have not yet even begun to sort out where I'll sleep.  And I still owe The_Elyan.  Eeek.

Festivalitis starts this weekend - woohoo -  and my plan to nip down to London for a one-dayer on Thursday to queue and then watch a matinee of Doll's House came upstuck because I hadn't clocked that that is opening night.  But this was clearly fate, because now I have unexpected delightful house guest.  And I think I can pull it off next Thursday -- if anyone else is interested in doing the same, let me know.

I've also arranged - finally - for long overdue work on my house to be done , fixed, outta here.  Now I'm just trying to work out how to sneak off to Prague and Venice for a week in between Jarvis popping in for a visit on 14th June, and Glastonbury.  13th June, I have semi-committed to a Nawleans garden party.  People wot I've met in person - please consider this an invitation - people, cocktails, zydeco, and hopefully, hopefully, sunshine.

In other treats news, my redundancy present to me is the most expensive clock radio ever... £50! ... but  now I wake up to 6music.  Adam and Joe, I missed thee.  It'll last me 20 years so £2.50 a year is a bargain :-)

July is another country.  Well, acksherly, it is most likely to be this country, pootling and festivalling.   I feel like the luckiest spoon in Runcible.  Certainly the giddyest.  (it seems wrong to deprive giddy of its "y".   So I won't.)


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