| Iolanthe |
[Oct. 24th, 2006|12:33 am] |
I'll be performing in the chorus of peers for G&S soc's production of Iolanthe, or The Peer And The Peri, by W.S. Gilbert and Arthur Sullivan. The show provisionally runs from Wednesday 29th November to Saturday 2nd December; the society website ought to have more information nearer the time.
In other news, work… continues apace, is the appropriate phrase, I think. This wouldn't be a problem, except that I almost never get to sleep at a sensible time. I'm still very much enjoying it though; indeed, I can think of no way in which I'd rather earn a living. On the first aid front, I am now theoretically qualified to be unsupervised on duty, albeit somewhat in need of revision, so I don't intend to exercise that capability any time soon. In Maelstrom, if this downtime goes according to plan, my character should be wearing and selling armour of his own manufacture at the next event. He wouldn't be much of an armourer if he didn't. Last but not least, I shall be gothy tomorrow later today, as I haven't been to the full evening's events for far too long.
The flat is finally approaching an acceptable state, except for the contents of the kitchen. I don't even have tea at the moment, which clearly Won't Do. Proper hospitality, and all that. I'm terrified of getting it to a state which I can actually declare finished, because I'm sure it would then instantly disappear and be replaced by something more bizarrely inexplicable (such as Clive's current house trouble). |
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| Vale Festival |
[Jun. 7th, 2006|01:29 am] |
Not bad, as these things go. It was relatively quiet from a first aid point of view. I still haven't treated anyone. I was very nearly the one to put a plaster on someone, but as I was the one holding the PRFs, having just filled one in, someone else got that dubious honour. :-p
For those who don't know what a PRF is, it's an A3 form that needs filling in for every patient we treat. Even if we only put a plaster on them. The following is a regular occurence: "Hi, I've scratched my finger a bit." "Ok, don't worry, I'll just get you a plaster." "Thanks. Can I go now?" "Er, not quite, we just need your name and address, your GP's name and address, I need to fill in the rest of it, everyone involved has to sign this form, then we need to give you the carbon copy of it." "But it's only a plaster!" "Yes. I know. :-(" This is one of the few annoying things about first aid.
Afterwards, I managed to get to the St. John social at Pizza Express in Leamington, which was fun. I talked to people I'd only really seen on courses (which are always fairly fast-paced in LINKS (student) units). I was even persuaded to join them at a club, at least to check that that was still not my sort of thing. So off we went, except that the group gradually evaporated (with much daft faffing and indecision) down to five people. None of us could really be bothered either at that point. It turned out that it had been useful for me to hang around until that point, though, because the others were all Coventry people and would all have been stranded in Leamington had I not given them a lift. My driving music collection, drawn as it is from a mixture of animé/film themes, random acoustic folky things and of course the Wise Guys, provoked interesting reactions. :-) |
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| WheeeeeeeeeThud. |
[Jun. 4th, 2006|01:13 am] |
Well, that was fun. I now have keys to my new place, measurements of it, a first load of stuff deposited there and bandwidth arranged. At Strawberry Fair, there was some good food, some good music and some not-so-good music (at which point I ran away to prod Google Earth with ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) gerald_duck instead). I also met some St. John Ambulance people from British Gas Eastern Division, who convinced me that they're the most exciting division in Cambridge and I should join them. What on earth am I letting myself in for?
Even sillier, though, are the possible plans for tomorrow, as suggested by tea_cantata at a most enjoyable evening in the Carlton, which involved, variously, geeks nearby, a Java Pixie far away but attending in spirit by the power of the shiny phone, cheesy chips and the usual mix of sick-and-wrong-ness. What are these plans of which I squeak speak? Well… after the rehearsal, I may well go back to Cambridge for a Debian pub-meet. It's tempting, because I'd get another car-load of stuff shifted.
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| \o/ My exams, they are dead! No more, ever again! \o/ |
[Jun. 1st, 2006|05:21 pm] |
That last one went much better, too. I'd been wibbling beforehand about walking the fine line between saying profound, insightful things and making stuff up. I think, in the end, I made up one or two profound, insightful things. :-)
So, my plans then:
| Tonight | Ceilidh! (Peeping Tom, in Coventry) |
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| Tomorrow (birthday) | Look at this Samuel character the Pirates lot are trying to persuade me to be now, audition for it, Chinese party |
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| Saturday | Start moving into my new room, meet some Cambridge St John Ambulance people, Strawberry Fair, meet as many of you lovely people as would like to join me at The Carlton Arms for dinner (let's say 7:30ish, I may be there earlier, phone if looking for me) |
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| Sunday | Pirates rehearsal (full) in the morning, maybe the LIPsoc BBQ |
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| Monday | Another ceilidh, in Leamington (7pm, Newbold Comyn Arms), unless I need to be piratical |
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| Tuesday | Vale Festival in Birmingham (as first aid) |
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| At some point | More birthday celebrations in both Cambridge and Coventry (timed to suit the far-away visitors uisgebeatha and nightshade37 respectively), shift more things to Cambridge, … |
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| Thursday 22nd June | Find out how my exams went |
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