Two Men, One Guvnor
I briefly touched upon my efforts to work on my assertiveness (and by extension, sense of confidence) earlier in the week. There still seems to be a lot of work to do. The touring production of "One Man, Two Guvnors" arrives at my local theatre next week. I went in to purchase a ticket for the back row of the circle, because I enjoy being in the same room as a performance without actually being able to see it.. One Man, Two Guvnors. The touring version of the West End show that's been a huge hit over the past few years. James Corden was originally in it. It's gone to Broadway. These are all things I knew.
But the moment I stepped into the theatre foyer I had convinced myself of the following: that the show was not at the Churchill Theatre next week, the show was called "Two Men, One Guvnor", that there was no such show, that there was no such thing as Broadway and James Corden was a product of my imagination.
I subsequently went to McDonalds (a rare occurance these days) to sample the McRib before it is removed from circulation next week. The verdict: not as good as I remember it being. Although the same is true of most of the food stuffs of my youth, particularly Toblerone. Again, I had a brief moment of anxiety where I feared I had imagined the burger's fleeting return and expected to be met with derision. On the subject of past fast food, I dimly remember a World Cup or European Championships promotion where McDonalds did a double Big Mac (four patties) with supersize fries. At the time, I didn't question the logic of celebrating an athletic competition with the most calorific meal they'd ever devised.
Today, I passed the exam for the PowerPoint module of my ECDL course with 100%. In a fortnight I'll have an accredited qualification in IT, which will be a boost to my CV. Tomorrow sees my first AAT exam, I'm taking things one step at a time but I'm cautiously optimistic. Then an interview on Monday, about which I am considerably less optimistic. But again, one thing at a time.
There seems to have been some consternation this week following the announcement of a Ghostbusters reboot, reuniting director Paul Feig with Kristen Wiig and Melissa McCarthy from Bridesmaids. I enjoyed that film and would certainly seek it out in 2016. A couple of my Facebook friends expressed incredulity when I said I hadn't seen the original Ghostbusters, nor its sequel. Received wisdom dictates that it's impossible for a reboot of this type to surpass the original. So logically, I should wait until next year and watch the new film. It would then be unable to ruin the memory of watching the original. At which point I would be able to exorcise the memory of that film by watching the old ones. Sorted.
But the moment I stepped into the theatre foyer I had convinced myself of the following: that the show was not at the Churchill Theatre next week, the show was called "Two Men, One Guvnor", that there was no such show, that there was no such thing as Broadway and James Corden was a product of my imagination.
I subsequently went to McDonalds (a rare occurance these days) to sample the McRib before it is removed from circulation next week. The verdict: not as good as I remember it being. Although the same is true of most of the food stuffs of my youth, particularly Toblerone. Again, I had a brief moment of anxiety where I feared I had imagined the burger's fleeting return and expected to be met with derision. On the subject of past fast food, I dimly remember a World Cup or European Championships promotion where McDonalds did a double Big Mac (four patties) with supersize fries. At the time, I didn't question the logic of celebrating an athletic competition with the most calorific meal they'd ever devised.
Today, I passed the exam for the PowerPoint module of my ECDL course with 100%. In a fortnight I'll have an accredited qualification in IT, which will be a boost to my CV. Tomorrow sees my first AAT exam, I'm taking things one step at a time but I'm cautiously optimistic. Then an interview on Monday, about which I am considerably less optimistic. But again, one thing at a time.
There seems to have been some consternation this week following the announcement of a Ghostbusters reboot, reuniting director Paul Feig with Kristen Wiig and Melissa McCarthy from Bridesmaids. I enjoyed that film and would certainly seek it out in 2016. A couple of my Facebook friends expressed incredulity when I said I hadn't seen the original Ghostbusters, nor its sequel. Received wisdom dictates that it's impossible for a reboot of this type to surpass the original. So logically, I should wait until next year and watch the new film. It would then be unable to ruin the memory of watching the original. At which point I would be able to exorcise the memory of that film by watching the old ones. Sorted.
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