Thursday

An evening of drinking in Brighton last night has left me feeling physically and emotionally delicate today. It took a rather unexpected turn and subsequently it's been a day of introspection up to this point. I shall say no more*. I'll imminently have to get that out of my system and focus on all things stand up, as I'm heading out to Beat The Blackout at Up The Creek in Greenwich. It's sometimes difficult to know how to approach a set that requires you to keep the audience onside so you're not ejected from the stage early. I'll elaborate further in tomorrow's blog**.

Earlier this afternoon, the passing of Terry Pratchett at the age of 66 was announced. It largely goes without saying what a sizable loss to the world of literature this is. Since his diagnosis with early onset Alzheimers in 2007, he has also done a great deal to raise awareness about the disease and the issues surrounding assisted suicide. We've been losing far too many great people lately.


*Oh I'm so ambiguous and deep. Reading that back makes me feel a little embarrassed. I loosely remember the events in question that prompted those remarks. It was the sort of drunken heart to heart I have a handful of times a year. And then things invariably stay the same. Sigh.

** I did elaborate in tomorrow's blog. I elaborated the hell out of the matter. Oh, how I regret the 250 word minimum. 200 would have been fine. Idiot.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

I'll See You In My Dreams

February In Film

June In Film